Ark Undead

"See this helmet? Doesn't it look exactly the same as before?"

"Yes."

The immortal nodded.

"Besides the color, are there any differences?"

"Of course! Look carefully!"

The blacksmith excitedly took a hammer down from the wall, placed the helmet on the ground, and then swung it down!

Ding!

A tooth-grinding sound rang out from where the hammer met the helmet.

The blacksmith himself was so shocked that he took two steps back and even lost his grip on the hammer!

"Cough! Hahaha! Cough cough..."

The blacksmith pointed to the ground, where there was only a helmet with friction marks, and said excitedly.

"Look! Hahaha! Look!"

Indeed, the helmet only suffered a slight scratch from the impact of the sledgehammer.

It didn't even produce the slightest deformation!

"My Terra! I really have no idea what has happened to this piece of iron."

The blacksmith stood up, clapped his hands, casually tossed aside his hammer, and looked excitedly at the undead.

"Do you know how many iron blocks I used to repair your armor?"

"How many?"

The immortal asked, also curious about what changes had occurred.

"This set of equipment is for you, double the price!"

The blacksmith shook his head; he couldn't believe he had ever been able to do something like that.

"It's like another space I didn't know about has appeared, and all the steel that was added has been hammered into it!"

The blacksmith picked up the helmet from the ground, blew off the dust, and handed it to the Undead.

"These are the armors you gave me. I discovered that these changes only occurred because they were the armors you wore."

He waved his hand and recounted the things that surprised him.

"The steel became tougher, even able to withstand deformation from impacts to some extent. After I discovered these things, I completely remelted the armor you brought back. Do you know what happened?"

The blacksmith held up one finger.

"It's become half of what I saw last time! It's shrunk by half! Do you know what that means? There's no way to explain it; it's completely beyond my comprehension!"

"To compensate for its mass, I kept adding metal to it, and then more and more, and more and more!"

"By the time I added enough armor to cover my entire body, it had already used up twice the original amount of metal! If I didn't know that my skills hadn't reached that level yet, I would have thought it was my hammer that made it like this!"

At this point, the blacksmith couldn't help but glance at the undead.

“Old man, I really don’t know what you’ve been through to make this armor change like this. But I believe it must be a signal.”

The undead stared at the armor; he might know why, but he wasn't sure.

More precisely, his instincts told him that this change was normal and reasonable.

However, he had absolutely no memory of it.

"But the shield and longsword didn't undergo this change. So I could only do some basic repairs and then upgrade them a little according to military standards."

The blacksmith took out a longsword wrapped in cloth and a shield from the bottom of the box.

"I've taken care of everything that needed maintenance for you. Don't let my skills go to waste!"

The Undead took the sword and shield, which were indeed brand new; even the scratches on the sword had been meticulously repaired.

The entire blade is longer and more slender, and the cut surfaces and blade gleam with a cold light, as if it were brand new.

The large tear in the shield had completely disappeared; the original wound had been thoroughly filled and even thickened by the blacksmith, as if recognizing the Undead's parrying habits and making special treatment for him.

In short, old man, just go ahead and pursue your dreams!

The blacksmith reached out and patted the Undead on the shoulder, giving him a thumbs up and flashing a smile that revealed his white teeth.

"Keep it up! I'm looking forward to seeing you on TV!"

Just as the Undead was about to say something, a woman's voice came from the room behind the blacksmith.

"Ander! It's time to eat!"

"Okay! Coming right away!"

The blacksmith, known as Ander, patted the Undead on the shoulder again and winked at him.

"The lady is calling me for dinner. After you change your armor, you can leave the one you're wearing now with me; I don't think you'll need it anymore."

He rubbed his palms together.

"Hehe, consider this my payment. I used so much iron, charging you just to cover the cost is no problem, right?"

The immortal nodded and agreed.

"I'll head over now! You can handle it yourself. Once you're done, just leave on your own. I won't see you off."

Ander ran to the back room in two strides, and it was clear that he was really happy.

Ander shouted as he ran.

"Honey, I'm here!"

...

"It's so boring. The Cavaliers haven't had any decent players lately, and there haven't been any interesting games."

The old knight took a sip of beer and exhaled.

"Ha! Martin, what do you think?"

Bald Martin, who was tidying up the bar, glanced at the old knight but didn't say anything.

"Hey, still worried about that knight?"

The old knight curled his lip; he felt it was completely unnecessary.

Given that knight's strength, even if he were robbed, only those fools would be in trouble.

Moreover, no one in all of Kazimierz has found the Undead; some people have only said that they think they saw him leave the city.

What extraordinary abilities could Maria and her companions possibly possess?

The old knight was about to extend his glass, asking Martin to give him another drink.

Then I heard the bar door behind me being pushed open.

ding ding ding...

The wind chimes hanging by the door tinkled as the door was pushed open.

Welcome!

Martin looked up and greeted him as usual.

The old knight stared back and saw only a large white bear walk in.

"cut..."

"What's wrong, Old F? Why do you look so disappointed when you see it's me?"

The white bear sat down next to the old knight, patted him on the back, and waved to Martin.

"Excuse me, just like before, give me a drink too."

The old knight pouted but didn't say anything.

He thought it was someone else.

ding ding ding...

The old knight looked back again.

It's Maria and Zofia.

"Hey? Master, why do you look so unhappy?"

Little Maria ran in and saw the old knight looking dejected. She asked him curiously.

The old knight waved his hand, saying nothing.

"Old Fu keeps saying he won't look for it, but he just sits here waiting every day."

At this moment, bald Martin spoke up, smiling as he looked at the old knight.

"Isn't it just that you hope to see someone?"

"Hey, Martin, don't talk to me like that! You've been standing behind the counter waiting for the past few days without changing shifts! Tell me, aren't you waiting for someone too?"

The old knight glared at him, his face showing a hint of displeasure.

"Who wouldn't want to see that knight again? I really want to see his superb martial arts skills again."

Big Bear also sighed.

Zofia pulled Maria to sit down on the side, and neither of them said anything.

Zofia had searched, but apart from the undead leaving Kazimierz, there was no other news.

Maria wasn't worried about the Undead's safety at all; her only concern was whether the Undead could make it to this year's Major.

It's been five days already, and there's still no news of anyone dying.

Does this mean the teacher isn't planning to participate in the competition?

She glanced worriedly at the calendar hanging beside her.

Now, if I calculate it, there are only about ten days left. Is it enough time...?

At that moment, the tavern door was pushed open.