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Chapter 119 Episode 119. Jin-woo was currently wearing an SR+ Grade Griffin Bone Ring. This ring, crafted from bone, suited the Necromaster profession’s characteristics quite well. “I could probably sell this one.” But compared to the UR Grade ring he’d just made—the Crystal Spirit Stone Steel Ring—it was almost embarrassing. [Crystal Spirit Stone Steel Ring] -Grade: UR -Durability: 20,000 / 20,000 <> * Special Option [True Spell Enchantment – Grutem: Defense increases by 300,000.] * Special Option [Spirit Stone of Flames: Reduces burn damage by 50%.] * Special Option [Deep Refining: Hidden attributes unlocked. Defense increases by 150,000.] * Special Option [Dark Absorption: Mitigates magical damage using dark energy.] * Special Skill [Beautiful Crystal: Forms a crystal barrier. Grants 2,000,000 defense.] * Special Skill [Eternal Steel Shield: Steel barrier deflects skills at a certain probability!] Since the ring specialized in defense, both special skills were likewise defense-oriented. Jin-woo slipped the ring onto his finger. “It feels different from the bone ring—better, actually.” Having used all his materials, Jin-woo bowed deeply to Hairun, who had granted him use of the Deep Refining technique and this dragon’s flames. “Thank you. I was able to reach the next level because of your generosity.” “No, I should be thanking you. I’ve seen something truly precious today. Something you won’t find anywhere else—you’ve shown me that.” Hairun had confirmed something through Jin-woo. “I always believed the Deep Refining technique was mine alone.” A stagnant art. That’s what he’d always thought. But his student Jin-woo had shown him otherwise. That this Deep Refining technique had no limits. It wasn’t the technique that had stagnated—it was Hairun’s thinking. “I was wrong. The ceiling was mine, not the technique’s. If someone like you—a craftsman of all things in heaven and earth—uses it, it can reach such heights! Thank you. Truly, thank you.” Those stalled days were finally over. “I can grow more now. I can keep growing.” Hairun smiled and embraced Jin-woo. -Hairun’s Affinity has reached MAX! -Quest cleared! -Receiving reward! “An Unlimited Mountain Map Fragment.” Hairun handed over the piece. The fourth fragment. Only one remained. “If I may ask—what manner of person is Master Allmaster?” Now that he’d reached Hairun, the question burned fresh in his mind. ‘They all learned from Allmaster, after all.’ Hoz had been the beginning—a quite accomplished blacksmith. From basic smithcraft, then to Rodin’s Flame Crafting, to Mirae’s Flawless Seamstress Art, to Hairun’s Deep Refining as the foundation for crafting all things. ‘And there’s one more left.’ Baekster. Only one remained now. “Our master is versed in all things. We sought him out from the beginning, each to learn what we desired.” Each had sought their teacher to master different disciplines. “As you’ve seen, our fields are all different. Hoz and I are similar enough, but Rodin’s crafting and Mirae’s seamstress work are entirely separate disciplines. Yet when we met, we learned something.” And it was only by meeting their master that they understood it. “That our teacher was a single person.” One body held countless talents. That is why he was called Allmaster. “He took on many disciples, but only we remain, he told us. And after raising us, he withdrew into seclusion on Unlimited Mountain.” “Did something happen to him?” “We cannot know. But one thing is certain: we failed to satisfy him.” “Satisfy him?” “Yes. Satisfy.” Hairun’s expression darkened at the memory, bitter with old frustration. “We gave our all. Each time, the master tried to teach us something. But we… we couldn’t grasp it. It wasn’t that we couldn’t imitate him. We couldn’t even understand in the first place.” He had wanted to teach them more, but he couldn’t. ‘Hoz, Rodin, Mirae. All excellent craftsmen with remarkable hands.’ Yet they hadn’t even been able to understand. “I still remember it clearly. How gently the master tried to teach us.” ‘Interesting.’ So even after cultivating disciples of such excellence, this Allmaster still possessed depths untapped. “I would very much like to meet him.” “With one fragment left, it should be possible now.” Ding! -Quest updated! -The location of the last disciple, Baekster, is marked on your map! Only one remained. “Baekster is likely in Sacra Engineering City.” “Engineering City?” “Haven’t heard of it? Across the sea, in the Sacra Archipelago, there’s a mechanical engineering city! Baekster’s there. His nickname is—” Hairun spoke. “Mechanic Master.” * * * After hearing Hairun’s account of Baekster, the last disciple, Jin-woo set about organizing the smithy. ‘Everything’s ready.’ It was time to depart. Rumble-rumble-rumble! The ground trembled again, and Jin-woo sought out Hairun. “Wait a moment. This is Iron Helm’s trouble—you needn’t bear it alone. Let me speak with our dwarf warriors and hunters. Let’s organize an Expedition centered on you and depart together.” Hairun did not want his student to carry everything by himself. If help were to be given, he wanted it alongside the dwarves of Iron Helm. “That won’t be necessary. I truly wish to protect this city of sulfur and lava.” Protecting it would grant him access to better materials. “Jin-woo…” -Your Integrity Score shines! -Dwarf Hairun is moved by your heroic spirit! “I will go and subjugate the Fallen Dragon.” To monopolize all the materials, going alone was naturally the easiest path. “I’ll speak with them and secure what aid I can! Even a little support would help!” * * * “Has he still not returned?” Glory of Lava—the massive building at the center of Iron Helm. It was both the office and residence of Big Hammer, Iron Helm’s leader. Hairun had come to Glory of Lava. “Hairun, Big Hammer has not yet returned. What brings you here?” The dwarf who answered was sturdy and stern-looking. Like most dwarves, his beard was magnificent. “The tremors have grown worse. It seems the volcano could erupt at any moment.” “All is still manageable. Big Hammer will return soon. Once he does, we’ll assemble an Expedition and march out again to hunt the Fallen Dragon. Don’t worry and wait.” “There’s something I need to discuss regarding that matter.” Hairun told him about Jin-woo. And he explained how this Jin-woo intended to hunt the Fallen Dragon himself and resolve the problem. “He’s a new student of mine, and he possesses skill surpassing my own.” “Hairun, are you jesting?” “Do I look like I’m joking?” “You do. That’s why I’m asking. You’re a blacksmith, aren’t you? Then naturally your student is a blacksmith too!” A blacksmith—not a warrior, not a hunter—going to hunt a Fallen Dragon? “How am I supposed to take this? Should I pray for his soul before he goes off to die?” The dwarf sneered. The other dwarves nearby looked at Hairun with disbelief. “Hairun! No matter how desperate we are, a blacksmith can’t hunt dragons!” “We all know blacksmiths are great, but everyone has their field! This is the realm of warriors and hunters!” “It’s something a blacksmith could never accomplish!” Hairun’s brow furrowed. Of course he’d expected such a reaction. “I’m sorry, but we can’t provide support.” “That’s fine. As long as you don’t interfere.” And then, surprisingly, Hairun felt his stubborn streak kindle. In truth, Hairun himself didn’t believe Jin-woo could hunt the Fallen Dragon. That’s why he’d wanted to ask for some assistance from them. If they helped just a little, he could suppress the Fallen Dragon to some degree with Jin-woo as the centerpiece. If they could delay—even slightly—the day the volcano erupted and Iron Helm sank into lava, wasn’t that gain enough? In Big Hammer’s uncertain absence, it had seemed the wisest choice. But all of that intention crumbled to dust. To insult his student like this? “But if I succeed and return…” Then a voice came from behind. “Jin-woo.” The dwarves’ eyes turned toward him. He wore casual clothes and carried a single hammer. Yet despite the casual attire, his musculature was strikingly evident at first glance. “What compensation would be acceptable?” When Jin-woo asked, the dwarves let out a short, dismissive laugh. “So you’re a blacksmith, eh? Looking at that frame, I’d say it’s no lie! All right, if you save our Iron Helm—” “I’ll give you the Noble Flame Silk I was saving for myself!” “I’ll give you Deep Stone, the kind that only comes from deep in our mines.” “No, I’ll just give you access rights to our mines!” The dwarves began adding their own promises. It was their way of saying they didn’t believe his word one bit. ‘Classic dwarves.’ Jin-woo smiled contentedly as he listened to each reward they offered. ‘I’ve stockpiled quite a lot for future use, haven’t I?’ There were rare materials whose names he didn’t even know. This was more than enough. ‘And it makes for a nice reward on the side.’ “You’re all promising this?” Jin-woo grinned. “I won’t let you back out now.”
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