The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

The camera then discreetly moved away from the house.

The light inside the window flickered.

The night breeze blew through the courtyard.

Big Black looked up for a moment, then buried its head back in its paws.

The night has passed.

It falls during the day.

The image on the dome looked like it had been fast-forwarded.

Yan Cong travels between his hometown and the weapon-refining tower every day.

I watch videos during the day.

Practice forging.

When I get home in the evening, I cook, feed my grandma, do laundry, and tidy up the room.

Liang Rumeng sometimes leaned against the doorway and watched him.

Sometimes she deliberately acts cute.

Sometimes I would call him when he had just started writing his notes.

Each time, Yan Cong would stop.

He would frown, he would get tired, but in the end he would still coax her.

Beyond the sky.

Yan Cong looked at himself in the sky, his gaze gradually darkening.

That wasn't hatred towards Liang Rumeng.

It's the weariness that resurfaces from that period of time.

There's also that feeling of helplessness, like you're giving it your all but something is always pulling you back.

Now he understands...

It's not that he didn't work hard enough, it's that damn Heavenly Dao is deliberately targeting him!

In the sky.

The span of four or five days was compressed into a rapidly flowing piece of light and shadow.

until a certain moment.

"boom--"

A loud hammer blow shattered the screen.

The camera suddenly dropped.

Return to the interior of the Refining Tower.

Inside the weapon-refining room, hot air billowed.

Yan Cong was shirtless, holding a sledgehammer in his right hand and a piece of red-hot material in his left with iron tongs.

Sweat dripped down his chin.

As soon as it hit the ground, it was dried out by the high temperature.

"Bang!"

"Bang bang bang—"

The hammer blows came one after another.

The sparks exploded.

Red light flew wildly.

The sword blank slowly takes shape through repeated forging.

Yan Cong's arms were already trembling slightly.

But the position where each hammer fell remained stable.

Xiao Ai, number 108, stood to the side, her electronic eyes flashing rapidly.

"The hammering angle deviation is 0.7 degrees."

"The force is stable."

"The material has a 91% impurity removal rate."

"Honey, the progress is excellent!"

Yan Cong ignored it.

He picked up the sword blank and put it into the quenching pool.

"Sizzle—"

White mist rose.

The bright red sword blank quickly darkened.

Yan Cong stared at the pool water and began to count down.

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

"seven……"

When the time comes.

He immediately drew out the sword blank.

After it cooled down naturally, he took out a file from the toolbox and smoothed the edges little by little.

Then it is sent to a high-speed rotating grinding wheel for sharpening.

A harsh, screeching sound rang out.

Sparks flew along the blade.

Yan Cong's eyes turned red from the smoke.

He didn't blink.

last step.

Tempering and quenching.

Yan Cong put the refined sword blank back into the furnace.

Flames rise.

The sword gradually turned red.

Once the color reached the point mentioned in the video, he immediately pressed the button to turn off the flame.

"Click."

The flames went out.

Inside the weapon-refining room, only the residual heat remained.

Yan Cong stared at the sword inside the furnace.

His fingers gripped the pliers tightly.

He can't do the final steps of engraving, sealing spirits, and nurturing the artifact now.

For an ordinary person.

Whether this sword will be made or not, the answer is already here.

Yan Cong stared at it.

His lips moved.

"three."

"two."

"one."

"Click—"

The middle section of the sword suddenly split open.

Yan Cong's pupils contracted.

next second.

"Bang!!!"

The entire sword shattered with a deafening roar.

The debris struck the protective shield, creating a dense cluster of white dots.

The weapon-refining room fell silent.

Yan Cong stood there, staring at the pile of fragments for a long time.

So long that Xiao Ai, number 108, didn't dare to make a sound.

Why...?

Yan Cong's throat moved slightly.

The voice was so low it was almost inaudible.

"I walked each step perfectly."

"I didn't make any random changes this time."

"I followed the instructions in the video."

Why...?

His knees buckled and he collapsed to the ground.

In the corner, a pile of broken materials had already been gathered.

Long sword.

Short knife.

Big bow.

dagger.

Various weapon fragments were piled up haphazardly, their edges covered in charred and shattered marks.

Fifty or sixty thousand.

Everything is here.

income.

Not a penny.

Xiao Ai, number 108, huddled in a corner, her electronic eyes flashing wildly.

"That shouldn't be the case!"

"This time, my simulation of his weapon forging should have a 100% success rate!"

"Why did it suddenly explode?"

"This is the first time I've ever encountered something like this!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

Several identical AI projections were also squatting around it.

The name tags hanging on their chests read:

309.

308.

215.

409.

Clearly, Yan Cong has changed quite a few weapon-refining rooms in the past few days.

But every single one is the same.

There are no problems up to this point.

The final step will definitely cause a bomb to explode.

Xiao Ai, number 309, hugged her knees.

"This is the first time I've encountered something like this."

Xiao Ai, number 308, nodded.

"Me too!"

The No. 215 Xiao Ai electronic eye flashed very quickly.

"According to the database records, there was nothing wrong with his actions just now."

Xiao Ai, number 409, added a sentence.

"So where exactly does the problem lie?"

Xiao Ai, number 108, looked down at Yan Cong.

The boy sat on the ground, his hand still in the position of holding a hammer.

However, the hammer handle had already slid halfway down from his palm.

"Beep beep beep..."

The name tag on Xiao Ai's chest, number 108, rang.

The package time is up.

It glanced down at the prompt, then looked at Yan Cong sitting on the ground.

A few seconds later, it gritted its teeth.

A clap of the little hand.

I pressed the notification button directly.

"Kiss me..."

It became much quieter.

"Why don't you review it again?"

Yan Cong did not answer.

He stood up unsteadily, picked up his coat from the ground, and walked out without a word.

Xiao Ai, number 108, took two steps and then stopped.

Outside the weapon-refining tower.

The evening market hadn't closed yet.

There were many people in line.

As soon as Yan Cong came out, the surrounding noise subsided.

Soon, it turned into uncontrollable whispers.

"Look!"

"I heard it was him. He spent five or six days forging weapons, burning through fifty or sixty thousand coins, and didn't even get any scraps!"

"I heard he always inexplicably fails at the last step!"

"Don't you think he's unlucky?!"

"Hey, don't say that! Quick, quick, let's stay away from him. It wouldn't be good if we caught some bad luck!"

Yan Cong stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head.

The queue of people had somehow parted.

The original straight line was forcibly twisted into a "∩" shape.

He stood in the middle.

People stood on both sides.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

Those gazes darted around, carrying a mixture of disdain and a hint of amusement.

Yan Cong twitched his finger.

When I was young.

The children gathered at the alley entrance looked at him the same way.

"Bad luck."

"A cursed ghost that will bring death to your parents."

"Stay away from him."

"You'll be unlucky."

[Please wait a moment, there are three more chapters to go.]