Sticky White Stuff?!

With those five hours to waste, I looked at all of his works and tools. His tools were two magic gloves, one special hammer, tongs, a chisel, and a large quenching bucket, which is used to cool down the metal when the work is done. Copying everything but the quenching bucket, I spent more time perfecting the improvement of the blades that I copy and tring the idea that would make Argas the best sword possible, and be able to mass-produce it.

The plan is to use my sports to match the already made weapons and make the edges sharper, so there's almost no need for durability. And if that is not enough to make Argas happy, then I could add a layer of spores to raise the durability. Retrying this plan on one of the daggers Argas had on the wall, I did this for all of those five hours. When the annoying noise stopped from upstairs, I started to wonder who had lasted longer. Hearing the floorboards creak, someone went downstairs, because all I sensed were the thumps of one set of feet. Rolling slowly out of the smithy, trying to look like it was an accident, I saw that there was only one standing, carrying the other in their arms.

Argas, as calm as ever, Was carrying the woman downstairs, putting her in the waiting chair in the corner of the room, probably not wanting her to taint his bed with her smell any longer. Not that I could blame him. After things like sex, you get a few moments of clarity, which he probably realized what he had done, and did not want to ruin the memory of his wife and himself having sex in that room. With women's disheveled looks, and her hair all wet, probably with both sweat and semen, She slumped against the wall.

Although Argas carried her downstairs, he did not look much better than she, only that his stamina was better than hers. He also was sweating head to toe, shirt off, which revealed his ripped chest and arms, making any famous bodybuilders from earth look like malnourished children. The only thing that did not make this sight manly was all the cum over his body and pants. Still, the way he managed to make her pass out like that is commendable. Still rolling out of the smithy, Argas managed to run over to me to pick me up, albeit shakily. Not that I could blame him, for I have never done sex before. #deadvirgin.

Anyways, Probably out of breath, he scooped me up and plopped me onto the register counter. Going back upstairs, he left me on the counter. I assume he was going to get changed, as anyone would, and assumed I would not move from where he put me. Not wanting to have my plan foiled, I reluctantly sat in the same place, waiting for him. Wishing I could have the same experience that they just had, I felt Argas come back downstairs. Looking like he took a shower, which I guess they have, He looked much cleaner than before. The spores clung to his body even after the shower, so there is little a rinse could do to shake off my spores.

Silently taking me back into the smithy, without a second glance at the woman passed out, he sat me down on the same table a day ago, and the shop owner came up to me and stood in front of me with a knife, a thoughtful look on his face.

"I wonder. What would happen if I were to cut It and put you on a weapon. Would it mold onto it to improve it? It would seem like it should since it can do it from scratch."

Argas said to himself. It is such an idiotic idea, but he just had rough sex, so maybe he can't think straight. Anyways, it did seem like a good idea, so I decided to separate myself as the knife slid through me.

Not to say it hurts, it just feels like sliding a knife through butter, except you are the butter. Picking up a partition of me, he spread it on the knife that he cut me with. Making him wait, the spores of the knife that he spread on it turned from green to a light greenish see-through color.

Now it is time for me to play my part. Focusing hard on the knife covered in spores, I made the spores compact into molecular-like levels, and put that at the edge of the blade. Argas, sensing a difference, turned the blade back and forth. Finding nothing different about it at close inspection, he assumed that his idea failed. Slamming the blade down of the anvil angrily, unhappy that something failed again, he surprisingly didn't feel any resistance, not any loud noise.

Looking down, he sees half of the anvil carved in half, a perfectly smooth cut right through the middle, angling to the right. Looking back to the knife, he saw that it was in the same condition it was before it sliced the anvil. He was probably thinking that he has created the best weapon ever, being able to cut an anvil in half with almost no resistance.

What he did not know is that this was my plan all along. Getting argas to make weapons relying on me was the plan I started with. Then, I will have to get people to think they could take the threats. With the sharpness and sturdiness of the knife itself, I can't imagine how powerful a sword would be. It probably would be enough to take on whatever threat killed Argas's family.

Still, in shock at what he thought he made, He set the knife down and started going for the exit of the store, backing up so as not to want this dream to end. At least, that is what I gathered from his expression. Still, on the desk, all I could do was sit there as the door to the shop closed, questioning if I made the right choice.