Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Within Cedric's workspace, the sound of constant hammering echoed.

Currently, Cedric is trying to create a sword. This isn't his first time obviously, but this one's a little bit special...that's of course considering that he succeeds in its creation.

He felt no discomfort despite the scalding heat of the forge. His mind was focused on his craft. Each time he struck his hammer at the metal lump, he shaped it according to the image he had in his mind.

Due to his sharp senses, he could tell everything that was happening to the metal. He knows where to strike to get rid of the remaining impurities, he knows how much force he needs to exert to coax the metal into the shape he wants.

He could also feel the resonance of energies dancing around him, seemingly anticipating the birth of a new creation, patiently awaiting until the process was finished to give it blessings.

Cedric was so immersed in this state that even if a calamity happened at this moment, he wouldn't notice it...well, maybe he would, but he wouldn't care.

Slowly but surely, with his constant effort and precise control over his strength, the metal gradually took the shape of a sword.

The entire sword was three feet long with the blade occupying about 2 and a half feet of that, the rest was for the handle.

Cedric used the [Spirit Refined Damascus Metal Bar] he created a few days ago for this sword, and as he continued with its creation, he could feel the innate spirituality of the sword maturing.

The blade was emitting a beautiful aurora curtain as he continued his work, which essentially means that he's doing a phenomenal job at it. Fortunately, he already crafted the handle and the crossguard for this sword so he could just attach them when the time was right.

And as he did so, the entire sword emitted an ever brighter light. Energy fluctuated around it, seemingly welcoming its birth. He could feel the attributes of the sword changing accordingly but he knows that his work is not yet done.

After things calmed down, he held the sword and felt its exuberance. A smile formed on his lips as he put it on the table. He took out a quill and began etching Runic Symbols on the blade with a clear-cut focus. This was the final stretch for this project and he doesn't want it to fail.

[Crafting success! Congratulations, User Cedric! You made a Tier 6 Legendary 'Unnamed' Sword. Would you like to view its attributes?]

"I shall name you...'Phantasmal Edge'. And yes, System, I'd like to see its attributes."

[Name registered. Displaying Phantasmal Edge's attributes...]

[Phantasmal Edge (T6 - Legendary)]

: A sword created by a prodigious Master Smith using Spirit Refined Damascus Alloy for the blade, Elder Wood wrapped in T5 - Refined Leather for the handle, and carved with Phantasm Runic Array to elevate its overall quality.

Perks:

• Perfect Energy Conductor - whoever owns this sword shall never experience any difficulties with Energy Infusion. This perk also increases all skill/spell/technique's might by 100% if this item was used to cast them.

• Spiritual Embryo - the creator of this sword attained exceedingly high achievements in Spirit Refinement that this Sword was able to condense a Spiritual Embryo. The lucky person who bonds with this sword should nourish this sword for this embryo to turn into a 'Sword Spirit'.

• Phantasmal Siege (Active) - if the user wills it, this sword could give them the ability to release 9 Phantasmal Clones. Each clone possesses 75% of the User's overall strength and is incredibly lifelike. The clones are all mentally linked to the user, allowing them to use the clones according to their needs.

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Whistles!

"My, aren't you a beauty?" Cedric chuckled as he read the description of the sword.

Of course, he felt elated right now. How could he not when he literally just created a Legendary-grade sword? Sure, it might only be Tier 6 but he's willing to bet his appendix that even Tier 9 experts would be tempted by this sword.

The fact that it has the Spiritual Embryo Perk is what really sells this thing. At first, this perk doesn't do anything. But once the user of this sword reaches a deep bond with it and the perk evolves, the might of this sword will sharply increase.

A sword that's given birth to a Sword Spirit will be coveted like mad by many swordsmen out there. At that point, even Tier 9 experts would not hesitate to kill just to get this sword.

A Sword Spirit remains loyal to its users even after their death. Additionally, their existence also doubles the might of the sword at its base while also giving a massive boost to the spell/skills/techniques used with it.

It had to be known that only a handful of swords out there have this perk, which shows its rarity. The fact that Cedric managed to create one shortly after becoming a Master Smith is a reflection of his skills.

"...yes, yes, I know little one. It's nice to meet you two. Unfortunately, I'm not destined to be your user."

Buzz!

"I know, I'm sorry. You see, I created you to empower my race as a whole. You'll meet your Master soon and I hope that whoever they are, they take good care of you. Anyway, if they mistreat you, don't hesitate to tell me and I'll take you back, okay?"

Buzz! Buzz!

"Very good! Now, behave for a bit. I'll make you some clothes."

If an ordinary person were to witness Cedric talking to a sword, they might think he's going insane. However, Smiths like him would relate to that deeply.

Smiths and Master Smiths have an innately deep connection to the things they created. It's normal for them to understand what they're saying.

With the excess material he has, Cedric crafted a scabbard for the Phantasmal Edge. It didn't take long at all and once he put the sword in it, the little sentience within the sword immediately fell in love with it and proceeded to slumber.

An endearing smile appeared on Cedric's face as he felt this. He then kept the sword in his inventory for now.

"I'll sell it later after I create more stuff. I need more practice anyway."

His achievements when it comes to smithing were already high. That said, Cedric hardly felt that it was enough.

You see, he'd been daydreaming a bit during these past couple of days. That gave him an idea of a really massive project that even he nearly deemed impossible to do, however the idea just won't get out of his head.

He tries not to think about it too much since he's too weak to even start that project. However, since he knows that he isn't like any ordinary Master Smiths out there, he thinks that there might be a small possibility that he could do it.

That said, he needs experience...lots of it. That's why he's starting this now. He would also need a large capital for this project, and while he earns a lot thanks to his Hell Dives, the amount he accumulated so far wasn't nearly enough to even begin with the project.

So, he plans on making a lot of stuff to not only increase his mastery of his skills but also accumulate enough capital to fund the project he had in mind.

As for the specifics, that will be revealed in the future. For now, he must increase his strength and his mastery over his skills, not just in smithing but also in Symbols and Alchemy. He will need as much knowledge as he can to ensure his success.

"I'll shop for Smithing materials tomorrow for my next craft." He muttered to himself as he made out of his way from the workshop. "Hmm, what should I do next? A spear? Bow? Axe? Shield?"

Cedric shook his head and decided to drop the subject. He'll just decide depending on the material that catches his attention. For now, he's a bit spent so he'd like to rest.

Making his way to the kitchen, he cooked something to eat and showered to clean himself. After resting for a while, he tuned in to the system to see if he missed something...turns out he didn't, but he was annoyed by the glaring amount of alerts that had accumulated on his comms.

"Whoever shared my number, I hope your pillows are hot on both sides each time you use them. I hope your food always tastes bland. And I hope that you trip on your way to your class!"

2745...that's how many private messages he received, and this isn't including the other ways that these people used to reach out to him.

Since his anonymity was already gone, he had no choice but to make his account public. Even then, he explicitly wrote on his profile that he was not interested in whatever they wanted to say. A bit rude yes, but that's who he is.

Unfortunately, that didn't really stop those obnoxious people from chasing after him.

Sighing as he rested on his couch, he muttered: "At least it's only this much and they don't dare to harass me in public."

"..."

"Fuck! Please tell me I didn't just jinx myself!?"