As the final LD (Legendary Dungeon) boss appeared, the world channel was instantly flooded with disbelief.
“Holy crap! What the hell! I’m seriously losing my mind right now!”
“I seriously suspect the fairness of this ranking! Something’s fishy! Definitely a rigged list!”
“Can someone explain how this person got a 3S rating for their awakened class? What’s going on here?”
The players who had previously been stirring up the discussion, like DonutWizard, were now silent.
With a level approaching 40, Orson was five full levels ahead of the second-place player.
His class was simply listed as [Mage], but his final evaluation had reached a 3S combat rating.
This was beyond anyone’s understanding, and more than that, it was terrifying.
If he were to complete his class awakening, wouldn’t his combat score break through the roof?
“Orson, you’re seriously a freak.”
“Master, I think you’ve gone too far. We agreed you wouldn’t make us look bad, but you’re doing it harder than anyone else.”
“I agree with what Empress said; the more I see it, the more it feels like you’re not even human.”
The three of them all stared at Orson with the same expression, like they were looking at an animal in a zoo.
Orson, seeing his name in the top spot, maintained a serious face.
“Handsome. No matter how low-key I try to be, I can’t escape the system’s attention. This is my fate… my sorrow…”
After saying this, Orson mounted the Crimson Lizard King, preparing to leave in a dramatic fashion, as though he were abandoning his followers.
But Empress grabbed his leg, saying, “Wait! How come you don’t even have an awakened class, and yet you get a 3S rating? Explain yourself!”
“Just let him go.”
ShatteredCrown shook his head and walked over. Orson froze. Wasn’t this guy supposed to be a little more excited?
Did he get stunned by Orson’s handsomeness as well?
“I just want to give my master some advice,” ShatteredCrown said seriously.
Everyone was caught off guard by ShatteredCrown’s sudden seriousness, but then the next second, he broke into a big grin. “As someone who’s also ridiculously handsome, next time you show off, please make sure to take me along!”
“Get lost!”
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Orson kicked the pestering ShatteredCrown away, before riding his Crimson Lizard King back towards Pondenorlin City.
Once there, he transformed into Orsix and headed straight for the Dwarven blacksmith.
“Changed your mind? Trust me, even without the Sacred Dragon Crystal, crafting these three pieces of the [Angry Dragon Saint Set] isn’t a big deal!”
The gray dwarf, Veijander, smacked his chest in confidence when he saw Orson arrive.
“Stop boasting. This time, I’ve got enough materials. Just make a few more sets for my friends.”
Orson waved his hand. After plundering the Flame Dragon Nest, the rare materials and Dragon Crystals were the least of his worries.
“Make a few more sets? No problem.” Veijander grinned, his eyes locking onto Orson’s bag.
Orson raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, “How’s your memory?”
“Me? My memory’s top-notch!” Veijander cackled, drunkenly chugging more malt beer.
“Good. I need five sets of the 30-level Warrior three-piece set, three sets of the Assassin’s, and three sets of the Knight’s. Also, I need one set for each class with Dragon Crystals as the main material, and maxed-out panel stats.”
Veijander sputtered, spilling some beer and suddenly grew uncertain. “Wait! Let me grab my notes!”
He paused, then blinked. “Wait, hold on. Materials first! I need to see the materials before we talk about price!”
“I suggest you shut the door,” Orson said, glancing at the group of players outside the blacksmith shop, still screaming, “Refund! Damn it, refund!”
Veijander gave them a glance and ignored them. Orson sighed and began pulling materials out of his bag.
The sound of dragon scales raining onto the floor filled the room, followed by sharp dragon horns, and dragon bones etched with eerie magic runes…
“My gods! My soul must be celebrating in a gold mine right now. This can’t be real!”
Veijander’s jaw dropped as he shouted.
Orson ignored him and continued tossing materials onto the table. Six radiant Dragon Crystals were lined up in a row.
“Dragon Crystal… this many!!! You must be an angel sent from the heavens!”
Veijander screamed, then zipped around with lightning speed, locking the door and preparing to close up shop.
Orson rummaged through Veijander’s secret stash, pulling out all the equipment blueprints that were hidden away.
There were over ten 40-level legendary Mage equipment blueprints on the table.
“I don’t need the Angry Dragon Set. This blueprint suits my style,” Orson pointed to the very last, weathered blueprint.
“Heart of the Flame Dragon?”
Veijander blinked in confusion and furrowed his brow. “You’re the most incredible adventurer I’ve ever seen, but this equipment requires more than just Dragon Crystals. Also, forging the other six sets for different classes will require even more.”
“Not enough?” Orson raised an eyebrow.
Veijander looked at the blueprint and sighed. “This blueprint has been passed down in my dwarven clan for years, but only one set was ever forged—and it was destroyed in an imperial war. You should pick something else.”
“Veijander has recommended new equipment blueprints.”
“Legendary:
[Divine Gift·Mana Source]Set
Style Features: Adds true damage, high mana/HP bonus, high cooldown reduction.
[Divine Gift·Spellcasting Mastery]Set
Style Features: High critical hit rate, increased casting efficiency, high attack speed.”
“Cost to forge each piece: 3,000 gold coins.”
“Stop recommending junk. I can easily farm something better than this myself,” Orson said, shaking his head.
“This set can’t be made into a three-piece set. It requires all six pieces to be forged together. Are you sure you have enough Sacred Materials?” Veijander said, looking at him with a skeptical face.
“You don’t need to remind me of that,” Orson replied, his gaze fixed on the old blueprint.
[Lost·Heart of the Flame Dragon]
Style Features: Enlarges magic effects, adds high critical hit rate, high health/mana bonuses.
Orson was salivating at the thought of “magic enlargement.”
Veijander wasn’t trying to deceive him, but he was wary about the cost. Even if he forged it, each piece would cost 10,000 gold coins.
Plus, the forging materials were massive, requiring six Dragon Crystals.
Forget about ordinary players finding six Dragon Crystals—if they did, the success rate was only 50%. If the forging failed, the loss would be catastrophic for even the wealthiest players.
But for Orson, the “magic enlargement” bonus was worth the gamble.
“You’ve submitted Sacred Materials: Dragon Crystal x12!”
“Pfft… Did you find the Dragon’s Lair or something?”
Veijander, after sipping some beer to calm himself, spat it out in surprise. He had seen rich adventurers, but he had never seen one so willing to squander Dragon materials.
Orson had snatched twelve Dragon Crystals from the Flame Dragon Nest’s incubation chamber, plus more from the Gluttonous Devourer, Greedy Hoarder, and Frost Dragon. He still had three left.
That should be enough… for now.
“Guess so, but you’ve reminded me. I should look for more Dragon Lairs,” Orson said with a smile, his lips curling up. Hearing Veijander’s words made him less worried about the equipment failing.
The Flame Dragon Nest was gone, but the Guardian of Pondenorlin City, Burns, was nothing more than a dirt dragon, and Orson could probably raid his home too.
“You’ve submitted premium materials: Dragon Bones x40.”
“You’ve submitted…”
Orson continued submitting materials in a stream, totaling a huge amount for the legendary equipment. Just the forging fees alone cost 150,000 gold coins.
“Trying to siege us, huh? Come at me! I’ll crush you with my gear!” Orson grinned coldly.