Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five
As the echoes of content sighs and soft murmurs faded into the quiet of the pocket dimension, Crow finally managed to sit down beside a crystal projection screen. He had needed some peace—what little existed—with three Primordial God-ranks clinging to his attention like rare loot.
The moment the interface lit up, a memory struck him like a bolt of lightning.
"Right…" he muttered. "The SSSSS-rank blacksmith."
Her name had been Veyra Ironshade, a mythical figure from his past life. No one had ever managed to recruit her, not even the top ten guilds combined. It wasn't because she was impossible to find—but because her requirements were absurd. A smith so powerful that her mere crafting aura could enhance gear two full ranks higher, and her skills could imbue divine and even primordial-grade materials with passive effects.
To unlock her quest, a player had to find:
A forge blessed by the Primordial Flame. Three unknown-tier crafting materials from different dimensions. A divine artifact she once forged but lost in battle. And finally… a "wielder worthy of eternity."
Crow stared at the screen for a long second, then smirked.
"I meet the last requirement already."
He opened a private interface and sent command requests to multiple units—Sylvanna, Liana, Elyndra, and even his SSSS-rank hero Zephyra. Each would track one lead. He also sent a quiet directive to his undead armies to begin scouting rumored old forges and hidden dimensional rifts.
If he could bring Veyra Ironshade under his command… not even the system could predict what would come next.
"Time to gather a myth."