You Have Been Invited to the Auction House of the Gods - Chapter 155
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Forge That Tempers Fire sat in front of the coastal blacksmith workshop, gazing at the waves.
Behind him, the rhythmic sound of his disciple Hae-in’s hammering echoed.
Air mixed with the scent of sparks and iron.
It was a smell the blacksmith was always familiar with.
It was just another ordinary day.
But that day, there was a subtle vibration in the air that was both familiar and strange at the same time.
“Is it anonymous?”
Bulbyeoru sensed the presence of the demigod entering the forge.
but that very point was rather appealing.
He was also a human who brought new stimulation to boring daily life,
He was also someone who brought new excitement to my boring daily life,
Thanks to him using his sword, quite a bit of faith had been gathered.
“That’s not something my disciple can handle.”
Fire Inkstone could immediately grasp what the problem was the moment he saw the Fire Spear.
“You’ve devoured the sword of the Void Moon.”
This time it seems the Buddha’s disciple got greedy.
You’ve swallowed something you can’t digest.
“Hmm…”
Bulbyeoru hesitated for a moment.
Is it right to call the nameless one here?
Causality itself was not a consideration.
The problem was the timing.
The only problem was whether it was the right time for him to come to the divine realm.
After a moment of contemplation, Bulbyeoru came to a decision.
If he was to grow as an adversary.
Forge That Tempers Fire walked to the blacksmith workshop and picked up the bellows.
And the moment he blew air into the furnace—
And the moment he blew air into the brazier—
A massive flame erupted from Haein’s forge, opening a path.
***
A fire salamander stood in front of a massive oak barrel.
“This is quite a dilemma.”
Bulbyeoru stroked his beard as he examined the labels on the oak barrels from various angles.
I wanted to show Mumyeong what real beer tastes like, but there were too many options to choose from.
“Oh… did we arrive already?”
However, contrary to expectations that it would take about a day, signs of someone unknown were detected from the coastline.
“If it’s your first time, this one would be the way to go.”
The classic you’ll eventually return to after all the wandering.
They say the end of tuning is going back to stock.
The classics you’ll inevitably return to after all your wandering.
That was the beer Fire Inkstone had chosen.
Bulbyeoru stepped out the door, his hands overflowing with beer mugs.
He handed over the beer mug with a hearty smile.
As expected, the beer I chose after much deliberation was the right choice.
‘Who would have thought I’d see such an expression on that nobody’s face.’
Despite all the hardships he had endured, what pleased me even more was the fact that he still retained his humanity.
‘A remarkable hero deserves to be rewarded.’
So what he chose was the Trial of the Sword Ridge.
To Bulgasal—no, to Galmu—Geomreung was nothing short of a luxurious buffet.
Bulbyeoru knew for certain that consuming the swords there would elevate him by several levels.
At the very least, wouldn’t that be a weapon befitting an adversary?
Bulbyeoru threw down his grappling hook and headed straight for the summit.
Lying on a sunbed in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts, I gazed toward the black ridge.
“I understand why Father and my uncles often imposed trials.”
The sight of humans overcoming adversity was quite worth watching.
“I should start preparing soon.”
Watching the swords of the Sword Tomb disappear one by one, Forge That Tempers Fire rose to his feet.
Each sword held years and history within it, but strangely, he didn’t feel it was a waste.
Those swords too would have a better ending becoming one with Galmu.
Swords that had disappeared into the back alleys of history were now leaping into the greatest destiny.
Forge That Tempers Fire completely emptied the beer glass in his hand.
Confirming that the closed crater was opening, Forge That Tempers Fire slowly walked inside.
Entering the blacksmith workshop, Forge That Tempers Fire changed into work clothes.
Shortly after, Nameless arrived.
‘His intuition is still sharp as ever.’
Looking at Nameless’s expression, it seemed he had figured out the real intention behind the trial he had imposed.
So he must have fed all the remaining swords to Galmu even after calming it down.
Just as he was about to move to start work, Nameless spoke up.
“If it’s alright, I’d like to watch the work.”
“Can you handle it?”
“If it’s because of the heat, you don’t need to worry.”
As if it would be because of the heat.
Forge That Tempers Fire’s concern was whether he could handle his divine power.
Forge That Tempers Fire, who was about to add more words, soon closed his mouth.
If understanding divine power was necessary anyway, wouldn’t seeing it directly be more ingrained in his mind?
If he happened to die or become an idiot… well, that would just be unfortunate.
If he was a child with the fate of an adversary anyway, this was a trial he should rightfully overcome.
‘I don’t think he’ll fail though.’
It had been countless thousands of years since he had grown this attached to a human.
“You can’t run away in the middle.”
Leaving those words, Forge That Tempers Fire stood before the furnace.
It was a hammer he was holding after quite a long time.
‘It’s been 400 years since I worked on the Armored Divine Machine Arrow with that Yi Do fellow.’
But the moment he worked the bellows.
Forge That Tempers Fire, who had been an ordinary pot-bellied uncle, became a god again.
Clang! With the hammering blow, his dormant origin began to awaken once more.
Just as Nameless had fallen into a state of selflessness, so had Forge That Tempers Fire.
After quite some time had passed, Forge That Tempers Fire put down his hammer.
“Whew…”
Forge That Tempers Fire let out a deep breath.
In his hands was about 30cm long, too long for a dagger, too short for a sword,
Galmu in a new form.
It was work that made him desperately crave beer.
‘I should have a drinking session with that Nameless fellow.’
For Forge That Tempers Fire, blacksmith work was a ritual.
And since that ritual had been completed well, holding a celebration was natural.
He turned around like that.
“…The drinking session will have to be postponed a bit.”
Nameless was still in a state of selflessness.
“I’ll have to keep the blacksmith’s fire burning.”
After glancing once at the anvil fire burning at the center of the crater, Forge That Tempers Fire walked outside.
***
When the surroundings came back into view, it was already dark night.
The forge’s fire still hadn’t gone out,
but Forge That Tempers Fire was nowhere to be seen, as if the work was finished.
Instead, a magnificent dagger was placed on top of it.
I could tell that it was Galmu.
The moment I grasped it in my hand, an aura rose up as if it contained all the energy of the swords I had seen in the Sword Tomb.
“…”
‘This is an absurd level.’
Forge That Tempers Fire had said a masterpiece would emerge, but this was considerably beyond reasonable limits.
‘At minimum, it would be A-grade.’
This was the grading standard from Golden Township, not Cheongram Trading Company’s criteria.
Power equal to a Divine Artifact.
Just by holding it in my hand, I could feel that condensed power.
“The claim that it could become the hardest sword in the world wasn’t an exaggeration.”
I slowly sheathed Galmu in its scabbard.
Though its appearance had changed, the scabbard fit perfectly.
“Like Master, like Disciple.”
I turned around and headed to the beach.
A campfire was lit, and beside it, Forge That Tempers Fire and a giant oak barrel had been brought out.
As I approached, Forge That Tempers Fire stood up from his seat as if he had been waiting.
“Making a hardworking blacksmith wait is a great sin.”
Before I could even offer words of gratitude, what first ended up in my hand was a beer mug.
“Let’s have a drink first.”
***
Only after emptying beer all night long was I able to return.
‘In the end, I couldn’t express my gratitude.’
Like water, no, like air—breathing and just pouring down alcohol, there was no chance to speak.
No, I might have said thank you at some point in the middle.
We definitely seemed to have shared various conversations, but there wasn’t much left in my memory.
‘I should develop a new product exclusively for Forge That Tempers Fire.’
In the end, this was about all I could do.
With that thought and eager to swing Galmu around quickly, I headed straight to the Investigation Hall in the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.
Since it was close to dawn, the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains were quiet.
The cool dawn air filled my lungs completely.
Clean air without fine dust.
The freshness mixed with a hint of mountain scent cleared my mind.
When I grasped Galmu in my hand, it mimicked into the form of the Heavenly Demon Sword without being told.
‘Even its mimicked appearance has changed.’
The ink-black color of the Heavenly Demon Sword had become even deeper.
It was a blade of the darkest color, absorbing even all the surrounding light.
I took my stance and circulated the Sun and Moon Divine Art.
It was when the sacred fire spreading from my lower abdomen completed one circulation.
The Investigation Hall door opened, and Kim Jin-woo, with dark circles heavily drawn under his eyes, walked over like a zombie.
“Elder Brother, someone from the Association’s Surveillance Division has come looking for you.”
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