A mansion on the outskirts of the Dwarf Kingdom.
The sound of "clank clank clank" emanates from the blacksmith's shop in the basement.
The forge was filled with hammers, anvils, furnaces, and other common tools of the trade, but there was also something else that did not look right: a pile of dead bodies of human beings.
Not one or two.
There were more than ten of them.
None of them were alive.
Their hearts had been ripped out, and they had certainly been killed.
If you only look at the scene, it is the crime scene of a killer.
However, the only moving entity - the dwarven species Nanno - is not killing the race for pleasure or hatred.
He and his girlfriends are just "materials" for Nanno.
He kills them as if he were making weapons out of monster parts, and sometimes he even carves out their hearts while they are still alive, and uses them as materials for weapons.
He used the hearts of his victims, sometimes even alive, to create the "legendary weapons" that he was aiming for.
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Nanno swings his hammer single-mindedly.
The heat from the furnace seared his entire body, making him sweat like a waterfall.
Still, he does not stop his hand and puts it in a special water made by mixing water, blood, and various alchemical materials to take the heat away from the blade and put more strength into it.
He took it out again and immersed himself in the blacksmithing process.
A few hours later--.
"It's done. ......
Nano is sweating and muttering in front of one of the swords.
It is a reddish-black double-edged sword. For the hilt, he created it by mixing crushed bone, iron, and seed alchemical materials, and turned the hair into a non-slip material with a special process.
The sheath also has skin pasted on it.
Both the sword and the scabbard are simple in design, but a strange weapon with an ominous atmosphere has been created.
As a blacksmith and adventurer, Nano himself has come into contact with many weapons and armor.
Although he has no appraisal skills, he understands at a glance that it is a magic weapon of the treasure class "artifact class.
"Kkkkk ...... hihihihi! I am not a magician! I never thought that only one person could succeed in creating an artifact-class magic weapon!"
In this terrestrial world, it is usually only possible to finally produce a relic class even with all the effort and years of work.
Nevertheless, NANO created a magic weapon of the artifact class, one above the relic class, by himself, in a short period of time, without the help of a magician.
The artifact class magic weapon is the highest of the highest adventurer ranks, the level considered to be possessed by S-class adventurers.
Although all of this was the result of following the instructions in the "Forbidden Sword Book," Nano couldn't help but let out a laugh of delight at his own feat as a blacksmith.
Furthermore, with his just-completed "Forbidden Sword" artifact class in hand, he slashes at anything in his vicinity.
A wooden table is easily bisected in two, the corpse of a race (human), and even the stone ground is cut into pieces with ease.
Despite this, as far as NANO can tell, not a single blade has spilled on the "forbidden sword.
He laughs madly at this result.
Hee-hee-hee-hee! Genius! I am a genius after all! I am the blacksmith chosen by the goddess! I was the one sent to create the legendary weapon!"
The "forbidden sword" is a cursed weapon of great power.
It can shave off the user's life span, make the user seek the lifeblood of others, or corrode the mind and make the user go insane.
--Naturally, there is no way that the manufacturer would get away with creating a "forbidden sword" for free.
NANO, who had stopped laughing, let slip a few words.
Not enough...... enough......."
He continues to mutter in front of the reddish-black glowing blade.
It makes no sense to cut up things or motionless corpses. You can't understand the true value of the blade unless you actually cut a living person. ......
He ponders for a dozen seconds or so, then sheathes his sword.
Once he leaves the forge, he returns to his room and begins preparing to take out his gear from his adventuring days, a hooded cloak to cover his face.
As he prepares to go out, he exclaims somewhat happily, "I'm going to go out.
This is also a sacrifice necessary for the creation of the "legendary weapon" - or rather, I, the genius blacksmith, can be the cornerstone of the "legendary weapon" that I will create. Isn't it rather honorable?"
No one denies Nano's mutterings.
It is because he is the only one there.
As if seared by his own heat, Nanno's self-esteem and madness accelerate.
Nanno changes into clothes that strictly prevent him from being identified as himself, and escapes from the mansion with the newly completed "Forbidden Sword" artifact class in his hand.
Of course, under the cover of night, he heads out to check the performance of the "Forbidden Sword" artifact class that he created.
As he leaves the mansion, Nano's profile shows no guilt whatsoever, but only a dark desire to test the power of the weapon he has created.
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There was a shadow stealing a glance at Nano.
On Nano's back, leaving the mansion under the cover of darkness, was HISOMI, the racial man who sold him the "Forbidden Sword Binding Book".
He watches his back, unnoticed by Nano.
HISOMI speaks to himself, as if melting into the darkness.
'It seems you couldn't resist and went out. ...... The poison of the "forbidden sword" has completely turned and is in its final stage. Now, let's see how his actions will turn out. ...... Hopefully it will be to my benefit so that all the work I've done so far won't be in vain. Oh dear, I just can't seem to get around to it when I don't have enough people. It would be nice to have a few more people on the team, but it's just asking for the impossible.
Nano is on his way to commit a murder, and HISOMI does not blame him, nor does she report him to the patrolmen, but rather mutters comfortably and shrugs her shoulders.
For HISOMI's original purpose, "It doesn't matter," was written on his face.
He looks away from Nano and disappears, melting back into the shadows.
No sign of anything remained in its place, as if no one had been there from the beginning.