Returner Harvester.
Rarity Level: Realm
Creator: The Ruin-Harvesting Cow.
Description: The sword of resolve that the Ruin-Harvesting Cow forged from her horn. It can be called a temporal tracking missile, one that brings absolute death to returners…
How fearsome. Those who die from its attack regress with this sword. What does that mean? They die again the moment they return. Even if they regress again… they immediately die again.
Anyone who dies by this sword must abandon all hope….
Mutia stared at the sword.
The Viper swallowed dryly. “I came here because of a prophecy. A real seer, not a fake one, has come to my world’s Tower. The prophecy said that you, Mutia, would become Kim Gong-Ja’s formidable enemy.”
The Viper activated his Skill.
[Activating Take On The World Alone.]
His Class-SS Skill showed his foe’s possible attack routes. In short, it let him predict his enemy’s next move and react accordingly. It was a simple yet strong Skill that allowed him to know the opponent’s choice in a game of rock-paper-scissors before he made his choice.
Of course, even the simplest fight wasn’t like rock-paper-scissors. It was more complicated than that. Precisely because of that, if someone who knew how to use it possessed this Skill, its worth was immeasurable. Of course, the Viper knew how to use this Skill properly.
Mutia gritted her teeth and said, “Noisy…”
Thinking the words were aimed at him, the Viper bit his lip and got ready for combat, but he was mistaken. Mutia’s words weren’t aimed at the Viper, nor were her eyes on the Viper.
“Just say what must be said, like River Eternal does.”
The Viper was puzzled. “Hm?”
Mutia didn’t respond. Her gaze was fixed on the item description window. Moments later, the letters in the system window squirmed and changed.
Description: But that’s too stiff. As the person in charge of item messages, I dream of becoming a more humane and approachable manager, together with my sister, who handles skill messages. (Strong sense of duty) I will do my best to be a leader who helps first! (Sincere goal)
Mutia clutched her head. “That lunatic. Typical of someone on the princess’ side."
“Huh? Princess? Are you talking about the Mirage-Walking Princess? If so, I’m not on anyone’s side, you know,” the Viper said, puffing out his chest.
Only then did Mutia glance at Viper to let out a sigh. After raising her hand, she struck it down.
Crash!
With a loud bang, the sword Mutia had just forged—the Returner Harvester—cracked in two.
Even the Tower’s item manager was shocked.
[What the hell!]
[The Ruin-Harvesting Cow has just freaking destroyed the realm-level item with an immeasurable rarity level…?]
The Viper was equally stunned. “What the heck did you just do?”
“This wasn’t what I meant to make in the first place.” Mutia brushed the dust off her hands. “Because you mentioned that bastard, my mind went astray. That was why this weapon was created. Since it was already made, using it could be an entertainment in a way, but I represent time. I can’t tolerate a coincidence I made.”
Like that, Mutia’s horn lost its shape and returned to its ingot form. She began to shape it once more.
Clang, clang!
The sound echoed within the temple. The Viper silently watched her for a while.
“What were you trying to make?” he asked.
“Something that isn’t a weapon.”
Clang!
“Something to be swung at things that aren’t alive.”
Clang!
“That thing you cockily asked if I didn’t know.”
Clang!
“I am making a blacksmith’s hammer.”
The Viper fell silent for a moment before he asked, “What will it be used for?”
“Anything..”
Clang!
“I want to try making a tool, rather than using someone as a tool.”
Clang!
“The item I made just now was trash.”
Clang!
“But, this way, it’ll take me closer to the man who broke my horn.”
The Viper engraved that reply in his mind and thought deeply about it.
[Canceling Take On The World Alone.]
He asked, “Want some help?”
“Hm?”
“Oh, I’ve done some smith work before. You said your fists are the only tools that work on this, but you never know, right?" The Viper rolled up his sleeves and grinned. “Regardless of everything, these fists of mine almost pierced that guy’s heart.”
Mutia frowned, but not for long. With a snort, she turned and said, “Do as you wish.”
Therefore, the Viper did exactly that.
Clang!
Clang!
Different sounds echoed out. After who knew how long…
Claaaang!
… a shockwave erupted. Cracks formed, like fine lines on an eggshell, and a bright light burst out.
The temple rumbled. It was as if a shell, long since shed, finally accepted its fate and fell.
[Congratulations!]
[The item has an immeasurable level!]
As the roof sank, the pillars holding up the temple bent in the middle, as if they were in so much pain that they could no longer stand.
Rumble…!
The pillars fell, spewing sandy dust, and the shockwave shattered the temple from within.
[You have made an item that is above the level of a world. For the first time in history—]
On that day, everyone in the Tower heard an announcement, but they didn’t know that the Tower’s other announcement, which only one person could hear, rang out at the same time.
[One of the Nine Keys has been forged.]
[The Constellations who were involved with you have changed their ways of life.]
[As a result, they can no longer live on as they once did.]
[The ninety-third floor has been cleared!]
The person who heard the other announcement looked down at the fallen ruins and saw the man with an eyepatch standing in the center and raising his blacksmith’s hammer. The girl with the broken horns also caught the person’s eye. He then turned and slowly walked away.
[Entering the ninety-fourth floor.]
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