Reborn with Infinity Money System, I was Worshipped by All Universes! Chapter84-I'm a Master Blacksmith, and You Want Me to Forge

Velen, after hearing Ethan's words, casually pulled out more than ten copies of the Forging Mastery Compendium and said slowly,

"Since Senator Ethan thinks he's too old, these things are probably useless to you.

"I might as well burn them."

As he spoke, Velen retrieved an Lv9 Furnace from his storage bag and tossed it into the flas.

Ethan, who had been resigned and indifferent, suddenly had his pupils contract sharply.

He had suspected it—but now he was certain.

Velen really had it!

Even though it was just a fleeting glance, Ethan could feel the profound aura radiating from the books.

These were absolutely Upper Plane Universe's Forging Mastery Compendiums!

And judging by Velen's attitude, he clearly had a lot of them.

The man was holding over ten copies—just to burn them!

Ethan's eyes turned red instantly.

For a blacksmith, this was a priceless treasure!

Even in Singularity Battlefield, such knowledge was extrely rare.

Ethan had spent years in Singularity Battlefield and had only seen traces of such books, never obtaining one.

But now, Velen was literally throwing them into the flas!

Just as Ethan's emotions churned violently, Velen casually pulled out several hundred more copies and tossed them into the furnace.

"Senator Ethan, do a favor.

"Even with an Lv9 Furnace, burning all of these books one by one will take too long.

"I still have over 9,000 left—help burn them so it goes faster."

Watching as more and more Forging Mastery Compendiums were devoured by the fire, Ethan felt as if he himself had been thrown into the furnace.

"Velen, I think… I can still be saved!"

"My old dreams… are rekindled!"

Ethan hurriedly stepped forward, blocking Velen from throwing more books into the flas.

If he could absorb all of these…

His forging skills would skyrocket!

With enough materials, he could easily forge an Lv9 Furnace himself!

He might even beco Titan Galaxy's greatest blacksmith!

The fire that had been extinguished by Velen's wealth…

…was reignited by Velen's absurd wastefulness!

However, Velen shook his head and sighed.

"Forget it, Senator Ethan.

"You were right before—you're old.

"You should just enjoy retirent.

"Forging should be left to the younger generation."

Ethan nearly slapped himself.

He imdiately straightened his posture and said urgently,

"Velen, I was just joking earlier!

"How could a few hundred years make old?

"This is the pri of my career!"

Seeing this, Velen nodded.

"Alright, then.

"If you really believe in yourself,

"Once you absorb these compendiums, you'll beco one of the best blacksmiths—capable of forging artifacts with true sentience."

"So in the future, you can be responsible for all of Fortress's daily necessities—brooms, shovels, plates, and chopsticks—all forged with sentience!"

Ethan, who had been elated just monts before, suddenly froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.

"Sentience…"

Only the most legendary artifacts gained sentience.

A sentient artifact was the pinnacle of craftsmanship, the defining achievent of the greatest blacksmiths.

Throughout the galaxies, the most famous blacksmiths all owed their reputations to creating sentient artifacts.

Once an item gained sentience, it didn't just beco stronger—it beca a legend.

This was the lifelong dream of every blacksmith!

But Velen…

…wanted him to forge sentient brooms and kitchen utensils?!

If he really did this, it would be the ultimate humiliation.

How could a blacksmith of his status waste his talent on household items?!

"Velen, these kinds of things… you can just let so random apprentice forge them.

"They're not important…"

Ethan tried to refuse.

But before he could even finish his sentence, Velen cut him off seriously.

"These are Fortress's essential daily tools—they're very important.

"If you don't want to do it, that's fine—I won't force you."

Saying this, Velen threw dozens more Forging Mastery Compendiums into the Lv9 Furnace.

FWOOOOSH!

The flas roared higher.

Dozens of priceless books… turned to ash.

Ethan's eyes went bloodshot, his heart ached, and just as Velen prepared to toss in another hundred copies,

Ethan couldn't take it anymore.

"Alright, alright, Velen—I'LL DO IT!"

After shouting in frustration, Ethan deflated like a balloon, staring at Velen with resentnt, like a bullied child.

Velen, feeling a shiver down his spine, quickly handed him the rest of the Forging Mastery Compendiums.

"Hurry up and absorb these.

"You're making it look like I'm bullying an old man."

Half an hour later.

Ethan, having absorbed all the books, felt an entirely new sensation.

It was as if the very fabric of reality moved with his thoughts.

His ntal power had skyrocketed.

His perception of his surroundings had changed.

When he opened his eyes, they held a newfound depth and confidence.

But then he turned to Velen, frowning slightly.

"Velen… I need to warn you.

"Forging sentient artifacts is extrely difficult.

"Now that my skills have improved, I can attempt it—but it will bring forth a disaster."

"A disaster?"

This was the first ti Velen had heard of such a thing.

Clearly, it was no trivial matter if Ethan was bringing it up so seriously.

But then Velen thought about the one-eyed red-haired warrior, about The Guardians backing him—

And he stopped worrying.

"Don't worry.

"Just forge.

"Disasters will be handled."

Ethan's face darkened.

"Velen, you're underestimating this.

"Disasters don't work that way.

"If anyone interferes, the calamity only worsens.

"Even now, with my new abilities, I have no confidence in resisting it."

Seeing Ethan's growing concern, Velen just smiled.

"What if the one-eyed red-haired lunatic intervenes?

"Do you think he could handle it?"

Ethan's pupils shrank instantly.

He had never fought the red-haired warrior—

But the terrifying aura alone had burned itself into his mory.

That man wasn't just strong—

He was a nace, even in the Upper Plane Universe.

If he was on their side…

Ethan realized—

He had no more excuses.

No matter how he tried to avoid it—

Velen had forced him onto this path.

He, a master blacksmith capable of forging sentient artifacts,

Was now…

Destined to create self-aware kitchenware.

If word got out, he would beco a laughingstock!

Ethan wanted to cry.

He didn't even know if his newfound abilities were a blessing or a curse anymore.

With a deep sigh, he gazed at Velen, his expression unreadable.

Six days remained before they reached Triad Sanctum.

And Ethan…

Was sure Velen would bring even more surprises.

After just one day together, his entire worldview had already been shattered.

What else could possibly be in store?

After a simple breakfast at a hotel,

Ethan resud flying toward Triad Sanctum with Velen.

But after a few hours,

Velen suddenly looked toward a peculiar resource planet ahead—

A planet teeming with spellbeasts.

His eyes glead, and he imdiately called out—

"Senator Ethan, wait a mont!"