Chapter 347: Two Kinds of Forging

Chapter 347: Two Kinds of Forging

Wow, the workbench said. Youre really, really bad at this.

Dont worry, the armadil shield added. Things can only get better for him from here.

It had taken Dallion two hours to flatten a metal ingot to the point he could form the rough shape of a breastplate. Even with Dallions improved body and forging skills, however, the result was highly questionable at best. Thanks to what Eury had taught him, the material was pretty much flawless. Getting the shape, though that was a different matter altogether.

Initially, the flattening had started well. When it came to stretching and curving, things went downhill. Mistakes were made forcing Dallion to try and compensate, which lead to further mistakes, and ultimately to him thinning it way more than he should have. In the end, the plate ended up being only slightly thicker than a sheet of paper.

Theres still hope, the workbench said. If you make a few more layers, this could still work. Of course, itll take more than a day. Maybe by the end of the week youll have something usable.

There was nothing Dallion could say. For several minutes, he stared at the disaster that was supposed to be his first piece of armor, after which he calmly returned the hammer to its place and let out a deep sigh. One thing had become clear from all of thisbeing an awakened from another world didnt make him a forging prodigy. Dallion suspected that, but had decided to give it a go to see where he stood. The good thing was that knowing his real level didnt make him disappointed. On the contrary, it gave him an adequate estimate of his skills. Also, a bit of physical labor was what he needed to clear his mind for a few hours.Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Maybe you can start with something simpler? The workshop suggested. A shin or shoulder protector?

Or a thimble, the armadil shield added.

The companion armor seemed far too amused by the situation. It was bad enough that, as it turned out, the two were chatting buddies. Apparently, guardians were far chattier than one would imagine. All the times Dallion had been to the workshop with the armadil shield, it and the workbench had chatted quite a bit.

Instead of an answer, Dallion went on to do what he should have done in the first place.

PERSONAL AWAKENING

The awakening room appeared. For once, no one was there to welcome him. With the addition of Vermillion everyone preferred to spend most of their time at Harps tower. Even the armadil shield had moved his domain to be nearby, with Dallions permission, of course.

Slackers, Dallion thought. Leave it to them to spend all their time on the beach. In all honesty, he would have liked to have joined them. During the early days of his domain, Dallion had admired every new room and corridor, but now found it rather dark and claustrophobic. From what Nil had said, the starting room was the only thing that was unchangeable. It would add walls and skills, but it would always be an inside room with no windows. Everything else was subject to transformation once Dallion reached a certain level, of course.

Meow. A somewhat larger Nox entered the room, walking confidently to Dallion. Gone were the days when the cub would eagerly rush towards him like a bundle of fluff. Now the crackling was somewhere between a cub and a grown puma. The spark of adventure, though, was still visible in his eye.

Hey, Nox. Dallion petted the crackling. Youve grown a lot, havent you?

The creature purred.

I guess its safe to say I wont be carrying you on my head anymore. Why are you the only one here?

Because he continues to dislike water, dear boy. Furthermore, we thought you might need some personal time after this mornings attempts at making armor.

Wow. Thanks a lot for the vote of confidence.

Oh, and just in case. Id highly recommend you make a few pieces of awakened armor before proceeding to level up? Theres no telling what your trial be, but usually, its always better to have good protection.

How about it, Nox, want to help me make something cool?

The crackling flicked its left ear. Taking that as a yes, Dallion proceeded to forging. There, summoning a large iron ingot, he got to work.

There was no question that forging in the awakened realm was far easier than anything in the real world. Even with his limited level of iron forging, Dallion was able to see enough markers to achieve in minutes what it had taken him hours in the real world. And the best part was that thanks to Nox, he was able to cut out the shape quickly and without any fuss.

The crackling didnt seem particularly interested in the whole process, but as usual was happy to assist its owner.

Soon enough, the final result was visible.

Okay, go ahead.

All three familiars went down their respective passages. Dallion watched as the firebirds light disappeared in the distance, then waited. It was pretty obvious that this couldnt be the means to solve the trial. At the same time, it was likely to be the trigger that started it.

Minutes passed. No noise came from any of the tunnels.

Gleam, anything interesting? Dallion asked.

Instead of an answer, all three passages sealed up in front of Dallions eyes. Clearly, he wasnt going to get any help from them. A short while later, a new passageway emerged, continuing forward.

Drawing his hapsisword, Dallion continued forward. Soon enough, the tunnel became pitch black. Without Luxs help it was impossible to see where Dallion was going. Surprisingly there didnt seem to be any traps or holes along the way, just a very long stretch of darkness ending in an arena field.

Strangely specific, Dallion thought as he emerged beneath the cheers of the crowd. Around him the stands were packed with people, each yelling his name. As he walked further, however, he realized that it wasnt him that the crowd was cheering, but rather his opponent.

Long time no see, Dal, an echo of Dallion said. Very impressed you made it this far.

The echo shared Dallions appearance, but the similarities pretty much ended there. The clothes and gear were completely different. Instead of a harpsisword, the echo was equipped with a whip blade; also, his armor was the real thingfull plate armor, covering him from top to bottom.

Marchs armor? Dallion asked.

I found it suitable. Its supposed to be the most impressive set of armor youve seen. Personally, I have my doubts, but theres no accounting for taste.

Gleam. Dallion thought. Lux, Nox.

Your familiars arent here, the echo-Dallion said. It would be too easy if you used them to win. We cant have them play the challenge for you.

As if thats ever happened.

Oh, it has quite often. For this trial, though, you and only you must make the difficult choices.

Im starting to see the pattern. Each time Dallion had to face an echo of himself, there was a choice to be made. Furthermore, based on past experience, such trials involved coping with a new ability. Given that the only new ability came from his empathy stat, it wasnt difficult to see where this was going. Whats the test this time?

Its rather simple, actually. All you have to do is defeat me. No fuss whatsoever, right?

But? Dallion crossed his arms. Theres always a catch.

Never a catch. Always a choice.

Youre a cool person, right? a voice asked. Concentrating, Dallion saw that the source of the voice was the echos breastplate.

Hes probably bloodthirsty like the lot of them. A gauntlet added. He just pretends to care, but when it comes down to it will gladly kill us to get ahead.

Maybe youre wrong, a boot said. He was favored by the Green Moon.

That doesnt mean a thing, the gauntlet grumbled.

More voices added to the mix. Every piece of armor the echo-Dallion was wearing was a different entity with a mind and voice of its own.

Naturally, thats the choice: how many items are you willing to kill to defeat me. And yes, I do mean kill, since thats the only way to deal me damage.