After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 118 - 25: Abilities Limited by Soul Quality
Xi Mu looked at the white-bearded dwarf and said with a smile, "Such a cruel thing still needs to be considered."
This is definitely a threat to me.
The white-bearded dwarf twitched the corner of his mouth. If he dared not forge the Great Sword of Death with all his heart, his soul would be ripped out and eternally lit inside a lamp wick.
He smiled and said,
"Rest assured, I will forge the Great Sword of Death with all my might. Please trust my professional abilities."
"Then I’ll have to trouble you, master." Xi Mu nodded with a smile. Usually, he wouldn’t outright kill the white-bearded dwarf, considering he was rare talent in the game, and it would be a waste to kill him outright.
And killing the white-bearded dwarf wouldn’t yield any rare equipment either.
"It’s not exactly a trouble." The white-bearded one glanced at the Destiny Witch nearby and abandoned the thought of fleeing.
He adjusted his mentality and went into work mode.
"To forge the Great Sword of Death, we need an extremely rare meteor, which money can’t always buy."
"Master, are these enough?" Xi Mu took out the meteor he had prepared earlier, causing the white-bearded dwarf to have a subtle change of expression.
As expected of the witch’s disciple, casually taking out a rare meteor.
"It’s enough." The white-bearded dwarf tugged at his beard, took Xi Mu’s meteor, pondered for a moment, and said:
"It should only take about three months to forge the Great Sword of Death."
"Three months is too long, seven days will do." Xi Mu shook his head, looking at the white-bearded dwarf’s twisted face with a smile, and inquired:
"Do you have a problem with that, master?"
"Perhaps you have some misunderstandings about blacksmithing." The white-bearded dwarf, patiently explaining to the silver-armored knight who knew nothing about forging.
"Being able to forge the Great Sword of Death in three months is already the limit of human effort; seven days is absolutely impossible."
"So as long as you exceed the limits of human effort, you can do it, right?" Xi Mu retorted, "As long as you can keep your energy up and forge the Great Sword of Death without sleep or rest, you can compress the forging time."
"No... High-intensity forging for seven days straight is impossible." The master dwarf waved his hand, wanting to explain to the silver-armored knight who understood nothing, how much magic power it would waste and how severe the physical strain would be to maintain that high-intensity focus.
"It’s not entirely impossible." Hecate maintained her smile, "I can grant you a fate of tirelessness for seven days."
"I won’t die after seven days, right?" The white-bearded dwarf trembled, feeling a bit nervous, but compared to having his soul taken by the witch, dying seemed like a better option.
Going to Hell was merely a new beginning for him.
But having his soul taken by the Witch meant a complete end to his existence, which was more terrifying than death.
"Fate is not a curse." Hecate casually explained. She had simply given the white-bearded dwarf a fate of not tiring for seven days, rather than overusing future energy in the present with a curse.
The white-bearded dwarf didn’t ask further questions and walked into the forge with the meteor and the design of the Great Sword of Death.
He already felt the fate bestowed by the Witch on him, an unprecedented vitality that made him feel as young as ever.
And at that moment,
"Master, may I borrow the undead-piercing spear you forged?" Xi Mu suddenly spoke up, asking the white-bearded dwarf’s retreating figure.
In response, the white-bearded simply waved his hand, his voice laden with resignation, "Take it as you please."
The undead-piercing spear he had crafted was meant to defeat the Human-faced Serpent, a weapon specially made for that purpose, but facing this sort of... second-generation demon, he had no room to refuse.
Shortly after, the clang of hammering could be heard from inside the forge.
Forging the Great Sword of Death in a short time was not easy, even with the energy to spend limitlessly within seven days; it remained a difficult task.
However, it wasn’t impossible.
After all, the biggest challenge wasn’t shaping the Great Sword of Death but having the Witch of Death herself enchant it.
Otherwise, the Great Sword of Death would just be a large sword.
"My apprentice, why are you so fascinated with the power of death?" Hecate bent down, picking up a fallen bracelet from the ground, and put it back on her apprentice.
"Chasing death will ultimately lead you to it one day."
"Perhaps ’death’ is just very alluring." Xi Mu said with a smile, and upon hearing this Hecate looked deeply at her apprentice and asked:
"Is the Witch of Death alluring, or is death itself alluring?"
Of course, it’s the Witch of Death.
Xi Mu thought to himself, but he didn’t say it out loud. Instead, he changed the subject abruptly, saying:
"Teacher, I have some questions about magic that I’d like to ask."
"Learning is not a means to fool your teacher." Hecate saw right through Xi Mu’s thoughts, but her expression became serious.
"What question would you like to ask, my apprentice?"
"About the flow rate of Magic Power." Xi Mu took hold of Hecate’s wrist, leading her to sit down on a bench nearby.
In fact, Hecate was easy to mislead; as long as one approached her with a desire to learn, she would temporarily put aside trivial matters and concentrate on teaching. This demonstrated Hecate’s sense of responsibility as a teacher.
And even if he didn’t ask proactively, Hecate would soon inquire about his learning progress, so it was better to steer the conversation himself.
A question.
An answer.
A harmonious teacher-student engagement ensued, the exchange seemingly very pleasant.
However,
The little filly watched this scene in shock, unable to utter a word, as she saw a living Witch sitting beside Ahtal, instructing him.
