Chapter 157: Forging Skills

Chapter 157: Forging Skills

It was astonishing to find that there was something Nil didnt know about. Dallion never thought he would see the day, but here he wasdespite all of the echos knowledge and the thousands upon thousands of scrolls and tomes in the ring library, there was nothing that identified the rock plant that had been found at the market.

Initially, Nil thought Dallion to be mistaken or goofing around, but after a few demonstrationsthanks to Dallions music skillshe couldnt deny it any longer. The rock, for lack of a better word, had roots of emotion that went into the soil of the flowerpot, and not only any emotion; if there was a constant vibration of helplessness, making people want to guard and protect it. That was why the stall owner had set such a high priceshe didnt want to sell it, though not to the extent of outright saying so. The high price was an internal compromise meant to discourage Dallion. When it hadnt worked, the woman had snapped out of it, seeing how unreasonable it was.

I hate to say this, but Im completely stumped, Nil said with disdain. I checked a few sources, but there is no reference of anything of the sort. There are a lot of stone creatures, as well as creatures that petrify, but no stone flora other than the petrified forests. Are you sure it isnt an animal or insect of some sort?

If it were, can you identify it? Dallion whispered through gritted teeth.

When you put it that way, no. The echo conceded. What will you tell Hannah?

What should I tell her?

Bringing a rock in a flowerpot is certain to raise questions.

You think shell kick me out?

No the echo sighed. Never mind.

Nothing in particular happened when Dallion got back to the inn. Hannah half involved in a shouting match about the evenings menu to pay attention to him. It was always impressive when someone was able to stand up to the innkeeper, dishing out insults like a fisherman. The argument appeared to be the usual quality versus price. Aspan, as always, that he could not work in such conditions and would rather serve nothing at all than something subpar. He would likely lose, of course. Dallion had witnessed a few arguments between the cook and Hannah, and each time Hannah would have the last word, although after a considerable compromise.

Rushing to his room, Dallion barred the door and put the rock plant on the ground.

Nice to have you back, the dryad shield greeted. Word is that you were quite lucky last night. Congrats are in order. Told you, you could do it. All you needed was a gentle shove at the right time and the right place. Smooth as marble, am I right?

Dallion opened his mouth to counter what had been said, but soon enough closed it without saying a word. There was no comeback after such a greeting. At this point, whatever he said would be bad. Still, he was going to investigate who had spread the word about last nights events.

Thanks, he mumbled, to prevent further awkwardness.

No problem, the shield replied. Id have liked to be of further help, but Is that a stone orchid, by the way? Eury sure moves fast. Havent seen one of those in centuries. One of my exes gave me one to remember her by before the war. Lovely things, though very fragile.

You know what this is? Dallion asked.

Its no mystery, the shield laughed. Although I doubt its popular in a village such as Nerosal.

Actually, people were clueless about it, Dallion said, stressing on the clueless part. Some thought it was a decoration. If it wasnt for my music skills, I would have missed it completely.

Come to think of it, he had passed by the stall every day and not noticed it even once. Was it by chance that he hadnt noticed before, or was it passing the second trial that had allowed him to spot it? More than likely it had to do with the trial, or at the very least the level cap.

FORGING skills activation.

Choose the focus of the skill.

That was the first step. Now all that Dallion had to do was choose a material so that the hammer would gain form. From what he had read, tin and iron were the usual choices. They were abundant in the real world, allowing him to start working right away. It was no wonder why most awakened chose them as a first pick, allowing them to earn additional money while getting the hand of the skill. It was only after that they would pick one of the awakened metals to start improving their gear. In general, it was a good plan, but as a gamer, Dallion saw what others couldntthe possible exploit.

Sky silver, he thought.

A block of glistening silver appeared on the anvil. In the real world, the material was next to impossible to mold. Dallions strength had to be in the twenties, not to mention the forging skill required was thirty or above, according to the skill scrolls. However, in the awakened realms, all materials were much more malleable, and the first one selected came for completely free.

Interesting choice. The echo mused.

Instead of an answer, Dallion grabbed hold of the cube. Silver markers appeared on areas of its surface, marking areas to press. Using his hands, Dallion followed the instructions. The moment he exerted a bit of pressure, the metal bent as if it were made of plasticine. That was metal shapingthe innate skill of the dwarves to form metal using hands alone. The tomes described it as one of the most valuable military skills, responsible for huge advancements in weapons and ingenuity. Unfortunately, the dwarves squandered that giftif the historical records in the library were to be believedon wars between each other and thus were quickly replaced by humans who became the dominant race of the world. At present, the dwarves only existed in small scattered dukedoms beyond the borders of the empire.

And you claimed I didnt read a thing. Dallion gave Nil a smug glance, as he went on to shape his first hammer.

Silver markers appeared and disappeared, guiding Dallion along the way. In a way it felt like folding an origami made of metal. Shapes formed and changed on and on until finally a hammer was born.

FORGING skills activated.

Follow the suggested markers for best efficiency.

The weight of the tool was measured perfectly. The final shape was very different from any hammer he had seen. The only way he could describe it was: a pyramid on a stick. The face was large and completely flat, narrowing to a perfectly sharp point on the other end. Even after reading some scrolls on the subject, Dallion remained quite confused. No doubt there had to be some handling skill involved. There was no way he could adequately form anything using this. Then again, thats what markers were for.

I want to forge a short sword, Dallion thought.

An ingot of sky silver appeared on the anvil. Moments later a vast number of markers appeared, surrounding it like the instructions on an IKEA manual. Dallion blinked. Did all this go into the forging of a single simple item? As far as he could determine there were over a hundred markers, indicating hammer position, strike strengthat least he hoped the arrows were an indicator for strengthand impact zone. On numerous occasions Dallion could tell that the markers were stacked one over another, though his current perception stat prevented him from seeing all the layers.

For several seconds Dallion kept staring at the ingot, trying to find a point for him to start from, even if it was a few strikes. In the end, he lowered the hammer. As he did, the ingot disappeared as well.

Not as easy as one might assume, is it? Nil asked.

Nope, it isnt. Dallion let go of the hammer. Instantly the tool appeared on the Forging wall within its own frame.

Thats why people usually start with iron.

I guess, I just must get stronger a lot faster. Dallion smiled.