There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Gray skillfully operated the bellows, regulated the furnace, and melted the raw materials, making full use of the advantages he had gained from growing up in the blacksmith's workshop.

At this moment, the whole room was filled with a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Seeing that the iron had almost melted, Gray used tongs to take out two unremarkable metal objects from the messy pile of ore and introduced them to me.

"This is mithril. It is as malleable as bronze and can be polished like glass. Dwarves can forge it into a metal that is stronger than steel yet as light as a feather. It is as beautiful as ordinary silver, but the luster of mithril will not fade with time."

"I will add it to my work to ensure its perfection!"

Gray picked up the mithril, burned off the impurities in the high-temperature flame, and threw it directly into the furnace of molten iron.

A strange thing happened: the furnace of molten iron, which was originally red-hot and flowing, began to slowly stop rolling after the mithril was added.

A rainbow of colors appeared on the molten iron, revealing a unique charm as bubbles rose.

At that moment, I could feel that even the temperature of the stove had dropped a few degrees.

"Oh no, Marcus, come help me!"

Gray's expression changed drastically, and he immediately ran to the stove and said to me.

I think I understand what happened.

It's not that mithril has any mysterious cooling properties; it's simply that this small piece of mithril caused a qualitative change in the molten iron, causing its heat capacity to rise rapidly.

Originally, a temperature of 1,000 degrees Celsius was enough to reliably melt steel, but now that temperature has been absorbed by a small pot of molten iron, and the heat can no longer harm these steels mixed with mithril!

"I never imagined mithril could be so amazing!"

I exclaimed.

According to legend, mithril has an excellent affinity for magic. It seems that in reality, not only its affinity for magic, but also its affinity for energy far exceeds my imagination.

Perhaps magic is also a form of energy?

After a series of continuous efforts, including controlling ventilation, adding coal, and adding combustion aids, the two of us finally managed to bring the furnace temperature back to a suitable level.

"Is this really going to work? The molten iron doesn't seem to be moving at all."

I wiped the sweat from my brow and asked Gray.

"It should be fine. Mithril is always in a low-temperature state. As long as it remains liquid, its temperature is sufficient for forging."

Gray checked the time and finally began to pour the molten iron into a mold, preparing for the short-handling stage.

I nodded silently. It seems that there is indeed a family tradition behind all these things.

His craftsmanship, material selection, and time management all reflect his accumulated experience.

I originally thought that with the help of the system, I could win this competition with just a short bow and a club. Now it seems that Gray has every reason to be proud.

The items produced by those two manual processing points are no longer sufficient. I wonder if the system has any more powerful weapons.

Otherwise, I really don't know if I could... win?

While I was still lost in thought, I saw Gray vigorously swinging his hammer, shaping a piece of iron that was already beginning to take shape into a unique form.

Then, step by step, it was quenched, heated, and forged again, and finally the results were presented to me.

"This is my masterpiece!"

Gray confidently took the weapon and handed it to me.

I took it and saw that the weapon had a slightly curved arc, which ended at a right angle at the edge. It was slender and sharp, and every part of it had a silvery-white color.

The simply sharpened areas already shimmered with a rainbow-like luster, appearing elegant and charming under the sunlight.

The handle is still made of metal, giving it a solid and powerful look. It also features special lines and patterns to increase friction and make it easier for users to grip.

I held it in my hand and weighed it. This thing, which was clearly made entirely of metal, felt light and didn't affect my ability to swing it at all.

Gray gave me a stick to test, and with a casual wave of my hand, the stick was split in two as easily as thin paper, the cut smooth and clean, like a mirror.

What a weapon that can cut through iron like mud!

Wait a mininute!

Something seems off...

"Gray, I haven't had the chance to ask yet. What's the name of this weapon you forged?"

"Knife."

"No... I mean, this shape, doesn't it have a more fitting name?"

"No, let's call it Curved Blade then."

"...I have a suggestion, though it's not perfect. See if you'll take it or not."

"Please speak."

"In terms of its application and design, we generally call this weapon a sickle, an agricultural sickle, the kind used for cutting rice..."

"This isn't a weapon at all!"

Gray's previously composed expressionless face crumbled instantly.

"Damn it! I was seen through!"

This isn't a question of whether or not you can see through it!

You didn't try to hide anything at all!

Even the inward curve angle of the agricultural sickle has been preserved perfectly!

The blades are all facing inwards!

"Ahem, Gray, you don't seem to know how to forge weapons, do you?"

Gray's face showed even more despair.

"Grandpa only knows how to make farm tools, and I'm so desperate! All I can make are hoes, sickles, and watering cans..."

Okay, now I know why Gray always does things that piss off Sebala.

How could a stubborn master craftsman who only knows how to make farm tools, with a delusional apprentice obsessed with making weapons, not run into trouble?

"So the reason you forged a pure iron hoe last time was also because..."

"I just wanted to forge a long spear, but Grandpa came back halfway there, so I had to forge it into a hoe instead..."

"Okay, you've had it tough too..."

I said helplessly, then walked to the forging table and focused my attention on the corner of my field of vision.

Welcome to Tynan Sylvester's Colony Simulator!

"Forging station detected. Forging station work tasks available!"

"Please make a selection, player."

I looked at the projects above, and perhaps because the raw materials and equipment are readily available, all the projects here show as available. So I'll choose a more conventional weapon...

This is it!

My eyes lit up, and I selected the work task.

Gray was still standing there in despair, feeling that he could never get past the huge pit of Sebala on his path to becoming a master weapon maker.

He has absolutely no desire to become a farm implement master!

Suddenly, he saw me steady myself, and my whole body in front of the forging table exuded a fierce aura, as if suppressing the flames!

Then my figure transformed into a phantom and began to fly freely in front of the forging table!

Chapter 39 3000 (This last part is a Chinese idiom and doesn't translate directly.)

I stood before the forging table, naturally surrendering my body to the control of the colonist system, and awaited its operation.

Then, my body felt a powerful push-back sensation, as if a huge force was pushing me from behind to perform the next action.

I felt my hand exert a little force, and I had already selected a piece of steel ingot from the ore rack of Sebala. The ingot was of excellent size and quality and was directly thrown into the blast furnace to wait for it to melt.

Meanwhile, on the other side, I had already placed tools such as hammers and chisels within easy reach.

In fact, during this stage of hand-casting, tool making was divided into two types: casting and forging.

The casting process is similar to when Gray forged that scythe, pouring molten iron into a pre-prepared mold, and then further processing it after it takes shape.

The advantage of this method is its simplicity and ability to guarantee the quality of the finished product. With experienced foundry workers and precise timing control, defective products are less likely to occur.

However, the downside is that the internal structure is cast in one piece, making it impossible to make any further modifications; all that can be done is sharpen the blade.

In ancient times, these types of tools, produced in large quantities, often had excessive impurities, making steel swords and knives prone to breaking.

The second method is forging.

The purpose of forging is to hammer and fold steel with tools such as hammers, or to manually grind the entire material into shape with the help of later tools.

The drawback of this process is its massive workload, relying on manual hammering to separate impurities from the raw materials and fuse various ingredients together. However, this method, unintentionally, allowed carbon to permeate the steel through the hammering process, which also inspired the development of high-carbon steel.

However, the drawback of this skill is also very obvious: it is time-consuming and labor-intensive.

Such forging often requires two people or multiple groups to work day and night to forge and remove impurities, ultimately creating a weapon with beautiful patterns and excellent craftsmanship.

By adding mithril, Gray transformed the steel into an alloy, significantly reducing the requirements for the forging process. The higher melting point of the alloy also helped to burn off impurities, allowing for a single, molded shaping to create a sharp scythe.

I did not use any other materials, but only ordinary iron ingots, so the system adopted a forging process.

However, the forging process is clearly not what I expected...

I placed a red-hot, semi-solidified iron block on the forging table, raised a hammer in each hand, and began forging it.

For a moment, all Gray saw was me, who had been motionless before the molten iron melted, suddenly move by the edge of the forging table.

The hammers in both hands struck the iron ingots in turn.

What's terrifying is that what Gray saw wasn't two hands, but two blurry shadows.

Even with his specially trained eyesight, he could only see the shadows of two hands at full power, which had already created afterimages!

The two hands seemed to move up and down lightly, but each strike had a very obvious vibration, and even the air in front of him trembled.

With each strike of the hammer, Gray heard a continuous series of clanging sounds, like silver bells being casually plucked.

However, countless hammer marks quietly spread across the steel ingot, making it like a piece of clay that can be manipulated at will.