Capítulo 916: Chapter 895: Sacrifice and Gain
Deep inside the tomb.
The sound of forging, which should have echoed, was delayed for so ti.
Maximus and Hunter stayed here temporarily; they had been at the Tomb of the Gods for half a year, so what’s a bit more ti?
Besides, they wanted to see what kind of weapon the blacksmith, once working for the Prison Director, could forge in his last monts.
The blacksmith’s coffin,
had long turned into an anvil from years of continuous hamring.
Various weapons hung at the top of the tomb, all products he had forged during his lifeti, entirely ready for onsite slting as raw materials for forging.
Besides the blacksmith Zoltan,
The temporary apprentices were present to jointly complete the final forging process.
Luo Di had completely removed his shirt, revealing the perfect contours of his body, the curve of his spine, and the special tallic luster flowing over the surface of his left arm.
Alongside him was a black-skinned demon, its pitch-black spine exposed, with horns beautifully adorned in spiral patterns.
Her body seed very rigid, like a weapon.
gin,
as a longti Hell Weapon following Luo Di, was a pivotal contributor to the grand selection, hoping to continuously accompany her master in the battles ahead.
An insurmountable gap started forming slowly with Luo Di’s ascension to godhood.
She could clearly feel that even with a complete soul and maximizing the potential of her spine, she could hardly keep pace with Luo Di now.
Currently, she could only do two things:
1. If Luo Di didn’t mind, she could stay attached to his back, providing physical support and energy supply.
Although not much, it could still offer so utility.
Additionally, having been a second spine for so long, Luo Di’s body had completely morized this black spine, already considering it as “inner family.”
2. gin had been tagged as a weapon since birth and was the Overlord’s exclusive weapon, always stationed at the first factory in Nest City. Even though she was the one being forged, she inscribed the related craftsmanship in her mory.
gin was also very familiar with Luo Di’s fighting style, whether in direct combat or reversed combat.
Next, she would assist Zoltan in completing the forging, making more adaptability modifications to suit Luo Di better.
Yet, the current cooperation is sowhat inconvenient.
Zoltan couldn’t speak or communicate, surviving only on residual instincts to complete his last task.
Strangely, he hadn’t taken down any weapons he had forged in life nor slted any raw materials.
Firstly, there wasn’t enough ti to slt materials.
Secondly, these so-called burial items were useless ones. Unable to kill death row inmates, they naturally couldn’t touch the most dangerous red.
Zoltan spent his life without finding an answer, even getting tainted by the red in his pursuit, leading to his demise.
Yet, he didn’t give up nor did he reconcile.
Forging was the only skill he possessed, the task he had always been doing, steadfast that he could accomplish it.
Before him,
An encounter with a never-seen, unique forging material erged, possibly allowing him to complete the ultimate forging.
Zoltan’s instinct prompted him to stretch out his fingers, pointing at the so-called “material.”
It was indeed Luo Di’s [left arm],
This arm structure, obtained unexpectedly, resembled the foundational materials of the Central Prison and could construct channels and control the prison.
It also incorporated an internal Hell Factory, torture device creation, tal adaptation, among other characteristics.
Recognized by True Hell as the “Protheus’ Hand.”
Even the comic book shop owner no longer pursued the copyright issue of “Fish” because of this arm, instead betting on Luo Di.
Once such a crucial arm was used for forging, Luo Di would imdiately lose a substantial amount of ability, especially his privilege to freely shuttle through Central Prison.
Although he once experienced living with one arm, the convenience and completeness of two hands were equally important for killing death row inmates.
He needed to consider,
The blacksmith Zoltan before him, though elevated by the Prison Director, could work in Central Prison.
Was already deceased, in a very poor current state, likely to collapse at any ti during the forging process.
Also, would the final product be of any real use?
But Luo Di did not refuse; he had seen the red, knowing it resembled his earliest tis in Simulation Practice, urgently needing a fine weapon from the store, one that matched him.
gin was far from enough; this was perhaps the only chance.
“gin, what do you think?”
gin was stunned, “!? Master, this matter is of great importance, I cannot decide it. Your left arm is too special, I cannot bear the responsibility.”
“You don’t need to take any responsibility, just give a suggestion from your perspective on forging.”
“Master, I… can only say this is the most incredible, purest blacksmith I’ve seen. Upon stepping into the tomb, I recalled my childhood forging experiences.
He is formidable, and such pure individuals are extrely persistent. This is his lifelong wish; he’ll surely fulfill it.”
“Alright.”
Luo Di stepped forward, placing his left arm directly onto the anvil.
The sound of iron hitting began to spread.
It took much longer than expected: over a day, two days, three days…
Strangely,
Neither Hunter nor Maximus left, even as hunger struck them, because the occurring event was utterly awe-inspiring.
Luo Di remained firmly in place, enduring the hamring without sleep and without uttering a word, fully focused.
…
Ten days passed
Outside Zoltan’s tomb.
“Hunter, Teacher Ma, you should hurry to find sothing to eat.
Once sated, head to this coordinate to find , where the forr ninth prisoner may offer you so shelter or potential guidance.”
A self-made ragged cloak draped over his left shoulder, perfectly covering the empty space where his left arm had been.
Yet there were no visible weapons on Luo Di, as if deliberately concealing them, avoiding early exposure.
“Mhm, see you then.”
Hunger had long gripped Hunter and Maximus, steering them swiftly away to the nearest tomb.
Luo Di did not hurry to leave,
There were still days left until the scheduled clothing creation, and he wasn’t in haste. Facing Zoltan’s tomb, he knelt and bowed, pressing to the ground for a long duration.
Upon rising,
The single arm suddenly swung forward in a slashing motion.
Even though there was nothing in his hand,
Sothing abruptly appeared mid-swing, too fast to be discerned due to lighting conditions.
As the slash ended, his hand returned to emptiness.
Yet the space in front, having been cut through, tore open a unique black void, despite the strict spatial restrictions placed on the Tomb of the Gods, which even the cloth man couldn’t affect.
Walking into the slashed gap, Luo Di astonishingly returned before the thousand-ter tomb, back to the Skinless.
Days remained until the agreed ti.
Luo Di wasn’t in a rush; he needed to adapt to his new body.
He sat alone at the tomb’s deepest layer, resting with closed eyes.
The relentless forging days left him unrested, yet he couldn’t sleep; an excitent engraved in his soul and the satisfaction of desire kept him alert, nearly forgetting the most basic need to eat.
Due to the lost left arm,
His body’s center of gravity slightly skewed,
Though it posed no issue for the current Luo Di; a bit of reversed circulation could rectify balance, it reminded him of a past ti, his initial confinent in the Fifth Hospital.
Back then, the state of the severed arm was delicate, pivotal in his rapid growth…
In that mont,
A delicate arm grew out, holding a bowl of freshly ward instant rice, feeding Luo Di spoon by spoon during ditation.
After consuming three bowls, his appetite slightly slowed.
A faint smile erged at the neck and vanished afterward.
A maiden who always lingered within was not idle, capturing everything in illustrations, crafting a unique comic book collection for Luo Di.
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