The Returned Genius Blacksmith has Awakened as an all-Master - Chapter 17

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Chapter 17
017. No Search Results Found
I nodded at what seemed like Ravi’s sudden kindness.
There was a reason the reward showed as ‘???’.
In the first place, Ravi hadn’t shown me this Dungeon just to clear a Quest.
Whether the Quest succeeded or failed wasn’t the point.
What mattered was what I would see inside it.
But.
‘There’s no law saying I can’t succeed anyway, is there?’
Unlike what Ravi was thinking, Geumsohn’s footsteps carried no hesitation.
“I’ll be back.”
With a brief farewell, Geumsohn began descending the stairs.
The creaking groan of the ancient steps sent shivers down my spine as my vision plunged into darkness.
Messages began to float quietly through that darkness.
[You have discovered a new Ancient Dungeon for the first time.]
[First Discoverer: Geumsohn]
[The name ‘Geumsohn’ has been recorded in the Hall of Fame.]
[Reputation increases by 100.]
[All Stats permanently increase by 1.]
[Level Restriction is temporarily lifted.]
[You gain an additional 100% Experience.]
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[Your 24-Hour Access Restriction has been lifted.]
[TIP: If you fail twice more, you may face even greater Penalties.]
With the system message, PK Godtteut’s eyes snapped open.
The memory of attempting a Player Kill and being humiliatingly thrown back flashed through his mind, and his teeth chattered.
“Geumsohn…… that bastard……!”
Crack!
His head bursting from a single blow of the Hammer.
The red message ‘[You have died.]’ and the items scattering across the ground.
And the terrible twenty-four hours spent unable to log into Repion, forced to swallow his rage in the real world.
All of it rushed past like a panorama.
“I will definitely break your skull.”
After logging back into Repion, PK Godtteut’s first destination was the exact spot where he’d died yesterday.
It was born of a vain hope that Geumsohn might still be there.
But of course, the forest lay silent.
The only change was that this place had now become a monument to his humiliation.
“Where the hell did that rat bastard disappear to!”
After thoroughly combing through the forest for a long time, there was no sign of Geumsohn anywhere.
He returned to Neman Village and searched the Square, the Blacksmith, and the Training Grounds meticulously, but Geumsohn was nowhere to be found.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
PK Godtteut, who had been striking at the empty air, stopped and caught his breath in ragged gasps.
His mind, heated with rage, began to cool gradually.
He decided to check the outside world’s reaction.
For a Streamer, public opinion was as vital as life itself.
“Repinet…… check.”
A translucent community window materialized before his eyes.
And the moment he saw the list of trending posts, his face flushed crimson.
Repinet’s bulletin board was plastered with posts about Geumsohn and PK Godtteut.
[Title: LOLOLOLOL PK Godtteut’s Skull Gets Crushed—1 Min Instant Death.mp4]
[Title: (Sacred Pilgrimage) Hammer Master Geumsohn, who exactly are you…….]
[Title: Price check on the Viper’s Dagger that PK Godtteut dropped.]
[Title: Curious about Skull-Breaker Geumsohn’s next move.]
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With trembling fingers, he clicked on the video with the highest view count.
From the moment he approached Geumsohn, to when the Resolve Dagger Thrust bounced harmlessly away, to when the Hammer caved in his skull and left nothing but ash-gray powder.
Every second was preserved in high definition.
What was worse were the comments flooding in real-time.
└ [HammerWarriorRising]: LMAOOOOO so satisfying. Where’d you get that Hammer? I want one.
└ [GodtteuthHater1]: Kyaaaa refreshing! He bullies newbies all day and gets what he deserves. Geumsohn, we salute you ^^7
└ [Analyst]: But wait, this Geumsohn guy’s gear is weird, right? How does a player under level 10 get defense stats like that? Did you see the [Immunity] proc? That’s gotta be at least a full Unique Grade set effect.
└ [FactBomber]: Nah Analyst, that’s Legendary Grade. My buddy heard it straight from Tuban—some crazy bastard came, made a full Legendary set in days, and vanished.
└ [ㅇㅇ]: Legendary? At level 10? Bullshit.
└ [NemaningVillageLocal]: Wait, was that the hacker who was tearing it up in the Training Grounds and Mine the same person as Geumsohn? Same guy? Creepy!
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PK Godtteut scrolled down with trembling fingers.
Posts mocking him. Posts praising Geumsohn. Posts lamenting his lost items.
The entire community was throwing a celebration over his death.
“These…… these cockroach bastards!”
PK Godtteut entered his personal streaming channel with a racing heart.
The message board was absolute chaos.
– [JusticeTriumphs] donated 100 won: Godtteut, put this toward fixing your head lol
– [PotCollector] donated 10,000 won: Can you ask Geumsohn to stream? Please!
– [GeumsohnFan]: Anybody who messes with our Geumsohn ends up like that. Godtteut, watch yourself from now on.
– [ReadyToDonate]: LOLOLOL I was dying watching yesterday’s stream. So the result of that million-won donation was his own head getting smashed in.
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The chat window was plastered with ridicule and memes.
His moment of humiliation had become a scarlet letter in digital permanence, never to be erased.
He swallowed his rage and logged into the Auction House.
There was something he needed to check first.
‘My Viper’s Dagger…… My Assassin’s Breastplate……!’
[Search: Viper’s Dagger]
[No search results.]
[Search: Assassin’s Breastplate]
[No search results.]
“What? Where’d they go?”
PK Godtteut was bewildered.
Normally, when you got items from a Player Kill, you’d immediately list anything you didn’t need on the Auction House and convert it to cash.
The Viper’s Dagger in particular was Unique Grade—it was worth ten million won in early-game prices.
But it wasn’t on the Auction House?
‘Could he be…… keeping it for himself?’
A guy who uses a Hammer wielding a dagger?
That made no sense.
Which meant he hadn’t sold it yet—he was holding on to it.
That realization reignited PK Godtteut’s fury.
“He didn’t even sell it? This son of a bitch…… he’s humiliating me? Let’s see how you like it then.”
He made his decision.
He couldn’t back down.
If he didn’t act, his streaming career was finished.
He’d have to hunt down Geumsohn and crush him ten times, a hundred times worse than what he’d suffered.
That’s how you keep the stream alive.
PK Godtteut was a professional broadcaster, after all.
He decided to turn the community’s ridicule to his advantage.
It might even be an opportunity.
[Streamer ‘PK Godtteut’ Broadcasting Live]
PK Godtteut switched on his personal stream.
And the title of the broadcast was.
[Apocalypse Warning_Public Bounty Alert]
The moment he launched with that provocative title, viewers flooded in as if they’d been waiting.
PK Godtteut hadn’t said a word since going live, but the chat was already exploding.
And not in a good way.
└ Crack!
└ Smash!
└ Bang!
└ One-shot kill!
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ It’s a dagger thrust! Except the thing that shattered was a clay pot worth ten million wonㅋㅋㅋ
└ Dude, you’re gonna make the kid cry. Cut it out, that’s a ten-million-won potㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ If it were me I’d have quit Repion by nowㅉㅉ
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The chat exploded with mockery.
Public opinion had already spiraled beyond containment.
But PK Godtteut had anticipated ridicule of this caliber long ago.
He’d been about to start his broadcast remarks in a measured tone.
“Ahem, well, brothers and sisters! There was a little mishap yesterday, wasn’t there? Haha, a broadcasting accident, pure and simple.”
He forced a smile, playing at composure.
Yet the chat remained as cold as ever.
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Broadcasting accident (literal)
└ Bro, you good? Your skull cracked?
└ Yep~ here comes the pot~ so what’s today’s pot content gonna be?
└ Yo, which hammer’s gonna get you today? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ Geumsohn hyung, drop your coordinates. We’re coming to sponsor you.ㅋㅋㅋ
The chat showed no signs of letting up.
Caught off guard by the harshness, PK Godtteut began stammering out excuses that barely held together.
“Yesterday was—! Yesterday the server lag was just terrible…… What? A bug? In any case, it wasn’t a normal situation! You all know how strong I really am, right?”
His excuses only poured fuel on the fire of mockery.
Even the donation messages mocked him.
– [ServerLag] donated 10,000 won: Don’t blame yourself.
– [Bug] donated 10,000 won: That’s never happened to me.
“Ugh, these bastards are really—! Phew. Thank you for the donations. But those usernames are kinda annoying? ServerLag, Bug? You’re banned too!”
[‘Bug’ has been removed from the channel.]
Stung, PK Godtteut began banning accounts left and right, and the chat erupted into absolute chaos.
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Look at him banning people. Scared?
└ Godtteut’s getting sensitive, getting sensitive~ come on bro, you know how to have fun? Trying to go all serious mode?
└ I know where Geumsohn is. ㅋㅋㅋ But I’m not telling.ㅋㅋㅋ
– [GeumsohnGuard] donated 500 won: Don’t find our Geumsohn hyung. Unless you want another broken potㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
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The viewers didn’t yield even as bans rained down.
Cycling through multiple accounts, they tore into PK Godtteut like wolves savoring fresh meat.
The public sentiment was ready to explode.
He considered shutting down the broadcast for a moment, but steeled himself instead.
Times like these demanded a stronger hand.
Show weakness now, and he’d be buried alive—there was no other outcome.
PK Godtteut’s expression shifted entirely, hardening into deadly seriousness.
“Brothers, sisters. The jokes end here.”
At this sudden change of tone, viewers seemed to pause their chatting, focusing intently on the broadcast.

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