by Park Saenal
I was so cruel that I seemed like a villain from a horror movie. On TV, there were discussion programs that denounced me as a psychopath. It might be because battles between guilds were common or maybe they weren’t interested in the first place.
They weren’t interested in the cause of the fight, only the provocative materials. In other words, they only focused on me. In the end, I got the nicknames of ‘Slaughterer,’ ‘Masked Murderer’ or ‘Brutal Psychopath.’
‘Did I look cruel just because I use a greatsword as a weapon and crushed the enemies? No, rather than my weapon, the problem seems to be the Frostlight Orc Chief’s Helmet. The helmet is too ugly…’
I finally became famous, except with a negative image. I had to become famous with a positive image if I wanted to appear on TV and get the performance fees.
‘When I have time, I need to make a helmet that can replace the Frostlight Orc Chief’s Helmet. Yes, if I make a splendid helmet suitable for a hero, then people will praise me instead of being afraid of me. Huhut… I might not be handsome, but I can be a top star if I appear like a macho man, like the protagonist of an action movie. Huhuhut!’
“That… Grid? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Someday, I would become famous and appear on TV. Like other rankers, I would be more famous than any entertainer, would earn a lot of money and become very popular among women. However, Ibellin was looking at me with anxious eyes.
‘This reaction again.’
Why did people react unpleasantly every time I smiled? I took this chance to ask seriously.
“Ibellin, you admire me, right? Then be honest. Does my smile look like the smile of someone in pain? Don’t I look cool?”
Ibellin’s face paled. “Yes…? Were you smiling just now? I thought you were suffering from a stomachache…”
“Shut up! Get out now!”
“G-Grid?”
“Get lost!”
“…”
I didn’t like Ibellin’s answer and chased him away. I let go of any selfishness and had to concentrate on the production.
“Hing… Work hard…”
I confirmed that Ibellin left the smithy. I finally picked up the production hammer.
“I only have one chance…”
The hopeless Ibellin had only acquired enough materials to produce one Thorn. I had to complete at least an epic rated Thorn and receive more than 100,000 gold for it. Then I could use 700 million won to pay my father’s debt and use 800 million won to buy a car.
The newly released 13 series mid-size sedan from Company B! It was a visual sedan that was popular among the young and wealthy. Since childhood, I had dreamt of driving a Company B car if I succeeded, and now I was on the verge of achieving it.
‘If I buy the car and drive it to the reunion, everyone will be turned upside down…’
Those who disregarded me could no longer make fun of me. Instead, they would be jealous. Then I would make Ahyoung regret not grabbing onto me. Life was no different from Satisfy: the power of items held the most importance. I was determined to demonstrate the power of items with my car.
“Ohhhh!”
Ttang! Ttang~!
I worked really hard. My concentration was at the peak, and I was one with my hammer. The result of working through the night!
[Thorn]
Rating: Rare
Durability: 151/151 Attack Power: 231
Armor Penetrating Power: +30%
* Unconditional bleeding will occur when an attack is successful.
* There is a 30% reduction in the healing ability of the attacked target.
A flamberge with small thorns on the blade like a black rose. It is reminiscent of the stem of a rose.
The target will suffer a painful wound when touched by this weapon.
User Restriction: Level 210 or higher. More than 700 strength. More than 300 agility. Advanced Sword Mastery level 2 or higher.
Weight: 300
[A rare rated item was produced, so all stats have permanently risen by +2 and reputation throughout the continent has risen by +30.]
“… Ah, damn. This rotten… It’s starting again.”
Recently, only high rated items had been made. Despite being a legendary blacksmith, if I made 100 items, most of them would have a normal or rare rating. But at this important timing, only a rare item was completed. It was seriously the worst.
“Hah…”
I had 100,000 gold. I needed at least 80,000 gold. More would be better, but 80,000 gold was sufficient to buy my desired car. However, it was impossible to sell rare rated items for 80,000 gold.
‘The car is 800 million, but if there is a discount promotion… Should I pay in installments? No. I don’t want to experience that again.’
I became heated up.
“Ah, really! Why is it a rare rating at this time? Ahh! If only I wasn’t deceived by the administrator! Really rotten!”
How could I get 80,000 gold? Should I ask the guild to lend it? No. If I ask them for money now, I might lose profit on the items made later.
‘Should I ask Regas? No… He is busy trying to find my shield these days… I will be burdened asking Regas for money until he finds it.’
Yes, I had one last hope.
–Hey, Ibellin. I think I will be a little late. Come find me in 20 hours, not now.
After sending the one-sided whisper to Ibellin, I picked up a piece of metal rolling around in a corner of the smithy. It was the unfinished Thorn mixed with a foreign material.
“If I smelt it again from the beginning, there might only be a little bit of blood mixed in. Okay, I will try it again.”
Ttang! Ttang! Ttang!
I excitedly hoped that the new item would be at least epic rated, and the result was amazing.
[Thorn of Deep Grievance]
Rating: Legendary
Durability: 269/269 Attack Power: 409
Armor penetrating power: +60%
* Unconditional bleeding will occur when an attack is successful.
* There is a 50% reduction in the healing ability of the attacked target.
* The skill ‘Laceration’ will be generated.
* The skill ‘Cursed Bloodline’ will be generated.
An item made by a craftsman with great skills and potential, but his experience and reputation is somewhat lacking.
During the production, this flamberge was left abandoned by the creator when blood was mixed in and left as an unfinished product, so it is filled with an indescribable anger and grudge. It is especially hostile to its creator and has good chemistry with the owner of the blood.
User Restriction: Level 210 or higher. More than 700 strength. More than 300 agility. Owner of the blood. Advanced Sword Mastery level 2 or higher.
* If someone other than the owner of the blood equips this item, there is a 100% probability of being cursed.
Weight: 300
[A legendary rated item was produced, so all stats have permanently risen by +25 and reputation throughout the continent has risen by +1,000.]
“… This is amazing.”
Chapter 106
Chapter 106
I desperately wanted to make just 80,000 gold, but what was this? Forget 80,000 gold, I could earn millions of gold.
“Hah, truly.”
An item made from materials contaminated by a foreign substance was completed with a legendary rating!
‘I thought I would be lucky if it didn’t have a garbage rating… Well, it’s strange. Is this a dream?’
There was no sense of reality because it was an unexpected result. I pinched my cheek to make sure. Then I spoke with certainty.
“It isn’t a dream.”
I could barely believe it, but it was reality.
What type of person was Shin Youngwoo?
I was an icon of bad luck during my 27 years of life.
During elementary school, I went on a school trip and was abducted by someone, so I had no pleasant memories. When I was in middle scho
ol, I went on a graduation trip and witnessed a hit and run. I had a tendency to get an upset stomach during athletic meets or picnics, never picked up 100 won on the street and there were exactly 89 times when I was hit by local gangsters or school bullies.
During my university days, I was dragged into volunteer service and was hit by a hit and run on the way back. I had to pay three million won for hospital expenses and when I was hospitalized, I almost died from food poisoning. But the other patients didn’t receive food poisoning. In the end, they concluded that I secretly ate outside food and got food poisoning, so I didn’t receive any compensation.
At that time, I really only ate the hospital food. It was still a mystery why the other patients were fine while only I got food poisoning.
‘The hospital’s rice was dirty or the other patients didn’t eat hospital food…’
But was it really possible for every patient except me to not eat hospital food? Maybe it was the work of a terrible ghost.
Anyway, those weren’t my only experiences. When I was in military service, the battalion commander would emerge drunk every time I was on guard duty. The battalion commander was crazy from stress and would shout at me to relieve it. Then I remained the youngest in the platoon because my successor didn’t enter. Three days before the last vacation, an accident occurred during training and my successor was injured and hospitalized. Thanks to that, I had to work through the holidays.
There were countless other terrible experiences. On the other hand, the number of happy experiences was small enough to be counted on five fingers. One of those happy experiences was eating double portions of rib eye.
‘When I was 13… My grandfather gave me money, stating I was his only grandson… At that time, I had four servings of rib eye that I ate alone…’
I was truly pathetic. One of the best experiences of my life was eating meat! My 27 years of life were terrible with barely any joy. But what about recently? The symbol of bad luck was transforming into a symbol of good luck.
I was glad about this change.
“I believe my mother has been going to church and the temple to pray these days.”
My family had always been non-religious and I was the same. So I seriously worried that I was unlucky because I didn’t have a religion. Lately, my mother left the house on weekends and seemed to pray to God and Buddha for her son.
“Mother, thank you…”
Tears of joy emerged. I realized I wasn’t alone in this world as I became surrounded by my mother’s love. My body and mind became warm.
Then Ibellin arrived.
“It’s the time you mentioned. Has Thorn been finished?
“Here.”
I threw the Thorn of Deep Grievance towards Ibellin. And…
“Cough!”
Ibellin’s breath was blocked. Ibellin checked the Thorn of Deep Grievance and was so surprised that he forgot to breathe.
“Cough cough! T-This? Grid! Is Grid a bugged user?”
I heard all types of things. “A bugged user? What nonsense are you saying?”
“B-But…”
Ibellin had no idea what to do as he twisted his hands together.
“I’ve heard that blacksmiths are limited to making unique items! I know that legendary items can only be dropped in a raid, so how did Grid make a legendary item? It is impossible unless you are an operator or a bugged user!”
He wasn’t calm. As I frowned at the confused Ibellin, a woman appeared at the entrance of the smithy.
“Shut up Ibellin. Don’t fall down just because of this.”
It was Jishuka.
Thump, thump.
She approached me while Ibellin tried to calm down.
‘Strange?’
Gulp.
I gulped nervously. Jishuka’s appearance seemed sexier than usual as she said, “Grid.”
“Y-Yes?”
Jishuka’s cheeks were tinged red. She looked at me gently with moist eyes, making my heart beat faster.
‘Why is she so sexy today?’
I looked into her eyes for one second and was literally seduced. I avoided the gaze of the world’s sexiest beauty and stepped back. Then Jishuka came up to me, her hot breath touching my face.
“It’s impossible to do these things in Satisfy unless you have a legendary class… Isn’t that right? Grid.”
“…”
“You, do you have a legendary class?”
I never thought I could hide my identity forever. I didn’t feel the need to hide my identity anymore. I had decided to open up the moment I made a legendary item.
“You saw it right away.”
Jishuka’s eyes lit up like lanterns. “Indeed…! Grid! You’re really the best!!!!”
“Heok!”
Again. She hugged me tightly again. My soul seemed to leave my body as I was surrounded by her body and scent. But now I didn’t misunderstand her behavior.
‘It is her way of expressing pure joy.’
But due to her innate sexiness, that innocent joy was hidden. Maybe she struggled because of this part about herself. I ignored the excited Jishuka and reached out to Ibellin.
“How much?”
The calm Ibellin lifted a finger. “One million gold.”
“Huh?”
Were my ears wrong? As a legendary item, shouldn’t it be at least two million gold?
Ibellin explained as I was feeling confused. “As described in this item, the ‘Blood Owner’ is me. This means this is my exclusive item. In other words, no one can use this item except for me. So unfortunately, I have to lower the price even if it’s a legendary item.”
“…”
Ibellin, normally acted as a boy with a guileless face, but he became an adult according to the circumstances.
‘His image has changed. He didn’t become a ranker for no reason.’
I was impressed by this Ibellin.
“The performance of this item is top-notch, but the monetary value is unfortunately low. To be honest, one million gold is a high price. Later on, this item will become useless when I can equip higher levelled items. It’s an item that no one else can use, so I can’t sell it… I’m sorry but it is a severely limited timed item. But that doesn’t change that fact that it is a great item necessary for me right now. I also don’t want to disappoint Grid, so I am willing to pay up to one million gold.”
There were no objections. Ibellin’s words were reasonable. The current Ibellin wasn’t trying to haggle. He was telling the truth. But this truth wasn’t acceptable.
I raised three fingers. “Three million. I won’t accept anything less than that.”
“Huh? G-Grid? I understand, but…”
I shook off Jishuka and approached Ibellin. Then I took the Thorn of Deep Grievance from him and equipped it.
[Due to your class characteristics, you have equipped Thorn of Deep Grievance.]
[A penalty is applied because the item conditions aren’t met.]
“Eh?”
Ibellin was shocked. Looking at the conditions of use, it was an item only he could equip. But unexpectedly, I was using it.
Syuok! Syuok!
I gently swung the Thorn of Deep Grievance a few times. I nodded like I was very satisfied with the exquisite weight. Then I looked at Ibellin with slight impatience.
“Three million. Are you going to buy it? If you don’t buy it at this price, I won’t sell it and will just use it.”
“Eeeeeeek~~~~~~~~~~~~!!”
A scam! Ibellin’s scream echoed through Khan’s smithy.
[The Thorn of Deep Grievance hates and curses you.]
[You have resisted.]
[The Thorn of Deep Grievance hates and curses you.]
[You have resisted.]
[The Thorn of Deep Grievance hates and curses you.]
[You have resisted.]
In the meantime, the same notification windows repeated without end. I felt like I was sitting on a thorn cushion, but I was outwardly as relaxed as possib
le while Ibellin made his decision.
“Two million…”
“No.”
“2,300,000…”
“I am going.”
“2,500,000! Please sell it for 2.5 million! This is all the money I’ve saved from working hard from my L.T.S. days and the broadcasting fees! Please!”
“… Sigh. I guess it can’t be helped. I will concede, since we’re part of the same guild.”
“T-Thank you!”
“But I have one condition. Give me a deposit of 80,000 gold right now.”
“Huh? Ah, yes!”
It was sufficient, considering the Sword of Self-transcendence. I didn’t want to see any more damages. Above all, I was the only legendary item creator that all of Satisfy’s users wanted. The guild members were no exception.
[80,000 gold has been acquired.]
I wanted to quickly buy my car. I smiled at Jishuka and Ibellin before logging out.
First, I deposited 700 million won in my father’s account.
“H-Heok! Youngwoo! What is this?”
“Pay off your debt first. Use the remaining money to stabilize the store… You don’t have any employees these days, so haven’t you two been working hard alone?’
“Youngwoo…”
“Don’t misunderstand. This is a reasonable amount of money for your hard work, so don’t worry about it. Do you believe me?”
“Sob sob! Oh my~~ !! Our spoiled son has become such a wonderful man overnight! This is like a dream!”
“It isn’t a dream. Don’t worry, it isn’t a dream.”
“Youngwoo! Sob sob sob!”
My mother embraced me and cried. These days, I was being inundated with my mother’s tears. Meanwhile, my father just dropped his head without saying anything.
‘I should’ve acted better sooner…’
My parents paid the expensive tuition fees for me to go to university, but I played a game instead of getting a job. Then I became a debtor at a young age, disappointing my parents. My parents had suffered for several years because of me, so I once again vowed to treat them better.
That afternoon.
After buying the 800 million won sedan, I was scolded by my mother, who told me I was still immature. It hurt like hell, but I felt relieved as I felt the strength in my mother’s hand.