Can anyone provide me with the attributes of a Bugged Sword? Make it as overpowered as possible, thanks.
But I can't blame her for thinking I'm an idiot. Anyone who saw how clueless I looked just now would think the same.
Is this my fault? Not really. Psychologists analyze that when a person is alone, they often do some strange things completely different from their daily life, to vent their suppressed feelings. This is normal behavior.
So, it wasn't her fault, nor was it mine. This was God's Will. Just when I thought I was alone, she happened to be by my side. Rather than calling it fate, it's more appropriate to call it a rather awkward ill-fated relationship that neither of us wanted...
But no matter how she looked at me, whether she thought I was a newbie or not, I still had to go see her. Because she was the only Blacksmith in this Camp, Charsi...
"Lady Charsi, hello. May God's radiance forever shine upon you."
I walked forward, placed my right hand on my chest, and struck a very elegant noble's pose.
"Uh~~ You... hello."
Charsi was clearly not keen on this kind of greeting method I'd learned from online novels. She was stunned for a while before reacting.
"How can I help you?"
Charsi, as expected of someone who had been a Blacksmith for many years, quickly adjusted her mindset. She finally straightened up and said with a friendly expression, inwardly convincing herself: Whether the other person is an idiot or a fool, they are still a customer. Since they are a customer, they should be treated equally.
It was only when Charsi truly stood up that I realized how slim my future with her was. She was probably only slightly shorter than Yao Ming. If I had kept my gaze straight ahead, I would definitely have been seen as a perverted wolf, because when I looked straight, my eyes were perfectly aligned with her enormous, soccer-ball-sized breasts. OMG~~
Actually, Akara had also introduced me to this Barbarian female Blacksmith, the only one who could repair Equipment in the Rogue Encampment. I just didn't pay much attention at the time because Akara told me that Charsi's Hammer, which she relied on for a living, had been stolen by Monsters. With just the ordinary Hammer she had now, the probability of forging Equipment was absolutely no more than 0.1%. At most, she could only help Adventurers repair their Equipment. So, it was best not to expect to buy Weapons from her. Of course, occasionally trying your luck was fine; maybe when you went, she just happened to hit that 0.1% probability.
Hearing this, I didn't hold out much hope for Charsi either. 0.1%, what a tiny probability! It made sense; if her success rate were high, those Adventurers on the street wouldn't have to keep carrying around Wooden Clubs.
So, I asked with great hope: "Do you have any Equipment for sale?"
Why with great hope, and not just a sliver of hope? Because I was hoping she'd say no. As for the reason, ahem... It seems the 10 Gold Coins Lars gave me were already partially spent at the Tavern. I wonder if there's enough left to repair the Durability of the Wooden Club in my hand. Ahem...
Just as I expected, Charsi's eyes dimmed. "I'm sorry, sir, I still, I still..."
She bit her lip hard, her brown pupils trembling violently, and lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong.
"Ah, I'm sorry, I..."
I didn't know that a casual remark from me would hit her so hard. As one of the most excellent Blacksmiths of the Barbarian tribe, yet unable to make Equipment because her Hammer was stolen, it was like an excellent young and strong soccer player who couldn't step onto the field. This kind of pain constantly gnawed at her heart like a Nightmare.
Seeing her dazed, lowering her head with a pale face, her unyielding lips tightly pursed, I knew that even if I could say something at this moment, she probably wouldn't hear it.
I could only choose to quietly leave.
"Wait."
I hadn't walked far when Charsi suddenly called out to me.
"Inside the Monastery Barracks, there is a Blacksmith. The Hammer he holds, although not as good as the one I lost, is still capable of crafting a piece of Equipment. If you can get that Hammer, I can promise to craft Equipment for you for free. But you must be careful. That Blacksmith's Defense is very strong. His overall Strength is not much less than Andariel's. Don't risk it if you're not confident."
Charsi finished speaking softly, then lowered her head again and began hammering the iron piece in her Furnace with a 'ding ding' sound. But in the instant she lowered her head, I clearly saw her red-rimmed eyes.
Watching her forcefully hammer that innocent piece of iron with 'ding ding ding' sounds, I didn't need to look to know the deep sorrow hidden within her heart. As an excellent Blacksmith, being looked at with expectant eyes by thousands of Adventurers, yet feeling the pain of being willing but unable – she chose to escape, hiding in this sparsely populated corner, avoiding those expectant looks, quietly crafting some Common Items here. How humiliating this must be for her!
I made up my mind that in the future, when I had the Strength, I would definitely farm that Blacksmith ten or a hundred times, so she could stand tall again...
But, her chest really is big...
After meeting Charsi, it reminded me of another place. No, to be precise, it should be three places: Gheed who handles gambling, the Waypoint in the Rogue Encampment, and the Stash. I don't have Money for Gheed yet, and considering the situations with Akara and Charsi, he might not even have Equipment, so I'll ignore him for now. As for the Waypoint, it's said that Akara, to prevent Adventurers from overestimating themselves and teleporting to areas with enemies they can't defeat, requires people to first find a local Waypoint in the Wilderness before it can be permanently activated for them. I haven't activated any Waypoints yet, so going there would be useless. Therefore, for me, only the last place is worth visiting.
When I met Lars, he had told me that during the Class Change, I would receive a rough Wooden Club with 0-2 Attack and a rusty Round Shield with 2 Defense. At that time, Lars asked me, where did my Wooden Club and Round Shield go?
Who can tell me what I should have said? Should I say I accidentally dropped them while running away when I encountered enemies?
Great, I might have been chopped into meat paste by Lars and the two Barbarian brothers the moment I finished speaking. That would truly be the shame of an Adventurer!
Accidentally lost them? That wouldn't work either. If I said that, although it might not make them kill me in anger, their attitude towards me would definitely be completely different. After all, an Adventurer who doesn't respect their Equipment and carelessly loses it isn't worthy of anyone's respect. They might even immediately throw me out into the Wilderness and leave me there.
So, I could only say that the Wooden Club and Round Shield were put into my Stash. I originally just wanted to come out for a walk to clear my head and happened to get lost. Although I was mocked as a newbie by them for a long time because of this, it was at least a decent outcome.
And why I wanted to go to the Stash, to put it plainly, was to see if I had actually hit the mark like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse. Did Heaven throw me into the Wilderness and also casually toss the Equipment that should have belonged to me into the Stash?
Originally, I had a bit of resentment. After all, throwing me into the Wilderness without giving me any Equipment was just too unreasonable. At least those Adventurers were given a Wooden Club and a Round Shield. As for me, there's a high probability I was directly pulled over by the so-called God. This identity is different! It's like working for a Commoner versus working for an Emperor. Although it's the same job, compared to those Adventurers, I at least have a bit of that "royal relative" vibe. As the saying goes, "Even a third-rank official at the Prime Minister's gate," so giving me a Mythical Item wouldn't be too much to ask.
But then, I couldn't help but feel extremely fortunate. Luckily, the place I was thrown into was the Blood Wasteland, not places like the Inventory or Stash, where I might have turned into some unknown object with Attributes like "Attack 0-0, Indestructible, possessing Sentience." That would be even more pathetic. It would be fine if someone took me and worshipped me as a Mythical Item, but that chance is very small. By the looks of it, a Weapon formed by a certain man in a rather strange pose would look quite punchable.
All things considered, my real purpose was still to go look inside the Stash. Since Heaven threw me into this world, besides the identities of Adventurer and Redeemer, were there any other benefits waiting for me...?
The location of the Stash was in the center of the Camp Center, which was near the most magnificent Fountain. After wandering around, I quickly arrived at my destination.
This was a very large Plaza, extremely large. In the center of the Plaza, there was a Rhombic Column emitting a pure white radiance. According to Akara, this Crystal was made by Tal Rasha during the most developed period of Spatial Magic, in imitation of the Worldstone. Although it ultimately failed, the failed product, which was this Rhombic Column Crystal, produced unexpected functions. It possessed the function of Storage Space within it. This wasn't all; its most important features were Independence and Interconnectedness. The so-called Independence meant that it could provide every Adventurer with an independent, limited Storage Space, possessing Confidentiality. Just like a DNA Test, once you put something in, no one except you yourself could get anything from your Storage Space.
As for Interconnectedness, how should I put it? It's similar to the Sharing Function of the Internet. Something you put in at this location can be retrieved at another location.
(end of chapter)