Chapter 24
Chapter 24
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 24
Chapter Title: Dwarven Weapon Reinforcement
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[Sale Item: Weapon Reinforcement]
ㄴ What's this?
ㄴ Isn't it just reforging?
ㄴ Looks fun, should I go for it?
ㄴ Does the switch I got beaten with as a kid count?
ㄴ Poster) Yeah, it works. Anything that functions as a weapon.
The dwarves had brought out some intriguing sale items.
It was essentially selling their skills.
You hand over a weapon first, they take payment, and reinforce it for you.
Title: Weapon Reinforcement Guide
Reinforcement is the dwarves' new technique.
Not just sharpening or repairing—think of it as upgrading the weapon's entire grade.
Weapon reinforcement goes up to a max of 7 times so far, based on completely unrefined weapons.
In short, up to +7 reinforcement.
But the problem was the price.
Poster) Starts at 300 mana rice balls.
A bit—no, pretty damn expensive.
300 mana rice balls was enough to flex decently at the market.
Equivalent to a whopping 300,000 won on Earth.
- Ugh, but the price...
- Rust adds poison damage, so it's even better...
- That's right! Use as sword till it rusts, then as a blunt weapon! No problem!
Poster) First customer free event.
ㄴ Me!
ㄴ Me me me me!
ㄴ Teacher, I've always believed dwarven craftsmanship is the world's best, and based on that...
But free is free, lol.
- Dwarves starved a ton during the Great War too.
- Can't be helped.
- Otherwise they wouldn't step up to sell weapons like this.
They'd compromised a little with reality.
After drawing all the gallery's attention, they took one galler's weapon.
- Iron sword I've used since becoming a knight.
ㄴ Haven't had time to repair it since the war broke out, been putting it off—can you handle something like this?
ㄴ Poster) Of course, nothing's impossible.
About 10 minutes passed.
Poster) All done. Take it.
[Trade completed.]
[Rusted iron sword successfully reinforced to Iron Sword +1!]
Buyer) Ooooh?
The result went back to the galler who'd entrusted the weapon.
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Title: Dwarven Weapon Reinforcement Review
Won the event, fucking thrilled.
Figured nothing to lose, handed it over—what the hell?
(Rusted iron sword pic)
(Sharpened post-reinforcement iron sword pic)
At first thought they'd swapped it for another weapon.
Then I saw my clumsily engraved name on the scabbard—yep, that's my iron sword.
But it's not just looks—the performance is insane.
(Goblin turning into late goblin gif)
What the fuck.
Those tough goblin assholes must've eaten super fruits or something, but it slices clean through;
Even took a shot at an orc chief I've always chickened out on.
(Orc turning into oh-wah-crk gif)
Orc? Fuck off.
First time in my life with forging like this, fr.
Don't get scammed at the local blacksmith—go to dwarves, for real.
Do it twice, no three times.
.
.
Still can't believe it, fucking thanks man.
Seriously pissing me off how grateful I am;
Wanna hug dwarves and Judak tight, fucking love you guys fr.
Dwarves got beards so it'd hurt—peck Judak instead lolololol
- Judak☆) No no no;
ㄴ Dwarf weaponsmith) No no no;
ㄴ Both hate it lololol
ㄴ Get in line, we're first meow
- Whoa, the weapon's just... transformed?
- I'd believe it if they said they swapped in a new one;;
- Falling out with dwarves would hurt bad.
- Lololol it's dwarven weapons, look garbage anyway—why waste money? Lololol
ㄴ Fr lol Judak's senses are dead too~ cut back on market spam for 10 hours
ㄴ ?
ㄴ Hmm, their chat's weird?
ㄴ Say World Tree bastard
ㄴ .
ㄴ Can't? Say Elrad bastard too
ㄴ ...bastard
ㄴ Lol can't, elf cunts? Can't buy cuz dwarves won't sell to you, pissed off? Lololol
ㄴ humandwarf bastards whatdidwedo sowrong notsellweaponsorarmor neverhelpus evenwhendifficulteveningreatwarhadourownissues ignoredandattacked ussowedeclaredwar blameelvesagain
ㄴ Oof hit the spot
ㄴ Elf cunts perish miserably lolololololololol
“Yeah. They can't buy dwarven weapons, right?”
Elves had great combat sense.
Flexibility aside, their split-second decisions were near-optimal.
But their gear sucked.
No forging tech at all.
And dwarves sell to them? Not even close.
“During the Great War, elves allied with one of dwarfkind's races—says it all.”
Elves were the only race that racked up more karma than humans in the Great War.
Even with the gallery active, missing out here—karma?
- Brothers in Judak, entrust your weapon to me.
- No, to me. I'll make it a real beauty!
- I'm a third-generation weaponsmith. Obviously me.
Conversely, I got flooded with reinforcement requests.
Maybe cuz I'm the only steady booze supplier, then and now.
“Reason they almost overran Killgrot Kingdom—wasn't it cuz they were busy brewing?”
Dwarves got hit with beast invasions during the Great War.
Yet they kept the breweries running till the absolute end.
I just supplied booze, but they saw it different.
- Judak☆: Fine by me, don't use weapons anyway.
Separate from that, I'm not interested in weapon reinforcement.
No need, no plans to use one.
I refused, but shrewd dwarves wouldn't let it slide.
They repay debts, no exceptions.
No one tolerated otherwise.
Not even me.
- Who are you to block my repayment?
- How dare you, hand over a weapon now!
- Mocking me?
- Can you handle my shit?
ㄴ Fuck why should Judak handle that
“No, I use guns anyway, don't need it.”
They'd flip the gallery if I didn't.
Rummaging warehouse for anything, I remembered late.
“Oh right, I have a weapon.”
Wooong.
The lamp—er, old holy sword. Adrian's famed blade.
“This should do.”
Reached for the holy sword to send it.
Guguk.
“What?”
Won't budge.
Felt weirdly heavy, like resisting.
“Eeeeek...”
Pushed till my face burned red, but it mocked me, immovable.
Wooongpuhak
“Feels dirty somehow? You understand speech or what?”
Realized force wouldn't work, switched tactics.
“Scared?”
Woooong.
Holy sword lightened up.
I sent it to the dwarf, got bold claims back.
- I'll make this sword shine brighter!
Exactly 1 hour later.
- (Destroyed forge tools pic)
- (Holy sword standing proud in the center pic)
- Take it... back...
- Judak☆: Uh;
Every tool in the dwarf forge for weapon work—shattered.
Woooong.
Holy sword returned unscratched, proud as ever.
I'd accidentally trashed their shop.
Glared at the sword resuming lamp duty—felt full of confidence somehow.
*
“Cheers!”
““Cheers!””
Clink. Party in the dwarf kingdom forge.
Huge profits rolled in.
“Kuh! This is life!”
“Never thought I'd touch cash like this...”
“Judak—he a god?!”
Dwarven forging—best in the world!
But poor access to dwarf kingdom, plus tempers, meant low revenue.
Post-Great War land blockade? Zilch.
Not anymore.
Gallery handled all routes.
“Only 5% commission?!”
“Even supplied all our booze...”
Precisely, thanks to Judak running the gallery.
From booze to business—top partner and benefactor.
Judak rooted deep in dwarf life.
“Shouldn't we give Judak a key Killgrot post?”
“Liquor chief overseer sounds good.”
“Nominate him one of the three dwarf saints?”
Booze loosens tongues.
Stuff they'd blush at sober spills out.
“I'd take Judak as a half-elf cutie archmage like the rumors!”
Face might be ugly!
Half-elf of all things!
But achievements are grand, right?
“Hahaha!”
Good vibes for now.
Dwarves threw a massive party after ages, arm-in-arm boozing.
That's when the odd forging request hit.
“New forging job!”
“Ho, nice weapon?”
“Human-made junk anyway.”
Dwarves eyed it for the value.
Million mana rice balls fee!
Enough to buy nearly every liquor on Judak Market!
“Who's taking it?”
“Me.”
Sober, they'd suspect the sender with that sum—but boozed up? Nah.
One dwarf stepped up boldly, fired up the forge.
“Haha, piece of cake!”
Dwarf laughed hearty, swung hammer.
Crashclangshatter!!!
One hit—consigned sword to pieces.
“...”
“Hmm...”
“Uh.”
Mood iced instantly.
But momentary—dwarf tossed hammer, chugged beer laughing.
“What a shame!”
“That's how it goes hahaha!”
Didn't they note it?
Caution* Weapon might break.
Dwarves shrugged it off, returned shards to sender.
“Y-Your Grace! Disaster!”
“What? Why so frantic?”
“The ducal heirloom sword! Shattered to bits on return!”
“W-what!!!?”
Sender was none other than Isaac Duke of Adrian Empire.
Duke bolted up, face beet red.
What sword did he entrust?
The founding duke's family heirloom.
That mighty blade—in mirror shards?
“Y-your Grace?”
After shuddering silent, Isaac whispered.
“...War.”
“Pardon? What...”
“War! I declare war on the dwarves aaagh!”
“N-no! Calm down please!”
War with dwarves? Headache supreme.
Man restrained him desperately.
“I-it's a misunderstanding! I-I'll ask the gallery!”
Believing it a mix-up, the subordinate posted frantically.
Duke seemed ready to wage war otherwise.
Title: Asking the Dwarves
(Broken ducal heirloom pic)
Why return a consigned request like this?
Better explain straight.
‘Pleasepleaseplease say it was a mistake...’
Man sweated cold, asked why.
ㄴ Lol someone threaten with a knife?
ㄴ In哈哈哈 happens haha哈哈哈
“War. Definitely war.”
Shit hit the fan.