Broken felt his hands still trembling from the intensity of the crafting process. The process to achieve this result required deep concentration and focus. He couldn't afford even the
smallest mistake, ensuring each step was carried out with utmost care. The result was a Unique-grade Hamr!
The hamr boasted surprisingly high attack power and conferred additional Dexterity to its user. It was truly extraordinary. Even though it might not have combat-specific skills, it could still be a formidable weapon in dire situations due to its significant attack damage.
The first skill was particularly insane, enhancing his crafting efficiency by an astounding 50%! This was a huge deal. Imagine completing crafting tasks much faster during ti-pressured competitions. The efficiency gain alone was worth its weight in gold.
The second skill was even more incredible. It increased the chance of creating higher-grade items, including Epic, Unique, and even Legendary grades. Though the chance of achieving a Legendary-grade item was slim, the hamr still opened up that possibility.
Could this an he might craft a Legendary-grade item even if the blueprint didn't specify it? This was sothing Broken needed to explore through experintation.
Now, he had his own Hamr-a personal tool to aid his future creations. As a blacksmith, it was only natural to have a personal hamr. Slowly but surely, he envisioned building his own workstation, a place where he could hone his craft and push his own limits.
On the stage, Titonor, Lanceshot, and the other blacksmiths hurried forward, their faces marked with surprise and curiosity. They crowded around the royal blacksmith, eager for a closer look at Broken's exceptional creation.
Lanceshot's voice bood with anger. "He should be disqualified!" he shouted, jabbing a finger in Broken's direction. "He finished after the ti limit!"
Another critic chid in, "Yeah, he just got lucky. He didn't deserve to win! He's too slow!"
Lanceshot insisted, "The five of us who've been standing here deserved the win instead of him!"
Hearing these accusations stirred doubt among the crowd about Broken's legitimacy to hold the top spot in the first round of the competition.
"Judge, please change the decision!" soone shouted. "Everyone agrees Broken doesn't deserve the win. He didn't finish on ti."
Lionell, the Knight Grand Cross, stepped in with a firm declaration. "No. He finished the job on ti. I'll put my na on the line for his worthiness."
His words silenced the crowd instantly. The respect people had for Lionell's word left no room for further argunts or doubts. Everyone knew that if Lionell vouched for soone, it was final.
With this decision, Titonor, who had been poised in fifth place, found himself disqualified and denied entry into the final round.
He fell to the ground with a loud thud, his face contorted with agony. "This can't be happening," he whispered, disbelief and shock evident in his voice. "How can soone so inexperienced beat ? I won't accept it!"
Morbit's voice echoed with excitent throughout the space. "Alright, everyone! After this thrilling round, we have carefully chosen five participants from each category who will be progressing to the next round in two days. Congratulations to Broken, who has shocked us all with the grade of his item. I hope he can maintain this level of luck and skill in the final round."
Max exclaid, "Keep your eyes peeled for more surprises and unforgettable monts. We can't wait for all of you to join us again and witness even more astounding feats!" "Until then, cheers!" added Morbit.
The royal blacksmith, still holding the Unique-grade Hamr that Broken had just crafted, started to walk away.
"Sir, could I please have the hamr back?" Broken implored.
The royal blacksmith stopped in his tracks and turned around, a serious expression on his face. "This hamr is a treasured piece-it deserves to be kept in royal hands," he declared.
Jasper, a royal blacksmith known for his expertise at Expert Rank Level 2, held great respect throughout the Dissidia Kingdom. He was chosen as a judge to evaluate talented blacksmiths who might earn the honor of working in the castle.
During the judging, he witnessed an extraordinary sight: an unknown blacksmith had crafted a Unique-grade hamr with a skill effect that significantly added the chance of producing Legendary-grade items.
He was captivated by the hamr, unable to simply set it down-as though it had a magnetic pull he couldn't resist. His desire to possess the hamr was overwhelming, but he knew deep down it wasn't his to take. The thought of letting it go filled him with a sense of failure. "The hamr belongs to . The rules clearly state that the crafted items remain the property of the blacksmiths who create them," Broken asserted.
"Listen, young man," Jasper said, his expression shifting to one of calculated interest. "You are a very talented blacksmith, and I want to learn more about you. Will you co with ?"
Without waiting for a response, Jasper turned and started to walk away, expecting Broken to follow.
From a distance, Lionell noticed the exchange, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
But before he could act, a Knight ran up to him and said, "Sir Lionell, Princess Alora is looking for you."
Lionell hesitated for a mont, evaluating the situation. He thought that nothing out of the ordinary would happen, so he decided to return to Princess Alora.
anwhile, Jasper led Broken into a secluded room where five other royal blacksmiths were gathered. Their eyes lit up when they saw Broken.
"Look! He's the one who crafted the Unique-grade item. He's incredibly talented," one of
them said.
The blacksmiths encircled Broken, their curiosity palpable.
"Give back the hamr," Broken demanded.
"Listen," Jasper said soothingly. "You have the potential to gain great honor by contributing to the kingdom, and for that..."
"No!" Broken interrupted, his voice resolute. "Give back the hamr."
Jasper's deanor shifted, his voice echoing through the room. "I am a royal blacksmith, and I hold power here. I'm certain you still wish to proceed to the next round, correct?" Broken's voice trembled with anger as he spoke loudly, "The rules of the first round state that all crafted objects are rightfully owned by their creators. I worked tirelessly to make this
hamr with my own hands, and it belongs to !"
One of the blacksmiths turned to Jasper. "Do you really want that hamr, Jasper?"
Jasper responded with a casual air, "This hamr is extrely valuable. It holds the potential to create Legendary items, sothing every blacksmith covets. I'm sure after reading the details of its skills, you'll want to craft sothing with it too."
"Yeah," another blacksmith agreed. "I'm certain this hamr would be more useful in the hands of us royal blacksmiths."
"Hey, just let us use the hamr," one of them suggested. "We'll return it to you later."
"We're only borrowing it. You won't lose the hamr," another assured him.
The six blacksmiths encircled Broken, trapping him from all sides.
Broken took a slow, asured breath as he assessed the situation. "Please don't force to
fight," he said resolutely.
He didn't want to cause any trouble in the kingdom, but they were trying to rob him. The hamr was a Unique-grade item, exceptionally valuable, and he couldn't let it go without a
fight.
"Listen, young man," Jasper continued, his tone softening, "We will compensate you generously for this hamr. We don't want to take it from you unfairly. And don't be disheartened—you can always create another hamr with your talents. We will provide you
with the resources you need."
The six blacksmiths simultaneously prepared their hamrs as if to ready themselves for a
confrontation.
"You sure you want to fight us?" one blacksmith taunted. "Our levels are high, and there are six of us. You're just a blacksmith with no combat ability."
Broken declared. "Don't underestimate just because I appear to be nothing more than a
blacksmith."
"So, what else? Do you think you can fight us using a sword and slice us like the players do to monsters? Hahaha," one of the blacksmiths taunted.
"We've tried to be patient by offering you a fair reward, but you're wasting our generosity,"
another added.
"Don't bla us if sothing happens to you and the hamr becos ours."
Jasper stepped forward, adding his voice to the threats. "Broken, opposing us is not a wise
decision. You still have a chance to participate in the second round, and you wouldn't act so foolishly as to throw away all those opportunities, would you?"
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(Author's Note: I published 10 new privilege chapters today. But no worries, I'll also publish 2 new chapters for everyone. I love the story and I love my readers too.)
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