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Chapter 104
Artifactor Krumm – True Ability
Author’s Note:
This chapter is written from Krumm the dwarf’s point of view.
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The dwarf tribe’s hands are usually skilled at manufacturing weapons and armors. The dwarves are only interested in how to craft stronger weapons and harder armors, as well as how to drink delicious sake.
Rather than exchanging words, they’d rather hold their hammers.
In a tribe where that was the norm, it couldn’t be helped that I was considered very unskilful.
With my father being an unparalleled prodigy that was called as the legendary craftsman, as his eldest son, I was expected to inherit this natural talent.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t even make a single dagger.
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Of course, the dagger I crafted could be used practically.
However, that was that. If it was such a dagger, even non-dwarves could have made it.
Before long, expectations turned into disappointment.
Father also set his eyes on my younger brother, and not me.
As for my younger brother…
My younger brother was a prodigy that inherited my father’s blood.
Why is it that only I don’t inherit that talent?
I should have had the techniques. After all, I had endured my father’s harsh training ever since I was a very young child.
After exerting a lot of efforts in my unskilled hands, I was able to craft a flawless sword.
However, the sword that I managed to craft didn’t get to move anyone’s heart.
My younger brother’s sword was made with some immature skills and it was slightly distorted, but for some reason it managed to attract people’s attention.
I came to know despair when I was obstructed by the wall called as talent that I couldn’t do anything about.
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Dwarves often looked for superior ingredients by conquering labyrinths. For some reason, we couldn’t bring back the labyrinth’s walls or ground along with us, but we could handle the ingredients dropped by the monsters in there, such as golems.
That was why the people amongst the dwarf tribe who had no talent for smithing could do nothing but to become adventurers.
I was one of such people.
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The large sword wielder who formed a party together with me, Gazad, was a quite skilled blacksmith, but he was an oddball because for some reason he wanted to test out the utility of his creations, so he went to conquer labyrinths.
Gazad was a skilled man, not only in his skills as a craftsman, but in his swordsmanship too.
The dwarves had weak magic in general, but Gazad was an exception. He was able to draw his abundant magical powers to his sword skills, thus he was able to crush his enemies.
It would be a lie if I said I wasn’t envious towards Gazad whose expertise as both a craftsman and an adventurer far exceeded mine.
But that Gazad rescued me.
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One day, while I was practicing my swordsmanship, he advised me, “You have good eyes. Try aiming at the enemy’s vital parts and throw the daggers there.”
Certainly, I was able to tell a monster’s weak points often somehow.
According to Gazad, it was an appraisal ability. It seemed that I had always been using the magical powers unconsciously to appraise the enemies.
Being told that by Gazad, I came to realize for the first time that I had a high magical power that was unthinkable for a dwarf.
Due to that high magical power, it appeared that even metals would be affected by it, causing them to not be able to be smithed well.
Gazad also had high magical power, but on the contrary, he was able to implement it well in blacksmithing.
I was taught by Gazad to pour my magical powers into metal while smithing, but for some reason, I couldn’t craft anything as well as Gazad did.
In short, it was at that time that I came to understand that I would never be able to obtain the craftsmanship ability.
However, the fact that I possessed high magical power didn’t mean that I’d have more abilities in blacksmithing.
After that, I desperately concentrated my eyes during a battle in order to discover the enemies’ weak points whenever I could.
As a result, I was able to roughly grasp the enemies’ weak points and where their vital parts as long as it was weak enemies.
I realized that it was my true ability.
My real worth wasn’t my talent in blacksmithing, it was my appraisal ability.
However… The information that I could get by appraising the monsters, I could also get them by paying money to the adventurer’s guild.
Knowing that, I despaired once again.
…I tottered alone to a labyrinth because I was planning to die.
However, I encountered a new destiny instead.
When I defeated a silver-colored slime that I had never seen before, it dropped an unfamiliar lump of metal.
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It was different from any other metal I had known—it was [The God’s Relics (Artifact)].
It was a small piece of metal that could fit in your palm.
It wasn’t enough to be made into a sword, but it could be made into a dagger. Even with my level of skills, I was sure that I could make it a dagger that would be remembered by the future generations.
Yet, what I created was—a monocle that had the same ability as the [Appraisal Eye].
Of course, it was a series of trial and error until it turned into a perfection. Still, I was able to give whichever attribute I wished for with my magical powers to that metal.
The ability that I wanted was only one. An appraising ability.
No matter how strong of an enemy, no matter how hard of an enemy they were to defeat, you would be able to tell their weak points with just a single glance.
I was the one who created such an artifact, and not the gods.
To be able to exceed the gods.
That became my dream.
During that time, I met Count Rainier.
Count Rainier wasn’t supposed to succeed the title because he was the third son, but he succeeded in inheriting the title of a count because his second elder brother and his eldest brother passed away one after another.
Just like how the dwarf tribe’s merits were judged based on their blacksmithing abilities, the human nobles’ merits were judged based on how strong their magical power was.
Count Rainier was a member of a prestigious noble household, but due to his weak magical power, he had been raised with indifference ever since he was young.
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Nevertheless, there was a rule that stated that sons of the noble that possessed magical power to join the chivalric order without fail. Count Rainier’s elder brothers both joined the chivalric order as a matter of course. His second elder brother passed away fighting against the monster king during the Monster Flood 28 years ago, while his eldest brother—who was the heir—passed away similarly in the Monster Flood 8 years ago.
Normally, if one was the heir of a prestigious noble family, one would not face the monster king directly in the Monster Flood. They would often be arranged as a combat service support.
However, Count Rainier’s two elder brothers possessed rare magical power, and because of that, they were sought to fight on the front lines.
Despite being a notable prestigious household, the Rainier family didn’t possess enough wealth to lay the groundwork to overturn that decision.
As a result, the Rainier family lost their heirs with strong magical power, and ironically enough, the one who remained was the third son whose magical power was weak that nobody paid any attention to.
Count Adolf Rainier was another me who was born without a power that he should have been born with, and had deeply despaired due to it.
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