Tower of Truth, private space.
“Fool, have a seat, make yourself at home.”
After they sat down, Mike said seriously, “Let’s get a few things straight first. You can’t kill any of the NPCs here.”
“Alright, but I have a question.”
The demon race master smith asked, “What do you mean by NPC?”
Mike realized he had forgotten that this person came from the abyss and might not understand some basic concepts.
“Hold on, I’ll get you something.”
Mike took out his Mystic Market card and sent a message to Foreskin.
Quickly, Mike received the item he had ordered and handed it to the demon race master smith. It was a book.
The title: “The Wonderful World Through the Eyes of a Three-Year-Old.”
Upon receiving the book, the demon race master smith snorted, “I’m almost 300 years old.” [She’s lying]
Seeing the prompt from the Eye of Truth, Mike nodded slowly.
Maybe closer to 3,000, trying to seem younger. Understandable.
“NPCs are the intelligent beings you encounter in the private space, like the miners, dwarves, vampires, and werewolves.”
He pointed out the window towards the Mysterious Mine near Mistveil Castle.
“There’s a Storm Forge there for smelting ores. If you need any materials or equipment for forging, just let me know.”
Since he wanted her to forge SSS-tier equipment, Mike needed to be generous.
Currently, he only had one Battle Damaged Version of SSS-tier equipment—Nightmare’s
Breeze.
Even so, Nightmare’s Breeze’s strength far surpassed same-tier SS-tier equipment!
The power of SSS-tier equipment was unimaginable.
The demon race master smith nodded, “Got it.”
Mike continued, “How many SSS-tier pieces of equipment can you forge?”
“I’ll only forge one for you. That’s my agreement with Mars.”
The demon race master smith became wary.
She felt that the warm-smiling man in front of her wanted to squeeze every bit of value out of her.
“Don’t be so quick to refuse. Hear my conditions first.”
Mike said seriously, “I have a friend who needs a good sword. If you can forge one more SSS- tier piece of equipment, I can guarantee your safe return to the abyss.”
The demon race master smith fell silent, then spoke hesitantly,
“This friend of yours… is it you?”
“There are rumors in the abyss that you have a very powerful weapon. You don’t need an SSS- tier sword.”
Information and speculation about Thor had spread throughout the abyss. Besides Thor’s true identity and hidden trump cards, all the strong beings had thoroughly studied Thor’s displayed power.
The demon race master smith, being an expert in equipment, could sense some traces just by looking at Thor up close.
That weapon, so familiar to the abyss-Thunderclap Hammer!
It was in Thor’s hands!
“That’s why I say there should be basic trust between humans and demons. I’m telling the truth.”
Mike spread his hands, “I really am asking for a friend.”
The demon race master smith fell silent again, neither refusing nor agreeing.
“Let’s talk about my equipment first.”
Mike handed over a thick stack of papers filled with his equipment requirements to the demon race master smith.
“Oh my demon god-”
“This…”
The demon race master smith looked at Mike’s requirements and was momentarily speechless.
“What’s wrong? Is it too difficult?”
Mike was a bit worried.
His requirements weren’t excessive, just a bit more life-saving measures.
An SSS-tier armor specializing in survival seemed reasonable, right?
The demon race master smith coldly said,
“I can’t read.”
Mike: …
At that moment, Mike felt that calling her Fool wasn’t an understatement.
He handed her a “Preschool ABC Book.”
Although she couldn’t read human text, she was a ninth-tier Battle Lord with extraordinary learning ability and quickly learned human writing.
She soon discovered another problem.
The papers were densely packed with text, all seemingly different.
Upon closer inspection, she found one recurring theme-survival.
“How afraid of death are you?”
The demon race master smith said, “You humans have Apollo. What are you afraid of?”
Mike had a hard time explaining that he was actually afraid of Apollo!
“You’re right!”
Mike quickly added a note on the A4 paper,
“Preferably with soundproofing.” fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
In any case, Mike and Fool’s first meeting could only finalize the general details.
Once she designed the initial draft and provided a list of required materials, they could
proceed with the actual forging.
Before long, Teemo and his team returned from the Mushroom Forest.
“Report, Captain, we collected resources from two S-grade points.”
Teemo briefly reported their findings,
“Five S-grade materials, twelve A-grade materials, and three S-grade mushrooms….”
Among all the findings, the most valuable were the S-grade mushrooms.
[Potion Mushroom]: Drop a single drop of potion on the mushroom, and consuming the mushroom will double the potion’s effect. A maximum of three drops per day.
At first glance, this effect seemed rather ordinary.
It merely doubled the potion’s effect, nothing more.
Teemo added,
“[Potion Mushroom] can be planted, doubling in quantity daily. New [Potion Mushrooms] inherit the previous effects, and each [Potion Mushroom] can be replicated up to five times!”
“Interesting.”
Mike nodded slightly.
This way, the Potion Mushroom could stack many effects.
For recovery potions, three drops a day could turn the Potion Mushroom into a super healing
elixir!
One mushroom could fully restore health and status!
Of course, this required a long time investment.
A single drop of potion had limited effects, even with the best potions, it would take time to
enhance the quality of the [Potion Mushroom].
Similarly, dropping various offensive potions on the mushroom could give it immense
destructive power.
However, getting the enemy to eat the mushroom was another issue.
If you could force-feed the enemy, you wouldn’t need to waste a mushroom to kill them; just
kill them directly.
What Mike could think of, the master smith could too. She said,
“Creating a mushroom focused on defense and healing, and incorporating it into the armor
could be effective.”
“Is that possible?” Mike hadn’t thought mushrooms could be used as forging materials.
The master smith nodded slowly, “I’ve never tried, but theoretically, it’s possible.”
Mike’s eyes lit up,
“If we divide the armor into inner and outer layers, using beneficial mushrooms inside and offensive mushrooms outside, would that work?”
“Could we equip different areas with different mushrooms for various effects, potentially creating miraculous results in critical moments….”
Mike spoke enthusiastically, while the demon race master smith grew increasingly silent.
Demon race master smith: …
For some reason, she had a strange feeling.
Could this human potential Supreme Being be the reincarnation of the Supreme Demon God?