BXBX NOVEL Chapter 185 A Forged Destiny
[LonelyWolf (Marduk\'s contractor): Why are you humble bragging? Look at Sir Drufus\' alliance and learn from them. Not a word, even if they\'re ready to act!]
He exploded into laughter at the next message.
[War Machine (Hephaestus\' contractor): If you know, why do you expose us? Did your mom cradle you too close to a wall? Is it why you\'re brain-dead?]
[LonelyWolf (Marduk\'s contractor): I don\'t care about your alliance. And you\'re the idiot here. Think about it. We\'re competitors. So, what do you think we\'re hoping for?]
\'Smart bastard. He hopes I\'ll weaken them enough for his alliance to sit comfortably at the top.\' His eyes narrowed. \'But it won\'t happen. There are many hidden contractors. Where are the northern ones for example?\'
Still, he didn\'t answer them and switched to Mimi\'s chat before his excellent mood soured.
After ensuring everything was fine on her side, he closed his eyes and let sleep finally sink into his exhausted muscles.
As dreams about a peaceful future filled his mind, the noise of a hammer pounding against metal shattered the night\'s silence.
Scalding sparks flew under the urgent yet emotionally charged hammering of Muramasa.
Abyssal and demonic energies danced around his arms—each strike shaped and made the metal pulse with energy in a mesmerising show far out of most forger\'s capabilities.
Yet, he frowned and clicked his tongue as he took a rare pause.
The quality was excellent. More than that, it slightly edged the katana that made him famous. So, why? Why did his lips twist in dissatisfaction? Why did his heart whisper that he didn\'t unearth the materials\' full potential? Find more to read at empire
As he pondered, the forge\'s door creaked open, the soft moonlight filtering through the vapor-filled place. A blue cape fluttered through the mystical lights swirling on the particles while footsteps echoed towards the anvil.
Then, Merlin\'s solemn voice resounded, capturing his attention.
"Your energies aren\'t enough, Muramasa. The forge will provide chaos while I can add mana. Wukong needs the week to infuse the blade long enough. But that\'s not why you\'re unsatisfied." His fingers cracked as an illusory blue design formed above his palm. "That\'s the problem. Your technologies are too outdated."
Muramasa\'s brows twitched as a stinging pain pierced his crafter\'s heart. But the hovering design—was it possible to craft it?
Meanwhile, Merlin chuckled, yet the gravitas in his voice remained.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
"It is. Work on it with Gork, but take your time. We have a week, and haste won\'t help you."
The words sank into his mind as he nodded and engraved the intricate blade\'s parts into memory.
"Your idea of mixing everything is truly fascinating, Merlin. I\'ll deliver you a perfect product." A steely glint flashed in his eyes, and his heart drummed in his ears. "I vow I will."
As his promise hung heavily in the sulfur-filled air and the noise of rhythmical hammering reverberated again, Merlin faded like a mirage, his last words filled with trust but also worry.
"You can\'t fail, Muramasa, or trust me, you won\'t like the fragmented future I\'ve seen."
On Adam\'s roof, Merlin\'s real body peered into the vast universe, each second crawling by, causing his lips to twist further.
"Not even the gods will like the destroyer they\'ll create."
The chilly wind carried his words as the dark sky gradually brightened.
Soon, the moon dipped to let the sun\'s morning rays paint the sky a comforting orange. And with its rise came the daily talent notification and Adam\'s awakening.
DING
[Talent\'s daily use available. Use: Yes/No]
As usual, he rubbed his eyes to chase sleep and pressed yes, prompting the red wheel to appear and rattle while he cleaned his face and equipped his armor.
Once done, he scrutinised the remaining prizes, a grin tugging at his lips.
\'A dish, an outfit, or a stack of minerals. Not bad.\'
He crossed his arms over his chest as the needle passed the minerals and hovered between the last prizes.
No matter what he got, he would gift it to Luna. So, both were fine with him, although the modern leather outfit made his eyes sparkle.
Less revealing than her usual one and lighter than what Muramasa crafted, it had a subtle yet incredible ability: it could coat existing armor to change its appearance while retaining its enchantments.
\'In short, it\'s the skin I used before winning the maid one in that game!\' He grinned, his heart hastening as the needle battled to reach it. \'You can do it! Push a little more!\'
As if empowered by his desire, the needle rattled one last time to hover above the leather skin.
"Nice!" His fist tightened in victory, and his legs blurred into motion.
Without wasting a second, he summoned it and stormed out of his house, the notification\'s sound accompanying his steps.
[Congratulations on obtaining a skin: Stylish Veil.]
In the blink of an eye, he pushed Luna\'s door open, a broad grin creeping on his face.
"Look, Luna! I bet you\'ll like this one more than the maid outfit!"
However, her seated figure didn\'t register in his eyes. Instead, a weak grumble echoed from her room.
"Oh, Adam? I\'m not feeling too well right now. So, can you return later?" She marked a slight pause before stuttering slightly. "T-Thank you for the outfit. You can leave it o-on the table."
He scratched his cheeks at the bizarre answer, a pang of disappointment twisting his lips. After all, nothing could beat offering a gift in person. Still, he placed it on the table and looked at the corridor worriedly.
"I hope you\'ll recover soon, Luna. If you need anything, don\'t hesitate to ask me."
However, she only answered with a brief "Ok," forcing him to leave, frowning.
As the noise of the door closing echoed, a relieved breath escaped Luna\'s burning throat.
She couldn\'t let him see her like that again. Never!
Just imagining his smug grin colored her face scarlet and sent her thoughts in a spiral of shame. She clenched her comfy maid dress and shook her head.
"You boor. I\'ll never let you see that I\'ve been using it as pajamas!"