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chapter 40
Ding—
[Experience has increased by 8,800.]
After Trigger died, experience was gained again.
-Wow.
-He really won this;
-As expected of a hired killer, damn.
-Did you see Trigger smiling at the end?
-What else could he do but smile?
-For real LOL
[Sword King has donated 50,000 won.]
[Just a Swordmaster;]
[ㅇㅇ has donated 100,000 won.]
[Crazy lunatic wannabes cut.]
Viewers poured in donations after the rapid battle.
‘Looks like he put in a lot of effort.’
Hanbit nodded in satisfaction as he examined the dagger in his hand.
After putting it into his inventory, he turned toward the last enemy.
But—
“Hah!”
“Yaa!”
For some reason, the battle situation was going well.
“Ugh!”
A woman exchanging blows while stepping around.
The problem was Kim Jaeha’s overwhelming strength, endurance, and persistence.
Kaboom—!
He tanked the attack with his body and brought the massive hammer down.
Crackle—!
Electricity burst out as the ground vibrated.
It wasn’t just a dull attack—she was forced to focus on evasion.
-Hammer master, damn.
-Info) That’s a 4th-rank skill.
-Solid.
-Roper’s fighting better than expected too. LOL
Whoosh—!
Kim Jaeha was impressive, but Yeonwoo was unexpected as well.
He seemed to understand the combat flow better than anticipated.
Of course, the skill gap was still too large to land a decisive blow.
Thwang—
Hanbit drew a bow and pulled the string.
The three were so focused on their exchanges that none of them noticed.
Kaboom—!
At that moment, Kim Jaeha slammed his hammer into the ground again.
At the same time, Yeonwoo’s sword slashed through.
“Ugh!”
Forced to dodge both attacks, the woman leapt backward.
In that instant—
Ping—!
An arrow flew at high speed.
It struck her squarely between the eyebrows.
Thud—!
Her eyes widened at the unexpected attack.
The arrow pierced a vital point, resulting in an instant-kill judgment.
Shhk—
Her form vanished without even a death cry.
Unfortunately, no weapon drops were visible.
Ding—
[Experience has increased by 5,100.]
[Title: Neighborhood Watch added to the list.]
[Achievement: Cry of the Murderer achieved.]
-He got that title;
-PK counter-gank. LOL
-The bow ending was great.
-Couldn’t he solo everything with just a bow?
-Sylph is crying.
-Wind is the best.
-Seriously, how can you resist shooting wind-blades with a sword?
“Hyung! We won!”
Yeonwoo ran over with a bright face.
Kim Jaeha followed behind, hammer slung over his shoulder.
“Thank you for your help. It ended cleanly thanks to you.”
“N-no, not at all. I just swung the hammer.”
As Hanbit thanked him, Kim Jaeha waved his hands.
But Kim Jaeha’s ability had already been firmly reevaluated in Hanbit’s mind.
Hanbit turned his gaze to the title list.
[Neighborhood Watch]
When facing habitual PK players, all stats +10%
‘That’s really good.’
He was pleasantly surprised by its better-than-expected effect.
Habitual PK players could be identified by the red bars.
“Why is it so quiet? Aren’t the dead guys coming back?”
Hanbit voiced the question that came to mind.
Yeonwoo shook his head and answered,
“Habitual PK players go to prison after they die. They won’t be coming out for at least a few days.”
“There’s something like that?”
“It’s like penalties for repeat offenders.”
Even with a game system, the penalties felt strangely realistic.
As if the game was trying its hardest to discourage PK.
“Ah, but what if the Nesto guild moves? They probably have vanguard-level scouts.”
Yeonwoo voiced a sudden concern.
Kim Jaeha answered instead.
“That’s fine. The Nesto guild is individualistic—there’s almost no sense of camaraderie.”
“Really?”
“Yes. I heard even mercenary commissions are taken individually. They just form small teams like this.”
Hanbit nodded at the explanation.
Even if they came back, the result would be the same.
By the time they were released, his growth would be far ahead anyway.
“Ugh… how did you even lift this?”
Squatting down, Yeonwoo struggled with the greatsword stuck in the ground.
-But seriously, how did he lift it?
-Did the wind spirit help?
-Just GOAT.
-You again….
With opinions forming on their own, Hanbit didn’t bother answering.
He looked at the scattered fragments of the broken sword.
‘…Weapon first.’
He had no attachment to the cheap sword he’d been using.
Between the PK incident and the future, he needed a proper weapon.
“If you need a weapon, how about going to a forge I know?”
Kim Jaeha offered casually after observing the situation.
Hadn’t he said he was a blacksmith here?
“You won’t craft it yourself?”
“The materials I have all belong to the company…… I think it’s better to leave it to a far superior blacksmith. He’s an NPC, but I can guarantee his skill. I’m confident he’s the best in Edlen.”
He explained that the man was his master in metallurgy.
With that level of confidence, it was worth listening.
“What forge is it?”
“It’s called Dewdrop Forge.”
“Dewdrop Forge?”
Hanbit was slightly surprised at the name.
Thud—
Opening his inventory, Hanbit pulled out a rolled parchment.
“Huh? Isn’t that the one you got from Artsvel?”
Yeonwoo recalled as he stood up.
It was the forge referral he’d received after helping Artsvel’s mother.
And that place was Dewdrop Forge.
“What a coincidence… that’s interesting.”
Kim Jaeha looked surprised as well.
It wasn’t really a coincidence.
The owner of Dewdrop Forge was the most skilled craftsman in Edlen.
Artsvel simply knew that fact.
Shhk—
After storing the greatsword in his inventory, Hanbit turned around.
“Let’s move.”
***
The three headed toward the outskirts of the city.
As they entered a wide street, the air changed noticeably.
Clang—! Clang—!
The artisan district, known as Blacksmith Street.
True to its name, the sound of hammering metal rang out from the entrance.
“Every time I come here, it feels kind of… gloomy.”
“If the uncles hear that, they’ll cry.”
“…That kind of hits close to home.”
-ㅠㅠ
-So Jaeha-hyung is an uncle.
-Don’t say that to uncles…….
Many craftsmen worked on this street.
Burly builds and thug-like faces.
Despite their intimidating appearances, many were surprisingly soft-hearted.
“This way.”
Following Kim Jaeha, they moved deeper into the street.
As they approached the end, Hanbit was lost in old memories.
‘It’s exactly the same.’
He’d been on good terms with many blacksmiths.
Between Artsvel’s general store orders and combat needs, there was always work.
Among them, the craftsman he visited most often was the one at Dewdrop Forge.
“Here it is.”
At the very end of the street.
They stood before a signboard so clean it gleamed.
Yeonwoo, staring at it, asked,
“Is this a new shop?”
“No, it’s been here over twenty years.”
-Amazing maintenance.
-Weak vibes;
-Real men would smash the sign and still run the shop.
-LOL, must have a pretty-boy face.
Viewers began making strange guesses at the un-blacksmith-like exterior.
As if watching the chat, Kim Jaeha smiled.
“You can look forward to the face.”
There was a hint of bitter memory in his tone.
The reason became clear soon enough.
“Let’s go in.”
He led the way and opened the forge door.
Drip— drip—
Past the entrance, the sound of dripping water echoed.
Inside was spotless, with no one in sight.
Thud—
Then vibrations echoed from the stairs leading down.
Moments later, the forge’s owner appeared.
“Who is it?”
“…Huh?”
Yeonwoo froze in place upon meeting his gaze.
A massive scar ran across the man’s fearsome face.
His towering two-meter frame and muscles made him look like a monstrous bear.
-Why is there a bear here?
-Please don’t hit us, sir.
-Ultimate tough exterior, soft interior.
-I might cry if I saw him in real life.
-I went there once and got kicked out in three seconds.
[Manly Man has donated 5,000 won.]
[I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.]
The viewers’ mocking speculation collapsed instantly.
Some had clearly been here before.
Naturally, they’d been chased out.
“Did you bring them?”
The owner’s gaze settled on Kim Jaeha.
Accustomed to his master’s intimidating look, Kim Jaeha nodded.
“Yes, I did. But it seems I didn’t need to introduce my master.”
“What do you mean?”
The owner narrowed his brows slightly.
Seeing this, Hanbit stepped forward, holding the referral.
“I was referred by Artsvel.”
“Artsvel?”
The owner snatched the parchment roughly.
After reading it, he averted his gaze and said,
“Since it’s her request, I’ll sell you goods. What do you need?”
“Rather than buying, I’d like to commission a custom piece.”
“Commission?”
At the immediate point, the owner’s eyebrows twitched.
His expression quickly turned grim.
“What nonsense. Commissioning isn’t for just anyone. If you’re not buying, get out.”
He turned his back, rejecting him outright.
At the predictable reaction, Hanbit pulled a white gem from his pocket.
It was the spirit stone obtained from the challenge dungeon.
“With this?”
“Whatever material a greenhorn shoves in doesn’t change—”
The owner snapped irritably, then glanced over.
His reaction changed instantly.
“…Is that a spirit stone?”
Recognizing it, interest sparked in his eyes.
Stepping closer, he bent down to examine it.
“So?”
“Don’t get arrogant. A spirit stone is rare, but an empty shell alone—”
Mid-sentence, the owner’s face froze.
His eyes widened to a serious degree.
“Th-this is…!”
The owner stared into the white gem.
Inside it, a faint green light churned.
It was the power directly infused by the wind spirit.
Realizing its nature, the owner’s eyes bulged as he raised his voice.
“Please, let me make a weapon with this!”
