Lord of Prayer-Chapter 167 - 127: Frost’s Sorrow, Fire Joy, Pink Fluffy Rabbit

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In a dark, secret chamber.

The light from a computer screen illuminated Dr. Qin's cold, emotionless face, casting it in shifting shadows.

He had found intelligence on Zhou Chen on the dark web. It cost him one hundred thousand yuan for less than five hundred characters, and while the price was steep, the report contained a massive amount of information.

Frontal kill on Fallen Paradise member Gentleman; assisted in the kill of Lover; under the blessing of the King of Music, killed the high-Status Curse, Destined Death; Gold Medal Operator for the Jinzhu City Star Association; Quasi-Alchemist... He also had a damn nickname, the "Joyful Sawman," apparently because he contained the Forbidden Object C-220 Bloodthirsty Chainsaw Sword...

Those guys from the American Chainsaw Murder Association had even left a comment on the report, saying they'd come for Zhou Chen to take back the chainsaw sooner or later. But even as they were making threats, they were also inviting him to join them, claiming they wouldn't bother him anymore if he became a member.

"How do you know about him?" Dr. Qin asked suddenly.

"During the Great War of Jinzhu, I was observing from the Abyss using special methods. How could I not notice the person performing alongside the King of Music?"

A seductive female voice chuckled in the darkness. "Besides me, plenty of others must have noticed him. Why else would the file on a Tier One Ascender sell for so much... The download count is already up to one hundred and eighty. The profit from that... Heh. When it comes to greed, even Mammon has to bow down to humans.

Speaking of which, I've taken quite a liking to him. How about we make another deal? If you help me capture him..."

"No deal." Dr. Qin cut the Demon of Desire and Procreation off mid-sentence. He scrolled the mouse wheel, rereading the report again and again as his heart gradually sank.

Although Zhou Chen had no idea what he was planning, from a Mysticism perspective, getting involved with such an unstable risk was a major hidden danger. And the one thing he wanted to avoid above all else was risk.

"If you don't want trouble, the simplest solution is to let go of that new goddaughter of yours. Without that connection, Zhou Chen will no longer have anything to do with you," the voice in the darkness offered as a friendly reminder.

"No."

Dr. Qin refused without hesitation. "Her eyes are the most like Duoduo's. Without her, I don't know how long I'd have to search. I might never get this lucky again."

"Hahaha! Qin Xu, and you say you're not a madman!" The voice in the darkness laughed with delight, her tone carrying a heart-stopping, tingling allure. "Then keep her. Wait until you've gathered all your materials before you make your move."

"I've already found a candidate for the nose."

"Good luck."

The Demon chuckled with pleasure. "I'm so looking forward to the day you and your daughter are reunited."

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CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

The incessant hammering echoed throughout the stuffy basement.

The Hammer of Forging struck a red-hot block of iron, sending brilliant sparks flying with every blow.

Zhou Chen, shirtless, swung the hammer, his body drenched in sweat. Every drop that fell onto the Anvil sizzled away instantly, rising as a wisp of steam.

His taut, glistening muscles looked like steel forged in the glow of the furnace fire. His gaze was intensely focused, like a master craftsman creating a priceless work of art.

After thirteen strikes, he poured a pre-prepared, ice-blue liquid that radiated a cold mist onto the scorching iron. The collision of extreme heat and cold should have caused a violent explosion. Yet, the moment they touched, the ice-blue liquid showed no sign of evaporating. Instead, it fused perfectly with the iron, imbuing it with a frosty, snow-like hue.

Zhou Chen exhaled a hot breath, raised the Hammer of Forging high, and brought it crashing down.

The impact was exceptionally crisp, not the least bit jarring. It sounded like the melodious toll of a bell from a secluded mountain temple, cleansing the soul.

He closed his eyes, immersing himself in the beautiful symphony forged from hammered steel.

The Hammer of Forging struck the iron with rhythm and grace, like a spring flowing through a deep, snow-covered mountain valley—cold, clear, and exceptionally crisp. Before long, the rhythm of the strikes intensified, becoming like a vast, raging blizzard, the heavy blows threatening to shatter the iron block entirely.

Sparks flew as the red-hot iron was hammered, gradually becoming long and flat. The rough shape of a sword began to emerge.

After the one hundred and twenty-seventh strike, Zhou Chen held the Hammer of Forging back. He opened his eyes, grasped the iron with a pair of tongs, and plunged it into a bucket of water.

The cool water immediately boiled, sending up a roiling cloud of steam. A wonderful, drawn-out HISSING sound filled the air, lasting for a long time before fading away.

The water's surface calmed, and then a fine layer of frost began to form on it.

Zhou Chen lifted the longsword out with the tongs and held it in his hands, examining it carefully.

The entire sword was an icy blue. Its edge was perfectly sharp without any need for grinding, and it radiated a tangible, visible aura of cold. A thin layer of ice coated the blade from being in the water, showing no signs of melting despite the sweltering heat of the room.

Forging: Great Success!

"Good. I'll call you Frost's Sorrow."

Zhou Chen gripped the hilt and swung the sword through the air a few times. This was the fifth Extraordinary Weapon he had forged. It was enchanted with the Frostbite attribute; he could even hang it in his room as an air conditioner in the summer.

The four Extraordinary Weapons he had made before this one were: Fire Joy, Wind's Joy, Stone of Freedom, and Pink Fluffy Rabbit.

Each one a product of his heart and soul.

Today was the seventh day of his vacation. Forging five Extraordinary Weapons in seven days was actually a bit slow, but he was sure his crafting speed would increase significantly as he became more familiar with the process.

By immersing himself in forging day and night, he had allowed the Hammer of Forging to absorb some of the Power it needed for its repairs. Although it was still a far cry from being fully restored, it was, at the very least, a crucial first step.