Infinity Is My Affinity?!?-Chapter 123: Handing A Loaded AK To A Monkey

Nom-Nom’s mouth snapped shut with an audible click while her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Wait, really?" she gasped, leaning so close to her end of the screen that her nose might as well have clipped through the translucent blue interface. "You actually found one?"

"I didn’t just find one," I corrected, not even bothering to hide the smug grin as shared my shop window directly into her live feed. "I found the one. Feast your eyes on this absolute unit."

{

Emberwake Greatsword (Rare)

Description:

A graft-forged greatsword engineered for high-output mana users, constructed from refined Grade 8 to 9 Adamantite and Mythril components seamlessly bonded with Orichalcum.

Total Length: 205 cm / 6.72 feet

Blade Length: 162 cm / 5.31feet

Blade Width (Base): 9.2 cm / 3.62 Inches

Spine Thickness: 1.4 cm / 0.55 Inches

Weight: 22.8 kg / 50.26 lbs

Material Composition:

Hilt - Grade 8 Adamantite

Crossguard - Grade 9 Adamantite

Blade Body - Grade 8 Adamantite

Spine - Grade 9 Mythril

Edge - Grade 8 Mythril

Orichalcum - structural binder

The Grade 8 Adamantite blade body provides extreme structural durability and resistance to catastrophic deformation under heavy impact.

The Grade 9 Mythril spine allows efficient flexibility. And the Grade 8 Mythril edge is optimized for mana conduction and infusion of the user’s elemental affinities and their subsequent enhancements.

Adamantite components remain largely inert to magical flow due to their low mana conductivity, acting as structural anchors, while Mythril components bear mana reinforcement.

Designed to withstand sustained elemental infusion and high-force combat without immediate fracture.

Notes*

Mythril reinforcement scales proportionally to mana output.

Excessive mana saturation will result in diminishing returns due to lower-graded metals used.

Adamantite brittleness is largely mitigated via Mythril spine and user-reinforced Mythril edge.

Maintenance is required under extreme usage conditions.

Balanced and calibrated for wielders significantly above standard strength parameters.

Price: 12,000 Credits

}

I watched her eyes dart back and forth across the shared screen as she practically vibrated with anticipation.

[She is barely reading a single word of those technical specs,] I thought, leaning my head back against the trunk. [But she definitely sees the giant picture of the massive sword attached beside the description.]

"Okay, so basically..." I started, stepping in to translate the wall of text before she could ask me what a structural binder was. "It’s a grafted sword. They took Adamantite, which is basically hella durable but just as heavy, and used it for the main body and the hilt. That gives it the forty-five kilos of pure, unadulterated blunt-force trauma."

Nom-Nom let out a low whistle, her eyes practically sparkling as she stared at the virtual blade.

"But Adamantite sucks at channeling magic," I continued, gesturing toward the screen with a flick of my wrist. "... So they gave it a Grade 9 Mythril spine and a Grade 8 Mythril edge, and then they glued the whole Frankenstein mess together with Orichalcum."

"Glued it?" she asked, tilting her head like a confused puppy.

"Kinda... " I clarified, completely waving off the complex metallurgical science. "The point is, the Mythril parts let you pump your dragon fire straight into the blade. It’ll reinforce the Mythril spine to better absorb the shocks, given its malleable and flexible nature, and also heat up, while, same as the spine, the edge will also superheat and basically help you cut through anything... You can also use it to... you know, let out a wave of your Dragon Fire with your every swing."

Nom-Nom let out a small squeak of pure joy, clutching her hands in front of her chest as she stared at the weapon.

"It’s perfect..." she whispered, practically drooling. "I can cut things, and burn things, and slice them while they burn!"

[I may as well be handing a loaded AK to a monkey... but who cares, Nom’s happy.] I smirked, watching her completely lose her mind over a piece of virtual metal.

As I watched Nom-Nom practically vibrate with excitement through the screen, I couldn’t help but wonder the absolute metallurgical nightmare it’d be to actually build this weapon.

Adamantite was notoriously a massive pain to source, as it was exclusively found and mined deep inside the demon-folk’s side of the continent.

The raw material came out of the earth as dense crystals, requiring a smith to blast it with insanely high temperatures just to melt the crystalline structure down into a functional, hyper-durable metal.

Mythril was just straight up morbid; it was exclusively harvested from the bones of monsters and magic beasts.

You basically had to chuck a monster’s entire skeleton into a blazing forge, maintaining extreme temperatures to completely burn away all the biological matter and calcium until only this liquid magic metal was left behind in the crucible.

And then there was Orichalcum.

[Good old fantasy duct tape...]

In its raw form, Orichalcum just looked like chunks of boring grey stone, but once refined, it functioned as a slightly upgraded version of steel that happened to possess some mana conduction.

But that’s not what makes it special.

The most glaring and important property was its ability to act as a universal binder, allowing a smith to forcefully mix Adamantite and Mythril together.

You want a sword as though as an Adamantite one and need it to channel your magic?

It’s gonna take a mandatory 30% Orichalcum in that Adamantite-Mythril alloy to make it happen.

From what I had gathered when I was researching for a sword worthy of Nom-Nom was that the smith here would just toss all three raw materials into a massive crucible, melting them down to create a proper, uniform alloy with completely blended stats.

But the Emberwake was a specifically grafted weapon, meaning the smith would have forged the Adamantite cheeks and Mythril spine completely separately, before using Orichalcum as a literal structural glue to hold the whole thing together well enough that it all becomes a single piece of metal.

"So, how strong are those grades?" Nom-Nom suddenly asked, tilting her head as she pointed a finger at the floating text. "... Like, is Grade 9 good?"

"It’s basically a measure of how much slag is still left after refinement...." I explained as I leaned forward, "... The scale runs from Grade 9 down to Grade 1. A Grade 9 metal is about 90 percent impure, meaning it still contains a ton of leftover junk. Even a Grade 1 piece is still about ten percent impure."

[Which means this sword is mostly made out of the lowest-tier scrap available... but it still manages to be a Rare-tier weapon just based on its sheer mass and the clever engineering of the graft.]

-Ding!

{Correction: Terrestrial forging techniques are inherently flawed, resulting in unavoidable contamination during the smelting process.

Weaponry forged out of 100% pure metals devoid of all impurities are exclusively classified under Legendary-rarity armaments.}

[Of course they are...] I sighed, rolling my eyes. [Locking the actually flawless gear behind the highest possible paywall. My life has literally become a pay-to-win...]

"Master! Are you even listening to me?" Nom-Nom huffed, crossing her arms as she glared at me. "I asked if we can buy it right now!"

"Sorry, zoned out for a second," I chuckled as I waved a hand to dismiss the glare she was aiming at me through the screen. "Yeah, we’re buying it right now."

Nom-Nom blinked before her brow furrowed as she stared at the price tag on the holographic display.

"Wait a second," she said, leaning back as she leveled a suspicious squint at me. "Didn’t you say our budget for my weapon was only three thousand credits? That thing is twelve thousand."

Rubbing the back of my neck, I offered her a reassuring smile. "Yes, I did say that... But I am taking it as an investment. If we do this right, this is the only sword you should need for a long time"

Nom-Nom crossed her arms as she tapped a finger against her bicep, scrutinizing the floating blue text again.

"But it does not say ’unbreakable’ anywhere on that entire page..." she pointed out as she tilted her head. "And didn’t you just explain that grades eight and nine are literally the lowest two grades of metals? It’s going to break eventually."

[She is getting way too good at poking holes flaws in my plans...] I mused while a smug grin spread across my face as I prepared to drop my actual trump card.

Resting my elbows on my knees as I looked right into the camera feed.

"Yeah, all true..." I conceded as I watched her eyes narrow in confusion. "But we aren’t just buying the sword. We’re buying an enchantment to go along with it."

Nom-Nom froze with her ears twitching as she dropped her arms to her sides.

"Enchantment?"

I couldn’t help the grin spreading across my face as I leaned back against the tree.

"Oh yeah... " I said slowly, mentally tapping the shop window again. "If we’re doing this, we might as well jingle all the way."