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Chapter: Villigan's Fist

The forging process dragged on, and Forseti couldn't endure the heat any longer, so he stepped outside the forge room and settled down to wait.

"Are you planning to join the Boy Scouts?" Brunnock observed Forseti for a moment before speaking.

"No, I'm aiming to become a combat medic," Forseti replied.

Brunnock couldn't hide his surprise. "Even though I don't understand your designs, I can tell this warhammer is exceptional. It surpasses standard warrior weaponry... You're crafting such a weapon just to be a healer?"

"Yeah... But honestly, I also dream of being a warrior. It's just that I'm still too young and lacking in stature and strength," Forseti admitted with a hint of embarrassment. "I wish I had your strength."

Brunnock fell silent for a moment. "But I envy your parents for supporting you unconditionally. I also dream of being a warrior, but my father doesn't approve."

"I don't enjoy blacksmithing at all. That stuffy room is unbearable. I don't understand how they can spend entire days in there," he grumbled, head drooping.

Forseti politely smiled but said nothing.

"So, you plan to join the military as a medic and then wield this warhammer called the 'Fist of Verrigan' as a warrior?" Brunnock asked, intrigued.

"Well, perhaps. But I'll proceed with caution," Forseti replied.

"That's truly exciting!" Brunnock remarked with envy.

Forseti remained quiet.

After a while, Brunnock changed the subject. "By the way, do you need armor?"

Forseti was taken aback but nodded. "I believe so."

"Let's choose one." Brunnock gestured towards the display of armor and shields, pointing to a full suit of armor. "I've always fancied wearing this."

Forseti dismissed the heavy armor with a glance, opting instead to examine various lighter options.

"May I try this one on?" he inquired.

"Of course."

Forseti selected a light armor crafted from leather and Asgardian bronze, donned it, and walked around the room.

"It seems a bit too large," Brunnock observed.

Indeed, Forseti felt the same, trying on several more pieces without finding a suitable fit. It appeared the blacksmith hadn't considered his physique.

Just as Forseti started to feel disheartened, Brunnock found a woven undergarment made from Asgardian bronze silk. "Try this."

Forseti tried it on and was pleasantly surprised to find it fit perfectly.

"How does it feel?" Brunnock inquired.

"Not bad, I'll take this one," Forseti nodded, then paid for the undergarment.

Crafting such undergarments was evidently time-consuming, resulting in a steep price despite its light weight. Forseti parted with fifteen runes for the purchase.

Meanwhile, the clangs of forging continued within the workshop as Forseti and Brunnock chatted outside.

Despite Brunnock's initially reserved demeanor, Forseti discovered he was quite talkative once engaged, particularly fond of recounting battles and adventures.

"Have you heard of Iron Scarboro?" Brunnock asked suddenly.

"Iron Scarboro?" Forseti raised an eyebrow.

"No," he admitted.

"It's a formidable metal, known as 'fire-breathing iron'. It's mined in Muspelheim and treasured by the fire giant Surtur," Brunnock explained with enthusiasm.

"...You know, I once dreamed about it. I dreamed of defeating Surtur and forging a weapon from Iron Scarboro," Forseti shared with a smile.

This sparked a thought: how would Surtur, at his peak as a fire giant, compare to Ragnaros, the Firelord of World of Warcraft, or even the Balrog?

Notwithstanding their appearances, physique, and identities, the two seemed strikingly similar.

As evening approached,

"Haha, it's done!" Hadier's cheerful voice suddenly rang out from the forge room as Forseti and Brunnock chatted outside.

Forseti's heart leapt with anticipation as he hurried back inside.

"Take a look, your Fist of Verrigan," Hadier smiled, presenting Forseti with a brand new silver warhammer.

Forseti accepted it, marveling at its weight and the delicate golden flame patterns adorning it according to his specifications. It looked impressive and befitting of paladin tradition.

He tested its weight by swinging it a few times. Having intentionally downsized it, in terms familiar from his past life, it felt lighter than 30 pounds, closer to 20.

While this weight posed no issue for holding among ordinary earthlings, wielding it required far greater strength than what his Asgardian physique could muster.

"Though it lacks enchantments, it's still exceptional, surpassing army-issued weapons. With the right magical enhancements, I believe it could become a masterpiece," Hadier remarked.

His assistant nodded in agreement. "We recommend visiting a professional magician or shop, like Norvi Magic Shop."

"Thank you," Forseti replied, though he had no intention of visiting Norvi Magic Shop for enchantments.

Magic shops were exorbitant, and besides, he possessed holy relics that enabled enchantments of his own, negating the need to patronize them.

Leaving Hadiya Blacksmith Shop, Forseti eagerly accessed the Sanctuary and placed Verrigan's Fist upon the blueprint for identification.

**Completion: Excellent**

**Item Level: Level 3**

The identification results came as no surprise to Forseti. After all, with substitution rates as high as 77% and 105% for the two materials, achieving excellence was practically guaranteed.

Substitution rates of 74% and 81% were sufficient to yield excellent results.

Next, he proceeded to enchant it.

Forseti turned to the **Enchant Fire Weapon** section.

Aside from a few textual notes, the page displayed a circular pattern with a flickering flame drawn within.

Placing Verrigan's Fist upon the flame pattern, Forseti silently invoked the Sanctuary.

**Enchant Fire Weapon!**

The light of the holy relic flickered, bringing the flame pattern to life. It transformed into real flames that engulfed Verrigan's Fist.

In an instant, the warhammer was engulfed in flames.

The enchantment process proved brief. The flames swiftly integrated into the warhammer, dissipating like rivers returning to the sea.

Welding such magical artifact for the first time in both lives , he truly felt like a part of mystical divine species.

The flames vanished, and Forseti lifted the warhammer once more.

According to the enchantment description, the power of the fiery weapon would manifest upon striking. During normal times, the weapon would exhibit no special visual cues.

Deciding to test it later, Forseti decided to conduct another identification and placed Verrigan's Fist back onto the blueprint.

**Completion: Excellent**

**Item Level: Level 4**

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