World's Strongest Troll

Chapter 260 Awakening Lunch

The Scorching Sun.

Shumil, the desert of death where a wide sandy desert spreads out.

Designated as one of the 5 forbidden areas in the past and not visited by users, this place has now become a famous spot where numerous users and NPC merchants come and go.

“We will take care of custom-made dwarf hand-made equipment.”

“For those who are busy hunting, we will deliver quickly, so please use our macaron top! It is a trustworthy team that signed a direct contract with the pie troupe!”

“Have you all gathered? The high-speed bus is leaving!”

Sands of Forge, an underground city of dwarves located deep underground in Shumil.

The excellent armor and weapons made by the dwarf clan, who are said to have been blessed by the gods for their dexterity, fascinated countless merchants and swordsmen, and those who dreamed of becoming blacksmiths always anxiously sought to learn the secrets of the dwarves' secret production methods.

Caang. Caang.

The sound of hammering resonated throughout the city as if the saying that they were always born to make something was no joke. Miners also mining minerals in mines. As well as members of the hammer unit in charge of public order in the city. A city of prodigious production, where even the janitors in charge of the city's administration and the merchants selling groceries in the shops are crafters and artisans who can pick up a hammer and forge excellent weapons.

The enormous arms made here were sold all over the continent and their reputation was increasing, but among them, the equipment made in Hellion's workshop was treated as a luxury item among luxury goods and boasted an enormous price.

“Hey asshole. A guest has arrived. I think you're the one at the top of the pie?”

Caang. Caang.

Roaring.

The stifling heat. Jung-sik continues to hit the hammer without breaking a drop of sweat despite the heat emanating from the super-high temperature furnace. The senior dwarf, who was serving lunch, muttered with an expression of boredom, watching him show great concentration and devote himself to making equipment.

“Ugh. that damn bastard How many days have you been doing that?”

He doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, and hits the hammer without stopping even once. Once he started production, he became terrifyingly immersed in it. Even among the dwarves, he was famous for his enormous poisonous species, so the senior dwarf glanced at the luncheon and then turned around.

“Anyway, I told you. Just say you haven't heard it like last time! Really don't let go!”

A senior dwarf who delivers a message with a loud voice saying that he will try to overcome the loud hammer sound of lunch, and then goes somewhere. But the Chinese didn't hear a word of it.

‘It's not enough.....'

The World's First Martial Arts Competition.

Joong-sik, who was guided by Jae-young's words and unknowingly participated in the competition, competed with numerous users in the production class.

There would be no particular difficulties at the basic level, but in order to make something a little better and of better quality, in reality... no, it required more skill and expertise, so the age of those who participated in the production class competition was higher than expected.

“Hmm... It’s not the same event, but please take good care of me.”

“Because he's a blacksmith... he looks young, but he's walking a really tough road.”

“Heh heh..... To pick up a hammer at such a young age. You are a very rare young man.”

Arcadia's crafting system requires almost the same level of expertise as reality. Therefore, in reality, most of the experts who make this a business participated, but even within it, lunch was better than expected.

[Deer meat Wellington with honey added.]

[Overall score 92.2 points.]

[Iron armor gauntlets with blades attached.]

[Overall score 93.9 points.]

[Player flying hands. Victory.]

[Achieved 100 consecutive wins.]

[Acquired the right to advance to the finals!]

“Hohoho..... I lost. That's amazing.”

A beautiful chef who was the last opponent in the preliminary round. Chinese food even beat the best experts, who are the owners of famous restaurants abroad and winners of world-class culinary competitions. He said with a puzzled face to Raimi Gordon, who congratulated him as if he couldn't believe his skills.

“Oh no. I'm lacking for a long time.....”

Jung-shik, who never imagined that he would beat such a celebrity. That's why he felt sorry for Reimi, who seemed to have been eliminated because of him, and muttered something embarrassing.

“Does that mean... that I am worse than an amateur who is far from lacking?”

Cooking and blacksmithing were different fields in which it was impossible to distinguish between superiority and inferiority, but Reimi was defeated by Chinese food according to the judgment of Alice, a fair and flawless artificial intelligence. She asked him with a mischievous face even though she knew that this was not the intention of the luncheon.

“Oh no! That's not what I meant...”

However, as if he was even more flustered by his mischievous question, Joong-shik stuttered and tried to explain. Reimi smiled at him and said.

“I can see how young and inexperienced you are. But... don’t be too low on yourself.”

Whoops.

After the match, Reimi is enveloped in light as if she is automatically returned to her original location. She disappeared after leaving a word of support at the end.

“The Mr. I saw during the game. Because Ttongson was full of passion and had the image of a decent craftsman with excellent skills.”

In this way, Jungsik was recognized for his skills by experts and played an active role.

This was the final report card he received at the World's First Martial Arts Competition.

[Second seat in the World's Best Martial Arts Competition.]

Unfortunately, the tournament ended with 2nd place.

It was an undeserved result for Jung-sik, who lacked technical skills and experience, but strangely, he began to feel an unknown thirst for the result.

‘I shouldn't be criticized this time.'

‘How can I please the dwarves?'

‘Why... why doesn't the rank go up? What should I make with the special ingredients?'

Jung-shik was concentrating on production while contemplating raising his skill rank and gaining recognition among the dwarves and avoiding criticism. But after participating in the World's First Martial Arts Competition. He started pounding the hammer with a completely different mindset.

‘I want to make better works.'

pounding.

‘I want to make a stronger weapon.'

Caang.

‘I want to make something more outstanding.'

Roaring.

‘My own work that no one dares to imitate.'

His will to create endlessly arises from his intense desire.

The sound of a madly beating heart and the clear sound of a hammer resonating throughout the studio.

In the huge blue flame that heats up the metal, Joong-sik worked hard on the production as if possessed.

Woo woo woo.

The divinity that permeates him unconsciously.

The power of existence, which existed from the beginning but has now lost its power and has been corrupted by vainglory, began to respond to Joong-shik's hot and pure desire and tenacity.

“Hey... you shit! Stop working... this is...!”

“Papa, quickly call Baron. hurry!”

Caang. Caang.

A clan of dwarves who are said to have been blessed by God.

Those who once prospered on the entire continent of Arcadia were slowly declining at some point.

Due to the plunder and invasion of greedy and greedy heterogeneous tribes.

Ever since the ever-burning eternal fire they believed in and worshiped had gone out.

Those who were scattered all over the continent and slowly walked the path of destruction.

So Baron, a master blacksmith who leads Hellion's workshop and a member of the Senate who leads the Sands of Forge, was stunned by the blue flames rising in front of his eyes and the gigantic divinity and halo rising from the body of a foolish human.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this can be progressed,” this

baron can’t believe it.

He seemed to be crying but smiling with great joy. Realizing that there were a huge number of dwarves huddled around him, he said to one of the young dwarves.

“My child, go quickly and let everyone know.”

“yes? What do you mean?”

A child with a puzzled expression, blinking his bright eyes and tilting his head. Baron spoke with a trembling voice to the young Dwarf with a face full of curiosity, as if he did not know what was happening in front of his eyes.

“A great man who gifted this continent with unquenchable fire and unbreakable iron a long time ago. Our teacher and our father, who created countless divine weapons and taught all the dwarf clans of Arcadia about everything that can be created through hammers... the resurrection of Lord Vulcanus.”

Like that, all the Dwarves of Sand of Forge gathered in Hellion's workshop. I threw away everything I had just been doing and sat quietly, not breathing in a daze, just watching. The moment of the first miracle taking place in front of one's own eyes.

How long has it been?

The moment when Jung-shik stopped hammering and looked down at the finished product he had created.

Countless messages began to float before his eyes.

[The power of divinity dwells in your tenacity with your soul.]

[The level of the product far exceeds the limits of the class of the material.] [

The item's grade is re-adjusted.]

[Legendary achievement. A legendary item has been produced.]

[Weapon crafting proficiency greatly increases.]

[Title effect activated. Proficiency increases by 2 times.]

[Weapon crafting skill increases by 1 rank.]

[The oldest fire chose you as the first hammer.]

[Related quest ‘Traces of the Deleted God' is changed.]

[ Please check the contents of the quest.]

[The title ‘Legendary Arms Maker' has been obtained.]

[The title ‘The Dwarf's Respected Person' has been obtained.]

[The title ‘Wanderer seeking traces of mythology' has been obtained.]

Crafting of the first legendary item.

Joong-sik smiled with satisfaction at the achievement, but what was even more joyful was that the oldest godhead, who had been watching him since he was a slave in the mine, finally made a decision.

Vulcan, the god of fire and steel.

Jung-sik finally realized that it was time to leave this workshop as he saw the quest that was presumed to have been given directly by the hidden mythical being in the game, who was responsible for turning his blacksmith hammer into a sacred god.

[Resurrection of an erased divinity of quests]

The divinity of the past degenerated into hypocrisy. Find the last remaining ruins that are dormant somewhere in the northern part of the continent and reawaken the fallen deity there. Exalt his prestige to all as his apostle across the continent. For Vulcan, the god of fire and steel and all blacksmiths.

- Discovery of ruins with traces of Vulcan. (0/1)

A quest of immense difficulty that is too abstract and lacks clues. It was expected that the journey would be difficult at first glance, but I wasn't worried or afraid at all about lunch. Rather, he smiled, enjoying the beating of his heart pounding with anticipation.

“Finally...”

The moment Jaeyoung said.

Jung-shik instinctively felt that the day had come for him to leave this place and go on an adventure to a wider world. .

“Elder...? No, why are you all gathered here...?”

Chinese food asked with a face that didn't notice at all. However, at his question, the Dwarves slammed their chests with their fists and shouted as if they had made a promise.

“Raise your hammer, dwarves with sad short legs and ugly faces.”

cooong.

Those who hit their chests with their fists as if they were in great pain. But their faces were full of joy rather than pain.

“Has your god given you hands that are more beautiful and outstanding than anyone else?”

cooong.

The cries of the dwarves shouting as if they were united. General users who did not know the situation tilted their heads at the slogans of those shouting on the street with puzzled faces, but they did not care and shouted like crazy.

“Hear a toast. all the dwarves The birth of the first hammer of our god. Worship all you dwarves. Resurrection of our god!”

The dwarves suddenly started holding beer mugs here and there, drinking in broad daylight and holding a festival. Like that, they stayed up for days and nights drinking and celebrating.

The main god of the dwarves.

The signal flare announcing the resurrection of Vulcan was finally shot high into the sky.