The Returned Genius Blacksmith has Awakened as an all-Master - Chapter 48

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Chapter 48
048. The Mysterious Egg
└ User: ?
└ User: ??
└ User: ?????? What did he just say?
└ ChickenIsTruth: Geumson? That guy with the hammer?
└ FakeDetector: LMAOOOOO Dusart’s losing it. Solo clear? HAHAHAHAHA
└ LepionVeteran: Nah, it’s an event. The devs are pushing Geumson since he’s been getting popular lately.
└ GeumsonFanClub: Wow…… Wow…… WOW!!!!!!!!!! Our guy did it!!!!!!!!!! GEUMSON!!!!!!!!!!
└ Analyst: Hold on, everyone calm down. This is physically impossible. How does a level 65 boss get soloed?
└ RealEstateUser: Should I sell my land in the Balcras Territory and move to Kratum? The property values are about to skyrocket here.
└ PKGod: (I dislike this broadcast.)
└ Choi Jin-woong: (I dislike this broadcast.)
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The broadcast viewer count surpassed 100,000 in an instant.
Now the chat was flooded with praise for Geumson and endless speculation about strategies for defeating the Corrupted Earthworm.
“Ladies and gentlemen watching! We are witnessing history in Lepion unfold before our very eyes! A single blacksmith player has accomplished what even massive guilds could not! His name is Geumson! This is the true strength of our Korean Lepion players!”
As field reporter Kim Hyun-sang waxed lyrical, Geumson accepted a box containing Legendary-Grade minerals from Dusart.
The moment he opened the box, the entire screen was engulfed in blinding light.
└ User: What the heck! Eye-rape! What is this!
└ Analyst: What? What dropped that’s causing that kind of light?
└ LepionVeteran: Could it be…… Ancient Grade?
└ FakeDetector: ……I’ll take a break today.
└ MinerLife: A server message! A World Message? Don’t tell me…… Ancient! Ancient Grade!!
└ GeumsonAdmirer: Boss! One more national pride drink here!
The moment the World Message appeared.
Not just on the Korean server.
All players of Lepion across the globe.
The Korean server’s Geumson.
Had obtained an Ancient-Grade ore.
The Void Iron Ore, to be precise.
As the Lepionnet burned with unexpected news of Geumson.
Dusart invited Geumson and Kalis to his personal smithy.
“Come now, sit down!”
Dusart seated Geumson and Kalis at a crude wooden table in one corner of the workshop, then poured a thick, reddish liquid from a dusty oak barrel into horn cups to the brim.
“Remember that Ingolbul Liquor you had last time? But this is on a different level entirely. This is Ingolbul Liquor that’s been aging since my great-great-grandfather’s day—blood extracted from a dragon’s heart and the very essence of volcanic fire, aged for a hundred years. Even nobles rarely lay eyes on such a drink!”
He spoke with pride, raising the cup high.
“To the brilliant future of our young master craftsman and to Kratum’s age of steel! A toast!”
Clink—!
With the dull sound of horn cups striking together, all three drained their glasses in one gulp.
As the liquid coursed down his throat, a scorching heat like flowing lava spread through his entire body.
[You have consumed the 100-Year-Old Ingolbul Liquor.]
[All stats increase by 5% for 3 hours.]
[Fire Resistance increases by 10% permanently.]
‘Is this actually a drink or a buff potion? Wait, fire resistance went up permanently? What kind of insane liquor is this……’
Geumson set down his empty cup, genuinely impressed.
Dusart refilled Geumson’s glass with a satisfied expression and spoke.
“Ahh! You’ve done something truly remarkable. Taking down the Corrupted Earthworm all by yourself—I’ve never heard such a tale of valor in all my days.”
“I was merely fortunate.”
“Fortunate? Heh, if luck alone could fell that beast, then everyone in this world would be a hero. That’s not humility—that’s self-deception.”
Dusart shook his head firmly.
Kalis, who had been quietly sipping from his cup, opened his mouth.
“Dusart’s right, Geumson. Your skill has already been proven. Now the world will watch your next move closely. Especially…… that ore you mentioned.”
Kalis’s gaze turned to the inventory pouch hanging at Geumson’s waist.
Within it lay the Void Iron Ore that had triggered the World Message, dormant and waiting.
“To be honest, I thought Orichalcum—a Legendary-Grade ore—would be impressive enough…… but Void Iron Ore? If you put that up at auction, you’d fetch an astronomical sum.”
At Kalis’s words, Dusart’s eyes gleamed as he nodded enthusiastically.
“Exactly! That’s what I’m saying! How about we put it up for auction together this time? If you’re willing, I’ll personally oversee the proceedings! If I invite all the kings, merchants, and renowned collectors from across the continent…… then you’d get your hands on wealth you couldn’t touch in a lifetime!”
Dusart’s proposal was extraordinary.
If an auction were held under his name, its value would undoubtedly skyrocket beyond measure.
An ordinary player—or Geumson from his previous life—would have accepted without a second thought.
But the Geumson of now was different.
‘Money……’
Geumson reviewed the information about the Void Iron Ore that the system had confirmed.
[Void Iron Ore]
– Grade: Ancient
– Description: A mineral imbued with the essence of the void. It possesses the nature to absorb all mana and twist it. Weapons forged from this mineral will become a calamity to mages.
[Effects]
1. [Mana Absorption]: Absorbs surrounding mana to restore its own durability independently.
2. [Mana Distortion]: Upon taking magical damage, nullifies damage with 50% probability, and with 10% probability absorbs that mana to make it its own.
3. [Anti-Magic Field]: Depending on the grade of the crafted item, generates a unique field that weakens magical effects within a certain range.
After reviewing the information once more, Geumson spoke with the decisiveness of one who had already made his choice.
There was something he needed to create with this.
“No, thank you.”
At that resolute refusal, puzzlement flickered across the faces of both Dusart and Kalis.
“No? You’re turning down a chance to sit on a mountain of gold?”
“Money can be earned when needed. I’ll work on this myself.”
“You, personally?”
In Geumson’s voice lay an unshakeable certainty.
It was more than simply earning money—it was the pure desire of a craftsman to challenge the unknown.
At that yearning, Dusart found himself momentarily at a loss for words.
Behind Geumson’s back, he fell into the illusion of seeing his younger self.
That version of himself who feared no failure, challenged what seemed impossible, and tested his limits only within steel and flame.
“Hah…… That’s right. That’s what makes a true blacksmith.”
Dusart finally burst into hearty laughter.
In his eyes lay not disappointment, but the joy of one who had found genuine kinship.
“Indeed, a man who looks upon the potential of materials before him and sells them for a pittance is a merchant, not a craftsman! One can never forge true masterworks if he fears failure! Excellent, absolutely excellent! I do admire that boldness of yours!”
[‘Red Beard’ Dusart is deeply impressed by your craftsmanship.]
[Your intimacy with Dusart has transcended ‘maximum’ and entered the ‘blood oath’ stage.]
[You may now freely use Dusart’s smithy.]
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“Damn it! Failed again!”
On the opposite side of the globe, the American server.
In the headquarters of the massive guild Pantheria, located in New York.
Kane, the guild master of Pantheria, who had been analyzing raid footage, cursed and slammed his fist on the table.
Hairline fractures appeared on the table’s surface where his knuckles struck.
In the footage, dozens of elite guild members unleashed a dazzling array of skills against the Lich King.
But every attack, the moment it touched the translucent violet barrier enveloping the Lich King’s body, vanished without a trace.
[All magical attacks are nullified by the Absolute Magic Barrier.]
[All physical attacks are converted to mana and absorbed by the Absolute Magic Barrier.]
“Damn this ‘Absolute Magic Barrier’! If we can’t break it, we’ll never be able to clear the Tower of the Abyss!”
At Kane’s furious cry, the atmosphere in the conference room grew heavier still.
Pantheria Guild.
Ranked first on the American server, and among the top five guilds across all global servers.
They had already been stuck for a month on the quest to slay the Lich King, one of the final endgame contents.
“What are the information teams doing! Haven’t you found a way to break that barrier yet?”
“We’ve scoured every ancient text and quest available, but…… there is currently no method, Guild Master. It’s physically and magically impenetrable—a truly ‘absolute’ barrier.”
Megan, the strategy analyst, flipped through data on her tablet PC and reported coldly.
Her words were like a dagger to Kane’s pride.
“No method! So we’re just supposed to sit here and twiddle our thumbs? I can practically hear the other guilds laughing at us from here!”
It was then that Kane clutched his head.
A cheerful notification chimed from Megan’s tablet PC.
She glanced at the screen briefly, her expression shifting to one that mingled surprise and excitement.
“Guild Master, just now…… very interesting information has come in.”
“What is it? If it’s just another failed raid footage analysis, forget it.”
“No. A World Message just appeared from the Korean server.”
“The Korean server? The Korean server…… isn’t that Kang Mu-jin’s country?”
Kane’s brow furrowed.
Kang Mu-jin’s recent exploits had pushed the situation to the brink.
Raid after raid ending in failure.
Because of that, I found myself reacting with an edge I hadn’t intended when the Korean server was mentioned.
Megan, undeterred by his response, presented new material.

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