“What do you mean you have thousands of Mithril Artifacts?! You mean to tell me you created all of those by yourself?!” Seberus asked ‘calmly’.
Michael, as usual, shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I made the first thousand or so. The others were made by my artisans.”
Seberus shook his head, as if he had just experienced whiplash.
“Your artisans? There are other people who can create Mithril aside from you?”
Seberus thought that Michael was the only one who could create Mithril Artifacts. After all, he was the only one who had the unique skills and knowledge to make it.
“Yeah,” Michael replied casually. “I taught some of my talented citizens how to make Mithril themselves. After all, I’m planning on selling artifacts in the future.
Unfortunately, their rate of production is still far too slow to be sold in bulk like the automobiles. But, we can probably sell some custom-made products if they order from us.”
The Tower Master didn’t know how to feel about this. Michael treated the precious, ancient, and powerful Mithril relic as if it were just another one of his innovative products.
Scholars and archeologists treated any piece of Mithril relic they found like a national treasure, even if it was broken beyond repair or just a small shard piece. Yet Michael had a complete abundance of it that he was willing to sell some of them as a product of his company.
Seberus could only imagine how they would feel once they knew what Michael was planning. They would surely vomit blood!
“Some of my artisans are here. Do you want to meet them and see how they make Mithril from scratch?” Michael asked.
The Tower Master could only laugh at the absurdity of the situation. A lot of greedy people would have treated Mithril as a secret to be kept even beyond the grave.
But Michael had no intention of keeping it for himself.
Instead, he wanted to work on making the Mithril Artifacts accessible to everyone, to where anyone could buy a magical weapon even if they were not magically talented.
He strived to create a world where everyone was given the chance to become the best they could be.
Many people would have asked Michael why he would want a world where everyone was special. After all, if everyone was special, then no one was.
But Seberus knew Michael well enough to know what his answer was going to be.
He just wanted others to be as comfortable as he was. Plain and simple.
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About an hour later, five Rebornians arrived on the steps of the Magic Tower, garnering a lot of curious looks from the wizards and mages inside.
There were two Ancient Dwarfs, a Smithing Mankey, a Metallurgical Satyr, and a Metalworker Troll.
These demi-humans were part of the ones Michael deemed to be talented enough to learn Mithril, known in the Nation of Reborn as the Mythical Mythril Men.
Whenever a Rebornian needed a Mithril Artifact or if they wanted to change their current artifacts, then they would have to request one of them to change it.
Michael met them on the first floor and guided them up to the top floor.
“Boss! This is a nice tower!”
“It feels good because it’s full of mana.”
“Why do humans have such little cores?”
Seberus couldn’t help but express his shock once he took a closer look at the demi-humans Michael brought.
It was common knowledge that demi-humans were a species that weren’t all that adept at magic. Compared to humans who bred talented individuals at a higher rate, demi-humans only had about a 1 in 1000 chance of producing an individual capable of magic.
Not only that, most, if not all demi-human species had no concept of talent awakening at all. This allowed humans to become the superior species when it came to magic, all because of the Talent Awakening that God gave them.
But somehow, these demi-humans showed signs of having immense aptitude in magic, even better than the ‘geniuses’ in this Magic Tower.
“They have mastery in all elements too?!” Seberus cried out.
Michael had to explain his Supreme Skill and how he was able to impart a fraction of his skills to his allies.
At this point, Seberus wanted to cut ties with the Guild of Arcana and simply become one of Michael’s allies for the chance to have the aptitude for all elements.
“You are seriously a cheat, you know that?”
Michael ignored the old man and asked his artisans to make five more Mithril wands from scratch. He wanted to give it to the Magic Tower, mostly because he wanted to repay them for helping him out. Without the Magic Library, Michael wouldn’t have been able to upgrade ChatJK3 to what it was now.
“Five wands coming up!” they replied.
They took out a fingernail-sized sample of Damascus Steel and began injecting them with mana.
Their faces scrunched up as they concentrated on their work. If they lose focus for even one second, then they could end up ruining the entire piece, turning the Damascus Steel into a messed up liquid that lost all its great properties.
They had to guide the mana into the gaps in the atoms of the Damascus Steel. If they put too little, it wouldn’t stick to the material. If they put too much, then it could overload the steel and end up having an explosive reaction.
“Just a quick question,” Michael whispered to Seberus while the Artisans worked. “Your room has protective spells right?”
Seberus glared at Michael. “Why? Is it gonna explode?”
Michael shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Maybe? What do you mean—”
BOOM!
Before he could even complain to Michael, one of the Ancient Dwarves ended up putting too much Fire mana into the Damascus Steel, leading to a fiery explosion.
Magic circles immediately appeared around the domed room, dissipating the explosive force before it could damage anything.
But Seberus wasn’t worried about his room. He was more worried about the dwarf who took that explosion head-on.
“Are you… okay…,” he asked, with his voice slowly faltering as he saw a prismatic shield surrounding each of the demi-humans, negating the effects of the explosion.
“Woah! You failed again? Hahaha, that’s the second time this week!” the Satyr teased the Dwarf.
“Urgh! It’s because I’m not used to this place,” the Dwarf said disappointingly, not even flinching at the explosion.
Seberus watched the demi-humans laugh and tease each other with levity, as if they were used to the explosion, as if they knew that they wouldn’t get hurt by it at all.
“Michael… that’s your Absolute Unity Defense… don’t tell me… they also have an impenetrable shield as a skill?!?!?!”