Free Web NovelChapter 171: True Talent
Seth’s eyes glowed with an amethyst hue...
His blood ran scalding hot, beads of sweat bled from his pores, all while Seth remained confused.
[The Core Origin of the Grand Weapon Maester is weapon crafting!]
[???? Became the lords of all weapons not by wielding but by crafting. As his descendant you bear his mantle, you are ready to smite the anvil!]
[The hammer as will, the anvil as your world, you are ready to bend the very meaning of creation!]
[You have returned to your roots! Title ’Grand Craftsman’ has been allocated!]
Seth felt a pulsing headache. He grabbed his head as a rushing influx of information streamed into his mind.
Metal refinement techniques, tempering arts, forging methods — all of it poured like a raging stream into his mind.
Branding themselves as though they had always been there, a part of him, becoming more instinct than knowledge. freewebnoveℓ.com
The glow in Seth’s eyes burned brighter, his grip over the hammer grew tighter.
His muscles bulged as streams of blood bolstered their density, his heart hammered.
His body heat skyrocketed, burning through his upper fabrics, revealing the finely sculpted body beneath. Steam exhaled from his pores, his hair billowed.
His aura became dense and so palpable even Kylie had to look his way.
Her eyes flashed as they lingered on his body. For a minute she felt a rush of heat swell on her face. free𝑤ebnovel.com
But the realization that something might be wrong with Seth culled this unknown desire that sparked within her heart.
Her eyes flashed. What was wrong with him?
Meanwhile Brandon was also conflicted as he poured torrents of his flames into the furnace, heating up the raw metal extracts.
Seth had made it clear: this process was very vital, and Brandon had to be careful with the temperature regulation, because it couldn’t exceed a certain limit and it mustn’t drop either.
Now Brandon could only watch Seth from a distance, not daring to neglect his side of things.
Gritting his teeth, he turned away. Whatever was happening to Seth, it wasn’t like he could intervene or help anyway.
Suddenly Seth’s eyes snapped open, the veins beneath his skin ignited a bright amethyst hue, as his essence streamed like a roaring wave.
The silver watch on his wrist flared brightly, blaring red.
But the almost crystalline metal in Seth’s grasp glowed, and the alarm dulled while Seth’s aura continued to peak.
By this point, how could Seth not comprehend what was happening?
It seemed while his Asura lineage was bred for battle, his Grand Maester lineage — though also unparalleled in battle — was still wired for crafting.
His eyes snapped open, the entire white burning royal purple.
The furnace in the distance snapped open suddenly, the burning red crusts streaming through the air straight towards the anvil.
The moment Seth touched the forging table, a ripple of blue covered the flame craft, along with the anvil sitting upon it.
Instantly their properties were bolstered. They became denser, they became more solid.
The metal forging table seemed to fuse with the earth, the anvil fusing with the table.
In the distance, Brandon watched with wide eyes and slack jaw, as he felt every connection he had with his crafts cut off.
The sparking red burning metal crusts arrived. They swirled into a metal uneven slag.
Seth raised the hammer, his mind went blank.
Both Kylie and Brandon, watching from the sides, didn’t know why, but at that very moment their breaths caught, their hearts palpitating.
The world seemed to freeze the moment that hammer rose. Everyone spanning a few kilometers didn’t know why, but all of a sudden they felt tense.
Then the hammer fell...
Clang!
A crisp metallic collision rang, rippling through the air. It wasn’t loud, but everyone within hundreds of kilometers heard it.
The ground beneath their feet rippled as the shockwave of the colossal force beneath that strike diffused into the surroundings, minimizing the tremors that should have followed.
Seth’s hammer rose again, and everyone’s breath caught once more.
And he struck...
Clang!
His movements were fluid as they were beautiful. It was as though both Kylie and Brandon were witnessing a form of art — they just didn’t know what.
Cracks ran through the outer layer of the red-hot ingot, and they continued to spread until the seventh strike landed.
The outer layer of the crust crumbled away, a blinding light shone.
Even Brandon had to squint from the glare, and when the light dimmed a pulsing metal ingot sat there.
Like a caterpillar that underwent metamorphosis, the outer shell of the metal revealed the purified core, and somehow it looked like another transcendent material entirely.
Synonymously, both Kylie and Brandon didn’t know how and didn’t know when, but a name appeared in their minds: ’Seven Strike Catharsis!’
Seth lifted the metal with his bare hands, the scalding heat barely licking his palms.
He dipped it into the liquid coolant by the side.
A layer of frost crept onto his forearms, his eyes remained glowing, his expression unmoved.
At this moment there was no Seth Duskreaver. There was only his craft. There was only perfection.
The layer of ice cracked and he pulled his hand, revealing a veined alloy.
Seth tossed it back into the furnace, Brandon remaining by the side, keeping the heat steady.
Another batch of separate types of metals flowed onto his anvil.
By this point, Brandon was hooked. Never in his life did he ever think he would find blacksmithing so interesting.
Heck, he never even imagined he’d watch a blacksmith at work.
’It seems Big Bro has more talent in blacksmithing than in combat,’ Brandon thought.
But this thought brought chills. How talented was Seth in battle?
Seth wielded weapons like extensions of his being. He danced in chaos like he thrived in it. He spotted subtle flaws in his opponents like they were glaring weaknesses.
Seth was a monster in battle, but to think that wasn’t even his main suit...
Brandon swallowed. ’Tsk tsk, imagine having this guy for an enemy!’
He thanked his stars that this was his Big Bro!
Clang!
The hammer struck once more. This time the form was different, the force lighter, but the impact more defined.
Both spectators instinctively understood — different metals meant different processes.
Seth changed his beat in tandem with his materials. Brandon felt his conjecture becoming more accurate the more he watched.
Even Kylie couldn’t look away. As a genius who broke countless records, pulled impossible feats, and more...
She never imagined she’d be using such a label for someone, let alone someone of her generation, but she had to admit it regardless.
’He is a genius.’
