Reincarnated as an SSS-Ranked Blacksmith Who Refuses to Forge Weapons Chapter 24. The Arrival of Felix, The No-Life Reincarnator

Greg had one day of relative peace after Bork got there, but then the universe decided he hadn’t suffered enough. He was showing Bork how to cold-work tal, which doesn’t involve any hamring but a lot of filing, when soone burst into the workshop with the energy of a squirrel on caffeine.

"IS THIS THE FAMOUS WORKSHOP OF GREG GREYSON, THE SSS-RANK BLACKSMITH WHO MAKES HOUSEHOLD ITEMS THAT ARE WAY TOO STRONG?"

The young man who had just announced himself looked to be about eighteen. His ssy brown hair made it look like he had never t a comb he liked, and his clothes were clearly ant to be for adventurers but looked like he had just put them on that morning. He was so excited that his eyes were wide open and he was almost vibrating in place.

"Uh, yes?" Greg said with caution. "Who’s asking?"

"FELIX HUTCHER!" The young man struck a pose that could have been heroic if it hadn’t been so strange.

"I was reincarnated from a world with advanced technology. I used to be a high school student, but now I believe that I’ve been isekai’d into the best slice-of-life crafting ga ever made by the gods!"

Greg looked, and Bork also looked. Mira, who was rearranging a shelf that didn’t need it, even stopped to look.

Greg asked slowly, "Did you just say reincarnated?"

"YES!" Felix almost jumped forward. "I died after playing gas for 48 hours straight because my heart couldn’t take any more energy drinks and instant noodles."

"Three gods ca and offered a new life in a fantasy world, and boom! Here I am, baby!" He looked around the workshop with bright eyes.

"And when I heard about the blacksmith who makes famous frying pans and dancing vests, I KNEW you had to be a reincarnator!"

"Nobody in this world would make things with such obvious patch note energy that breaks the ga!"

Elwen looked confused and asked, "What is a reincarnator?"

Bork said, "I heard that a reincarnator is soone who died in one world and then ca back to life in another." He knew what he was talking about.

"Looks like this guy is lost." Greg tries to stay calm when Felix talks about reincarnation so directly.

"Co with , kid." Greg felt sothing cold settle in his stomach, and then he started to take him to a private place to talk about the reincarnation thing.

...

Both of them are now standing not too far away from the workshop, and Greg doesn’t even know where to start, but then he starts to facepalm. "Look, kid..."

"If you’re not from this world, you need to properly introduce yourself without saying you are reincarnated or sothing. So people couldn’t take that word easily, you know." Greg said with a serious face.

"Shit...! I was too excited and forgot what a protagonist should do. I’m sorry!"

"This ti, at least the visitor is different..." Greg felt a little relieved that Bork and this new guy nad Felix ca rather than any girl or woman who always ca to his workshop, that ans he isn’t a woman magnet.

He looked at the air where his system notifications usually showed up. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

He saw a blue screen with a text box on it.

[What the fuck do you want?]

"Whoa... Calm down there. Don’t just curse like that out of the blue."

Greg asked, "Anyway, what’s going on? Why is there another person who was reincarnated from a different world besides ?"

[The gods grant individuals from another world a second chance at life if they desire it. Right now, there are 247 reincarnators on this world.]

[Most of them were brought by different gods for fun. You are the only one who said no to your assigned role.

"How many of them know each other?"

[Most don’t. Felix has never t anyone like you before. Is this interaction sothing I should be worried about? ]

"Probably," Greg said quietly.

Felix asked, "Do you have a system too?"

"Don’t tell you have one." Greg looked at him back.

"Of course I have, but it’s not OP. I’m sad because I wanted to be an OP protagonist with an OP system!"

"Tell ," Greg says, but he doesn’t even know what he’s talking about.

"The ’Infinite Luck System’ said that my luck could always save , but I haven’t had any good luck yet."

Greg began to understand another truth about so reincarnators probably have their own system, and for now, it’s best to say he didn’t need to et the other. "For now..."

"Don’t say anything about our reincarnation or the system!"

"Just do what I say. Got it?"

"Yes!"

They went back to the workshop, and Greg saw that the others had also arrived. He turned around to look at Felix, who was now looking at his forge with the sa focus as soone looking at rare loot. "So you think my things make a reincarnator?"

"Of course! Just look at how well this is made!" Felix picked up a ladle that was close by, which was one of Greg’s earlier non-magical practice pieces. "The design philosophy screams modern minimalism mixed with fantasy aesthetics!"

"Also, the fact that you won’t make weapons? That’s classic pacifist run optimization!"

"You’re basically speed-running the peaceful route and breaking the ga’s balance with too many powerful support items!"

Greg said, "I don’t get what you’re saying, but I’m really not."

"Don’t be shy, Sensei!" Felix put the ladle down with respect. "I’ve only been in this world for three weeks, but I already know the ta."

"Sensei...?" Greg looked confused.

"That’s just another word for Master! I will call you Sensei from now on!"

"This is definitely an isekai with ga-like systems. Look, I even got a class!" He struck another pose. "I’m a Summoner! But so far, all I’ve been able to summon is mild concern from villagers."

Greg’s hand was clenched because he had not shared that information outside. "This son of a bitch..." he thought to himself.

Bork asked, "You died from playing too many gas? What is a ga?"

Greg was shocked when Bork asked that. In fact, it’s too late to deny that Felix was a reincarnator. But at least he can still avoid being called a reincarnator.

Felix said sothing. "People enjoy gaming, which essentially involves playing various types of gas. You know what gas are, right?"

"Ahh...! It’s like chess, right?" Lylia understands.

"Sort of! I’ve been gaming for forty-eight hours straight!" Felix said proudly, but then he seed to realize that wasn’t sothing to be proud of. "I an, uh, it was for a major raid. The first ti in the world."

"We were close, but my heart said ’nope,’ and that was that."

Elwen said softly, "That’s awful."

Felix shrugged and said, "Eh, it could have been worse. At least I got to co back to life in a fantasy world instead of just dying." He didn’t even notice that he said "dying."

"I have to say, the first village I spawned in was a lot less interesting than this one."

"No legendary blacksmiths, no cute girls running restaurants, no research mage who is clearly the smart type..." He stopped talking when he saw Seraphine, who had co out of her research corner.

"Wow, this really is a harem setup."

"It’s NOT a harem," Greg said with conviction.

"Master has four won who live in his workshop and clearly care about him," Elwen said in a matter-of-fact way.

"ELWEN!"

"I’m just being honest, Master."