The Return of the Genius Ranker’s Myth Warehouse - Chapter 363

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Chapter 363
Chapter 363
Three weapons created from the Emperor’s commission.
After completing the forging of the Purple Mechanical God’s Malice, Murderous Intent, and Destiny.
“Next!”
“What material shall we work with next?”
“Hehehehe, I’m eager to see what we’ll create this time!”
The Dwarves cried out to begin the next task immediately.
“We’ll stop here for today.”
“Why would you say that!”
“We’ve only just gotten our bodies heated up!”
After observing the Dwarves’ faces, I announced the halt.
And for good reason.
“Aren’t you all exhausted?”
“What are you talking about, we’re perfectly fine!”
“Your eyes are bloodshot and your hands are trembling, yet you claim this?”
“Th-that’s just… my eyes are hot from the flames! My hands shake from the hammering…”
“It won’t do. Besides, I need rest as well.”
“Ahem.”
“If you need rest, then there’s no helping it.”
“What a shame.”
“You’re right though. The body isn’t what it used to be.”
“Working with even a single Mythic-grade material burns through an entire day.”
“Still, didn’t time fly? Hahahaha!”
Refining the Mythic-grade material had consumed a full day.
And if I counted the practice beforehand with Epic and Legendary materials?
I’d spent over a day in total.
The Dwarves were clearly showing signs of fatigue, and I hadn’t slept either.
Back in First, I’d endured several days in far worse capsule conditions, but wasn’t this game ultimately a test of stamina?
Pushing myself recklessly now would only shorten my lifespan.
“I’ll rest for a full day, then resume work the day after.”
“There’s no choice then.”
So I chose to rest.
Oh, and.
Before I logged out.
“This is a gift from me.”
“Hmm? A gift? What is it?”
“You all helped me with the hammering. I should repay your kindness.”
“What are you saying, we should be the grateful ones for the chance to work with Mythic-grade materials.”
“Then consider it a reunion gift.”
I pulled out the gift I’d prepared for the Dwarves.
It was none other than.
“Alcohol?”
“My goodness, so much liquor!”
“What kind of spirits are all these!”
Alcohol.
Last time, I’d received their help with refining as compensation for defeating the Evil God, but this situation was different.
The Dwarves had assisted with the work out of honor, but I’d prepared this gift beforehand out of gratitude.
“This! Isn’t this liquor from the Western Desert!”
“It’s called ‘Desert’s Dew,’ a lord-tier spirit brought from the Golden Sand Tribe Alliance. It was a gift from the Alliance Leader, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“Ooh, how precious!”
“This is the Empire’s finest alcohol! Dragon Tier!”
“Look at this one too! A traditional spirit from the Southern Region!”
“So many spirits called lords from each region!”
“Is this paradise!”
As expected.
True to their nature as Dwarves, they all rushed at the alcohol like it was their passion.
Watching them, I felt quite satisfied.
“Mir, come here quickly! Let’s drink together!”
The Dwarves tried to pull me along.
“I don’t really enjoy alcohol. I’ll step outside and rest for a bit.”
“Don’t say such disappointing things!”
“Come drink with us!”
“I’ll join next time.”
Rest was my priority right now.
I barely refused the cup the Dwarves offered and chose to log out.
The whole point of drinking these lord-tier spirits was to receive their buff effects, so drinking right before logging out would be completely pointless.
As soon as I came outside, I gulped down a protein shake for my rumbling stomach, finished my shower, and then.
“Phew.”
I fell into sweet slumber.
* * *
In fact, I had a total of three Mythic-tier materials.
Excluding the ‘Purple Mechanical God’s electronic circuit’ since it wasn’t for refining, I had two Mythic-tier materials left to refine.
That alone would require staying up for at least two days.
When I combined the number of Epic and Legendary materials, it easily exceeded a hundred, so considering rest time, it would take at least a week.
Given that.
“Huff, huff.”
I needed to manage my body thoroughly.
After waking up in the morning, I immediately changed into workout clothes and ran around the Han River.
After breathing in plenty of fresh morning air, I returned home and finished weight training at my personal gym.
I finished my shower and meal.
A clean routine.
Fortunately, thanks to the comfortable bed and capsule, my body felt in good condition.
[ The Second World. ]
[ ‘Welcome to Second.’ ]
Satisfied with my physical state, I logged into the game.
Looking around, I noticed beer bottles scattered about, so I assumed the Dwarves were still sleeping.
“Mir, you’re here!”
“I’m so eager to process materials right now!”
“Let’s get started!”
“How are you all feeling?”
“Feeling?”
“You drank all of that last night, and I was concerned about hangovers.”
“Hm? What’s a hangover?”
….
The Dwarves were fine.
It didn’t seem like the workers had drunk any less than the others.
Seeing the other Dwarves moving about without issue, I wondered if Dwarves simply didn’t experience hangovers at all.
I was grateful I hadn’t drunk with them in reality.
Anyway.
Everyone seemed ready.
“Just like yesterday, I’ll start with Epic-grade items.”
“Excellent!”
I was about to begin work when—
– Mir.
Suddenly, I received a message from Ena.
It wasn’t time for a report, so I wondered what was happening as I accepted the whisper.
“What is it?”
– The Parcheon Guild contacted us. The guild master wants to submit a commission for you.
“A commission?”
– Apparently, the Parcheon guild master wants to commission you to process a Mythic-grade material they recently obtained.
I heard this news.
Processing a Mythic-grade material, no less.
‘Well.’
Thinking about it, it made sense.
Even the Imperial Court Blacksmiths struggled to process Mythic-grade materials, so entrusting such work to others would have been impossible.
At this point, I believed only I and the Dwarves of Mueldum could process Mythic-grade materials.
If the goal was alchemy or enchantment, there would be the Blue Moon Knights’ Knight Commander.
Anyway, faced with this sudden commission, I was uncertain what to do.
Boom!
A slight tremor reverberated from above.
And with it.
“We’re under attack!”
“Deploy the combat golems!”
“Yes, sir!”
Moeldum erupted into chaos.
Combat golems launched in succession, and a Dwarf who’d been coordinating with the surface rushed over with a grave expression to report to the Elder.
“Elder! A kidnapper has come to abduct Mir!”
“A kidnapper?!”
“They’re causing a disturbance above, shouting Mir’s name!”
“How dare they attempt to kidnap our Mir! This is unforgivable! I shall sortie myself!”
“W-wait, Elder. Please stay put. You’ll hurt your back.”
“This fellow keeps telling me to wait—it’s infuriating!”
“Ugh!”
A kidnapper, they said.
What in the world was happening?
Even as I thought this, an uneasy feeling crept over me.
‘Surely not.’
It seemed absurd, but my bad premonitions had never been wrong before.
“I’ll go up as well.”
“What are you saying! A kidnapper came for you specifically—if you go up there, what then?!”
“I’m confident I can protect myself.”
“Ahem, I know you’re strong, but…”
“And besides, this commotion arose because of me. I should handle it.”
With those words, I persuaded the Elder and ascended to the surface.
I hadn’t noticed when we descended, but Moeldum had more than one entrance.
A massive elevator had been constructed to raise combat golems to the surface.
Riding it upward, I saw.
As I’d feared.
My ominous premonition had proven accurate.
“Kyahahaha! I never knew Dwarves had this kind of power! Golems made by Dwarves themselves, piloted by Dwarf operators—how entertaining!”
Crash!
The one the Dwarves called my kidnapper.
The one causing a disturbance at Moeldum’s entrance was none other than the Guild Master of Parcheon Guild.
It was Jeok-hwa.
She was boldly engaging the golems at Moeldum’s entrance.
While Moeldum’s golems were formidable, she was undoubtedly among the strongest in Second.
She was even employing the Heavenly Demon’s unique skill, ‘Heavenly Demon Descent’.
The sight of her spreading a pair of wings wrought from blood essence as she faced off against the golems was truly impressive.
“Jeok-hwa.”
I couldn’t simply stand by and watch this unfold.
If things continued as they were, the golems’ combat golems would be destroyed, and a hostile relationship would form between us and the golems.
Though there was one fortunate aspect to this situation.
“Oh? Mir? You’re here after all? Say, could you wait just a moment? I was having quite a bit of fun right now.”
“It seems you’ve come regarding a commission, but if you continue causing any more trouble, I’ll refuse any commission, regardless of what it is.”
“Hmm, that’s inconvenient. Sigh, I suppose there’s no helping it.”
The fact that we could communicate was a blessing.
With a few words of persuasion, she folded her wings—woven from blood essence—and ceased her assault.
The dwarves also stopped their attacks upon realizing that Jeok-hwa was my acquaintance.
“It seems you’ve already heard the details of my commission?”
“A Mythic-grade item crafting commission, correct?”
“Exactly. No matter how much I searched, I couldn’t find a blacksmith capable of handling this. Then I discovered information that you’d crafted a Mythic-grade item.”
“How did you find Moeldum?”
“Around the same time, I heard reports that the Three Divine Artifacts you created were proving their worth on the Northern Front.”
“…The Three Divine Artifacts?”
“After gathering various pieces of information, I deduced you’d likely be here. Though honestly, if the dwarves are capable, they might be able to handle it regardless.”
“Then why did you attack them? You came here to request a commission.”
“Well, it’s fun, isn’t it? Those golems are stronger than I expected.”
This was absurd.
She’d come seeking the dwarves’ craftsmanship, yet she was attacking them.
What kind of logic was this?
Though I couldn’t comprehend it, recalling the nature of the Parcheon Guild and Jeok-hwa’s personality made me nod involuntarily.
Well, enough idle chatter.
What mattered was the main point.
“Anyway, you can do it, right?”
Jeok-hwa produced a Mythic-grade material.
[ Chain of the Purple Mechanical God ]
A chain with a subtle violet luster.
The moment she revealed it, the dwarves—who had harbored hostility toward Jeok-hwa—completely forgot the preceding conflict and gasped in admiration.
“What sort of item are you thinking of crafting?”
“You know my combat style, right? Make it like gauntlets so I can wrap it around my fists and fight.”
“Would that suffice?”
“Not quite. If possible, I’d like to be able to unwind it depending on the situation and wield it like a whip. Is that feasible?”
Her commission was quite demanding.
Creating gauntlets was simple enough, but to unwind it for whip-like usage in different situations required additional crafting steps.
Still, though.
It seemed like a design she’d given considerable thought to.
When the client’s desires were this clear, it made it easier for the craftsman to envision the final product.
“It’s possible.”
“Then….”
However.
“How will you handle compensation?”
I needed to be compensated.
The Dwarves might accept the opportunity to work with Mythic-grade materials without hesitation, but I wasn’t one of them.
I was already going to spend over a week in Moeldum crafting items.
For someone like me where time was precious, every single day spent processing this chain was invaluable.
To my question.
She offered compensation more coveted than vast quantities of gold and jewels.
“All the scraps left over from making my items go to you. That should be enough, right? Of course, that doesn’t mean you can skimp on the chain for my equipment.”
Scraps.
Regardless of anything else, the scraps she spoke of were fragments of Mythic-grade materials.
That would certainly be of great help for my next project that I was already considering….
“I accept.”
“Good, I knew you would.”
I had no choice but to accept her offer.

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