The Return of the Legendary Golden-Handed Blacksmith - Chapter 300

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Episode 300
Episode 300.
Crack—
Craaack—!
Every movement produced a rough, grinding sound of bone.
“I barely recognize you.”
The transformations of the first two subordinates had been remarkable, but Pur’s change was even more striking.
‘All that focus on Soul Imprint really paid off.’
The parts Pur had felt lacking during Crafting, the aspects that had caused inconvenience—all of it had been compensated for through Soul Imprint.
Now a Hero-rank Undead, Pur’s appearance was that of a muscular blacksmith incarnate.
‘A skeleton blacksmith—it fits perfectly. The strength and skills I was lacking should flow from this frame now.’
The enlarged skeletal structure made it appear as though clad in armor of living muscle.
“My lord.”
Pur, now a Hero-rank Undead, knelt on one knee.
“Everything you spoke of—I feel it all so vividly now.”
Pur was sensing it firsthand. Every inconvenience that had plagued his Crafting had been resolved completely.
He would need to craft directly to confirm it fully, but a craftsman always knew his own body best.
The powerful force flowing through his hands was crying out for him to craft this very moment.
Shiver—
Without thinking, Pur trembled with anticipation.
Watching him, Jin-woo let out a quiet laugh.
“You want to craft?”
Jin-woo understood that impulse.
Right now, Pur must be bursting with desire to test his new body in the workshop.
“Pur.”
Jin-woo commanded him to rise.
Then, in addition to the materials the two subordinates had brought, he gave Pur Spirit Stones—materials he had acquired from Elementia.
“!”
Pur’s expression shifted to shock as he beheld the Spirit Stones.
“Such precious…”
“I give you precious materials. So craft as freely as you wish.”
Freely.
Without constraint.
However you desire!
‘Pur responds very well to this approach.’
It was far more effective to give him a broad theme and let him run free than to issue specific directives.
‘He’s that kind of subordinate. I should treat him accordingly.’
There were subordinates suited to strict command, and those who flourished when given freedom under the guise of direction.
Pur was unmistakably the latter.
Telling him to craft freely was the best way to draw out his potential.
……
Pur’s eyes gleamed.
A brilliance that seemed impossible for an Undead to possess.
“I shall craft with all my being!”
Pur seized his hammer.
At once, he lit the furnace.
Whoosh—
Flames roared to life within the forge.
Jin-woo closed his eyes briefly, watching the scene.
‘The reward I’m owed.’
Jin-woo currently had a reward pending from clearing the First Quest.
‘I’ve decided what to claim.’
He had settled definitively on what he wanted.
* * *
“Lord Jin-woo! Are you here?”
“Lord Jin-woo! It’s us! The Workshop Masters from Chanran!”
Late at night, after the Workshop’s operating hours had ended.
People came seeking Jin-woo.
During his absence, Jin-woo had been verifying that the Workshop operated smoothly, examining it from every angle.
The total sales figures.
The commissions Pur had received, the materials his two subordinates brought each time, and even the number of customers the Workshop could serve in a single day.
Creak—
Upon opening the door, every workshop master in Chanran had gathered there.
“What brings you all? Come inside, please.”
They were all beaming widely.
“No, no! We heard you’d returned, so we just came by for a moment! We must return right away!”
“I’m far too busy to step inside, I’m afraid!”
“We’re swamped with work, thanks to you!”
The workshop masters bowed in unison.
“Everything has changed since you came here, Lord Jin-woo!”
“Your knowledge exchange has given us new purpose!”
“We are truly grateful!”
The workshop masters had come to offer Jin-woo their thanks.
Chanran, which had once been mocked as having more workshops than people, was shining brightly again.
It was all Jin-woo’s doing.
“We never imagined we could prosper together like this!”
More than that—through the Lottery System, not just Manshang Workshop alone, but all of Chanran was flourishing.
The warmth of his gesture compelled the workshop masters to seek him out in person.
Anything less would have been pure ingratitude.
“You sound happy despite being so busy.”
“How could we not be?”
“This is the kind of busy we’ve always wanted!”
Jin-woo smiled at them.
‘I understand that feeling better than anyone.’
That’s why he said to them:
“Would it be alright if things got even busier?”
While at Manshang Workshop, Jin-woo intended to properly elevate Chanran.
“!”
“Of course! We still have capacity!”
“We’ll make sure these customers never leave!”
Nodding at the passionate workshop masters, Jin-woo spoke:
“Then let’s go together.”
Together.
At those words, every workshop master’s expression shifted to one of deep emotion.
“Yes!”
“Yes, Lord Jin-woo!”
Among the workshop masters was Oson from Oson Workshop, who had recently been called the pride of Chanran.
Oson quietly approached Jin-woo and extended his hand. Jin-woo took it.
“Taking you as my disciple will be the pride of my entire life.”
* * *
“I wonder what price they went for.”
Before departing, Jin-woo had registered the Phantom Blade and Frostbone Glaive at Manshang Workshop.
The Auction House had many advantages in terms of accessibility.
Since one could access the Auction House from anywhere and participate in auctions, items sold through the Auction House had a far higher likelihood of fetching premium prices compared to those sold directly in a workshop.
-Phantom Blade: 70 million Gold.
-Frostbone Glaive: 75 million Gold.
“Wow.”
Just before, Jin-woo had sold a USSR+ grade Pickaxe at the European Union Auction House for the absurd price of 250 million Gold.
Compared to that, these prices seemed modest.
‘But that was at the Auction House.’
For a small workshop like Manshang to achieve these prices was, frankly, unreasonable by any standard.
“The Auction House price was actually a bit excessive.”
It wasn’t a price befitting a USSR+ grade Pickaxe.
‘My reputation.’
Various factors combined to create that ridiculous 250 million price tag.
That wasn’t a true reflection of Jin-woo’s actual market value.
“It sold in an overheated market.”
Someone wanted to buy Jin-woo’s Pickaxe without stress and bid aggressively.
“A third-generation heir, supposedly. So he just spent that sum casually, whatever.”
That case was best treated as an outlier.
Regardless, these current items had sold for substantial sums even through a workshop—that much was certain.
“If the workshop price was this much, the Auction House would have easily fetched 100 million Gold.”
Jin-woo smiled.
Instead, he’d gained profit from that price difference.
“These items will draw more people to Manshang Workshop.”
This was a form of bait product.
Once word spread that Jin-woo’s equipment was available at Manshang Workshop, naturally more customers would come.
But once these items sold out, his equipment would no longer be there.
‘It’s not like I left a stockpile behind.’
Yet they would have no choice but to keep returning.
‘My equipment sold once. So no one knows when I’ll place items there again.’
Uncertain when new equipment might appear, countless customers would visit daily without fail.
‘If I’d sold at the Auction House, I’d never have gained this advantage.’
“Once word of mouth spreads, even more customers will come.”
Moreover, buying here would be far cheaper than at the Auction House.
“Then they’ll have no choice but to visit in person regularly.”
When they came, Chanran would grow immense.
“Chanran expands exactly as I intend it.”
Jin-woo received the sales proceeds immediately.
-You have received all workshop sales proceeds!
“From now on, whenever I upgrade my subordinates’ equipment, I should sell the old pieces here directly.”
The equipment his subordinates currently used was featured extensively on JinTube.
Since their actual combat footage appeared in those videos, if that equipment became available for purchase at Manshang Workshop, even more people would seek them out.
‘I can amplify the synergy even further.’
Currently, Chanran was vibrant thanks to Manshang Workshop.
Record numbers of people were seeking out Chanran, and true to its name, it was becoming resplendent once more.
“But this momentum won’t sustain forever.”
Jin-woo had merely pumped it up.
What rose swiftly was likely to fall just as fast.
Players were writing posts on community forums claiming Chanran had reclaimed its former glory, and NPCs were constantly visiting and expressing sincere gratitude, but Jin-woo remained cold-eyed.
‘Not yet.’
Not yet. Chanran hadn’t truly reclaimed its glory.
‘I know better than anyone how coldly players can be.’
Their current interest stemmed from treating this place like a temporary event.
Events always end.
When an event ends, naturally their feet carry them back to their usual haunts.
The workshop districts of Malen Duchy and Grona Kingdom.
‘Even after the event ends, they need to return here naturally and effortlessly.’
So he needed to convert them into permanent Chanran customers.
“For that, I need to build an ecosystem.”
Manshang Workshop alone can’t bear all the weight.
He’d said so to the workshop masters who visited earlier:
Would they be ready for even greater business?
“I’ll introduce a new system following the Lottery System.”
One for the workshops.
He planned to launch something for the entire workshop district.
“But first.”
Jin-woo registered all the Spirit Stone Equipment he’d crafted in abundance at Skypia to the American Auction House.
Of course, some of these would still be sold at Manshang Workshop.
“The American Auction House is the only one left. So I should make a proper entrance.”
The M-grade Equipment crafting videos were already uploaded to JinTube.
“They won’t be overly surprised. All things considered.”
Jin-woo smiled.
“I only made twenty-two of them.”
By his standards, that was an entirely ordinary output.

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