Chapter 753

Chapter 753

Arcane Sniper 753

Leeha gazed at Bottleneck with a puzzled expression, his eyes wide open as if he still couldn’t believe what had happened.

“The Mosin-Nagant – it’s gone. The White Reaper’s Mosin-Nagant... What’s going on? I even checked it five times just in case... There doesn’t seem to be any additional effect on the Black Bass. Even though Mosin-Nagant disappeared and Black Bass looks the same... my expectations weren’t completely dashed. After all, mosin-Nagant’s attack power wasn’t lower than Black Bass’s anyway. So there was one effect that I hoped would be transferred from Mosin-Nagant.”

“Transforming into the surroundings for more than 5 seconds... In other words, an infinite camouflage! What? What’s going on with that?”

Leeha checked Black Bass multiple times in suspicion.

Nothing had changed. He even checked the number of quests for Black Bass, and it was the same. The seal remained at 『7』, and there wasn’t a single change in attack power, range, or anything else.

“Sir, what’s going on? Please explain!”

“Eh, uh! What?”

“Stop with the meaningless sounds! What exactly is going on? You said it would be combined! You said it only needed a legendary item! But why is Black Bass still the same!”

Most importantly... Bottleneck, what’s up with your level up?

What does it mean that your skill increased for attempting the synthesis? Leeha found it most absurd. It was a moment that resounded with achievement along with failure.

『Achievement: Ardent supporter of the God of the Anvil (S)』

Congratulations!

You have exerted all your resources to support the God of the Anvil and his disciple! Thanks to you, another disciple can strive for the reenactment of a legend. The God of the Anvil is pleased! Perhaps when the blacksmith you sponsor can handle all the materials in mythology, the God of the Anvil may descend to commend you personally.

Reward: Strength +15, stamina +10, absolute trust of the sponsored blacksmith of the God of the Anvil

You are the first registrant of the achievement.

The first three registrants of the achievement will be recorded in the Hall of Fame, and an additional 200% of the existing effects will be applied. Effect: Strength +30, stamina +20

A remarkable S-grade achievement!

However, Leeha’s expression did not brighten as he rechecked the achievement window.

‘Just... this? If you use the expression “putting all your resources into it.” then the achievement acquisition condition is ‘when a legendary item is destroyed due to synthesis’... The cost is just the – ‘recognition in the Hall of Fame, totaling strength 45 and stamina 30.

A tremendous figure.

‘Yes, it’s a tremendous figure, but... oh, 75 stat points are essential for melee combatants, a tremendous figure indeed. If it’s simply a calculation of stat points based on level, wouldn’t it be an increase of up to 15 levels?’

“Argh! I’m not happy at all! Give me stat points instead. Who cares about trust.”

Leeha couldn’t stop grumbling.

After all, the sponsored blacksmith is none other than Bottleneck. Who else would have brought the dwarf working in Hell’s Anvil to the Gaza City and given him the position of Chief Engineer? It seemed that there was already a sufficient level of trust between Leeha and Bottleneck.Fôll0w current novÊls o/n n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(c/o/m)

In such a state, absolute trust?

“Bottleneck-ssi.”

“I heard you. At the moment I struck the hammer, I heard the voice of Black Bass. No, it seemed like I even saw the appearance of Black Bass.”

“What?”

Bottleneck slowly regained consciousness as his eyes opened.

‘I definitely heard it’, he murmured.

‘What did the White Reaper’s rifle? Where is the rifle?’

‘Black Bass has definitely said it’, I replied.

‘The... the rifle of White Reaper, how is it?’

‘It was definitely a real rifle’, Bottleneck replied, hitting his chest deliberately. The situation was so absurd that he was left speechless. What...

‘The food this guy ate, it was... Black Bass’s rifle!’

Bottleneck rushed towards Leeha dancing, and grabbed his hand, dancing excitedly.

“Thank you, my lord! This was it! The missing piece we needed was that! I now have the qualification to follow my ancestors’ footsteps!”

“Ugh! Why are you so excited! Stop jumping around! My rifle is missing!”

“Yes, I know! But don’t worry, don’t worry!”

It looked like a pair of wings.

***

“Bring it out.”

Ram Hwajung nodded her head. With her wand in her right hand and her left hand supporting it, she raised it as if in a proper casting stance, her expression more serious than ever.

“The Abyss is...”

“Dark.”

Paaaaah-...

Mana particles were gathering around her wand. They weren’t the usual sky-blue particles. In between the blue ones were hidden black particles. Arzenmacht studied them intently before speaking again.

“Only for assistance?”

The mana storm grew faster and stronger. Ram Hwajung couldn’t even properly open her mouth. Her arms, as unsteady as a broken reed, struggled to even hold the wand, her whole body trembling.

“Anywhere you want?”

Arzenmacht asked once more. Ram Hwajung looked at him standing opposite her.

As the mana storm whipped her blue hair in all directions, she finally managed to speak.

“No, also cold.”

Poooooof——-!

At that moment, all the mana particles around Ram Hwajung’s wand that had been gathering suddenly turned green.

Arzenmacht raised his voice.

“Use it!”

『Ice of the Abyss Night: Lump』 Whoosh!

In the midst of the ice abyss that gathered at the tip of Ram Hwajung’s wand, a quest window appeared before her as the ice manifested. It had been a full eight days since she descended from the Altamont Mountains to arrive at today.

Ram Hwajung finally achieved the feat of not logging out even for just one day, reaching it only today.

“Yoyeo~ Ppyeo~ Uuuuunniiiiiiii!”

At that moment, thinking of the two people she missed the most, Ram Hwajung collapsed backwards. Just as she was about to fall flat on the ice-made floor of Arzenmacht’s Lair, arzenmacht instinctively held her head and waist, preventing her from crashing down. Watching her faint and crumble, arzenmacht displayed a subtle smile, a smile that no dragon, including Blaugrunn, had ever seen.

Shortly after, Ram Hwajung’s physical form vanished into thin air, forced to log out due to accumulated fatigue. Arzenmacht, unfazed, gazed at the space where Ram Hwajung disappeared as if sensing her energy fading from his embrace.

Without hesitation, he used teleportation. Moments later, arzenmacht appeared in the Lair of Blaugrunn.

“Woah, arzenmacht-nim?”

“Blaugrunn, greetings.”

“What’s with the sudden visit? Wait a moment, I’ll call Leeha-”

“No need.”

“What?”

As Blaugrunn was about to call for Leeha, he stopped abruptly. Arzenmacht stood before him, pouring out what he wanted to say as if frustrated by the lack of someone to converse with, yet only a few words escaped his lips.

“What do you mean by that?”

“That’s all, so then.”

“Wait-”

Whoosh! Arzenmacht vanished on the spot. Blaugrunn, frozen in her posture without sitting or standing, without reading a book or listening to a story, watched him disappear with a strange sense of indescribable feeling. In Middle Earth, at least one user must be present for important matters to progress. Without needing to explain, arzenmacht’s words were indirectly relayed to Leeha through Blaugrunn.

Blaugunn: Leeha-nim?

Leeha: Oh, Blaugrunn-ssi. What is it?

Blaugrunn: Just now, arzenmacht visited and then left.

Leeha: That gentleman? What did he say?