Architecture's Hidden Offensive Power

"Architecture... it's not just about crafting production facilities. It'll really shine once I get a base or territory later."

- That's true in a nutshell. Powerful magic weaponry can take down massive monsters or sweep away hordes of small fry.

The next skill Vulcan checked was Legendary Architecture. In short, it was a skill for creating things that weren't equipment. It included detailed sub-skills like 'foundation laying' since base work was necessary, but what really caught his eye were the massive structures like statues or siege weapons.

Among them were statues that granted buffs just by approaching, so Vulcan initially pictured defensive and supportive builds for when he eventually got a stronghold.

But what Tud suggested were far more aggressive options. It was possible to craft siege engines, defensive artillery, or even dungeon guardians and traps.

If he raised this skill's rank high enough, couldn't he build an impregnable fortress rivaling a dungeon—or even a dragon's lair?

It wouldn't end at just constructing buildings; later skills expanded its utility dramatically.

"There are heterorace crafting methods here too?"

- Item power includes potion power too. Goblins, gnomes, and elves make some pretty special potions.

Besides the potions Vulcan knew, the Legendary Alchemy skill allowed creation of special ones with all sorts of effects. Beyond recovery or buffs, there were aggressive uses and even ones that affected objects rather than people, enabling collaborations to enhance or craft other items.

But the real shocker was Legendary Magic Enchantment.

"Does that mean I can use magic too?"

Dragons were called the lords of magic. It was common knowledge they knew and could wield every spell in existence—but Vulcan hadn't expected his own incarnation to share that power.

- As if. There's no way a puny human like you could wield dragon magic.

Vulcan bristled slightly at Tud's bored stare, as if he'd spouted nonsense. Countless spells were floating before his eyes in the info window.

"But right here, clearly..."

- Casting magic and enchanting it are totally different. With a perfect magic circle, runes, and enough catalysts, even non-mages can enchant. So wake up and smell reality.

"Urgh."

Vulcan deflated, his faint hope crushed by Tud's follow-up. Enchantment was possible, but direct casting wasn't. Even a glance showed high-tier spells no current user could cast.

Of course, as a pure producer class, freely wielding such magic didn't make sense. But wasn't this a Legendary class? He figured there might be a requirement to master the spell first for enchanting—still, it left him unsatisfied.

"Wait, then items enchanted with these spells—I can use those, right?"

A hopeful spark hit him. He couldn't cast directly, but what about magic embedded in items? High-tier spells as options would demand top gear, but Item Master could handle equip restrictions.

- Sure, that's possible. But not right now. Engraving precise magic circles demands serious crafting finesse. Don't even try till your smithing hits a decent rank. You'll just waste effort and gold.

Tud crushed his enthusiasm from the start. Couldn't he throw him a bone for once? Vulcan's lips puffed out in a pout.

- So practice with scrolls for now. Get greedy, and they'll explode, leaving you in pieces.

"Urgh. Inscription materials are pricey."

Tud's suggested practice: scroll-making, like the flame resistance scroll Vulcan had used. It required mana-treated parchment, magic ink, and catalysts depending on type—each attempt meant hefty costs.

Failure exploded the scroll, dealing damage and vaporizing materials. That's why enchanters were dubbed money pits. High ranks earned big bucks, but getting there meant endless deaths and astronomical investments.

Plus, each try drained more mana than casting the spell itself, stunting other stats. Leveling relied on self-made scrolls, so without vast wealth or guild backing, it was a nightmare class.

Hence, alongside blacksmithing, it topped Gloria Saga's worst professions list.

Money, money, money. It all circled back to cash.

- Tsk! To think my chosen incarnation's a broke-ass. What a tragedy.

"Hey, that's why you should've let me grab more from the treasure warehouse!"

Vulcan's lips puffed again at Tud's jab, but he held his tongue—lest he get tail-whacked.

- Fine. I'll teach you a cheaper, easier practice method.

"Why didn't you say so sooner! What's the trick?"

His eyes sparkled at the hopeful words. Not free, but affordable enchantment practice? He'd shelved proficiency grinding since scrolls wouldn't ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rank up fast—but this piqued his interest. If legit, he could sell the info to big guilds hoarding enchanters.

- A method to practice alchemy too.

"Ooooh!!!"

- First, one promise.

"Promise? You got it. Anything!"

Tud eyed his hyped-up host suspiciously before dangling the bait. Vulcan had no reason to refuse—nothing harmful from him.

- Ahem. Practice ingredients? Chocolate's best.

"...Huh? What?"

- Idiot. Use cooking. Mana-infused ingredients in dishes let you practice alchemy via mixing, and embed magic circles for enchantment practice too, right?

"Eh?"

Cooking for dual alchemy and enchantment practice? Vulcan blinked blankly—it was so out-of-left-field.

But not absurd. Food items existed that granted minor buffs via consumption. Most filled satiety or boosted stamina recovery, but high-end ones aided HP/mana regen or buffs using special ingredients.

'That tracks.'

Those special foods owed their effects to alchemy-like mixing. Potions and food both got eaten—why distinguish? Few users thought that way since cooking buffs were weak and limited.

Plus, drawing magic circles on top? As decoration? Weird, but feasible. Precision mattered, so easy to botch—but stabilize the form, and simple circles could work.

"Could make lunchbox bombs too."

Vulcan grinned at the wild idea. Explosive magic on a lunchbox? Open and boom—trap potential.

- Not impossible. Could use as traps. Hard to maintain long-term, but crafting alone builds experience. You'll get the hang of it.

And... ahem!

"Got it. Ingredients via chocolate if possible."

Obvious request, but why not? Explosive food was disposal bait anyway—Tud, immune, could handle it.

Grinning, Vulcan pondered. This could get fun. Luring monsters with bait that triggered spells on bite? Debuffs like bind or weaken first? Hunting would skyrocket.

'F-rank Legendary skills, plus Dexterity and Dragon Eye—should help.'

Tough, but his kit boosted odds. Food costs beat inscription/enchant failures.

'Gonna need research.'

Calmer now, he dove into study. His gains were massive—proper use demanded planning.

The boring two-hour carriage ride bored everyone else, but flew by for Vulcan. Cataloging each skill's abilities and creations ate up time—then optimizing growth paths atop that. He'd barely scratched the surface; his powers brimmed with infinite potential.

'Got the gist now.'

At least he grasped how to grow this class. No direct combat skills beyond Item Master, but he'd cherry-picked combat-applicable ones.

"Heart's already racing. Heh heh heh!"

Arriving at Rezina Village—plain field and next hub—Vulcan couldn't hide his sleazy grin. Growth hacks excited him, but the auction house beckoned most.

Continent-wide item trading via auction. Fixed-price or competitive bidding against all users.

'Wonder how much it'll fetch... 700 gold? 800? Nah, maybe over 1,000. Eheheh!'

Listing the Unique Goblin Champion Longsword? Low-level, but viable to 100—prime for tycoons rerolling alts. Could fetch multiples of his estimate; his gut tickled.

'Quest first.'

Excitement surged, but order mattered. He'd shop for his gear anyway, so deliver village chief's letter and letter of recommendation to the lord for reward. Vulcan headed to the Lord's Castle.

Who knew? Noble lord might splash generously.

"Here on village chief of Regon Village's request to see the lord."

"I'll relay the message inside. Please wait."

Guards stalled him briefly, but this was the Lord's Castle no one entered. Handing over letter and rec, Vulcan waited. Soon, the messenger dashed back.

"The lord will see you now. This way."

Guided in, Vulcan became the first user for a private audience with Rezina's lord. He'd braced for delays or next-day visits—lucky break.

"You must be Vulcan. I've read the letter's gist. I'd love a long chat, but it's urgent. May I see what you've brought first?"

"Yes. Here..."

Barely inside the audience chamber, the lord spoke before greetings—case clearly dire.

"Whoa?!"

Vulcan moved to open inventory, but panicked. System auto-delivered quest items—including the sword.

"N-no, wait, that sword is...!"

Fine for quest stuff, but the sword?

"This the blade that neutralized goblin sorcery? Quite special for goblin trash-make. Handing it over would hugely aid our probe. Care to cooperate?"

"...Understood."

Not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠outright blackmail, but felt like it. Refusing a noble as a lowly user? Tricky. Reputation could tank, sparking infamy. Precedents existed—users slaughtered by NPCs for insolence.

"Grateful for your resolve. We're no rich territory, so options limited. Insufficient, but post-resolution, I'll reward generously."

Vulcan couldn't rejoice at the polite thanks. Noble NPCs sometimes lavished based on mood, but nothing beat a Unique sword.

"...?"

Expected, yet weird alerts followed.

'Jackpot?!'

Massive contributions elevated him to knight—pending, but huge. Normally, scraping points for grunt status, endless chores for squad leader, ages for knighthood.

Leveled alts sped it, but still time sinks.

'Total steal!'

The sword might've netted thousands in gold—but now? Worthless loss. Contributions weren't buyable, and invested? Priceless noble gifts.

'Noble cred OP...!'

Straight to knight from nothing? Pure win. He'd craft extras to tribute if possible.

Vulcan's mood rollercoastered—eyes flipped too.

'Not the full reward? Bigger based on follow-up?'

Nostrils flaring, he hung on the lord's every word for more squeezes.