Is the person you sculpt as cute as me?

A man hurriedly walked out of the jungle.

A little girl, but not cute. On the contrary, there was hardly a single piece of healthy skin on her body, all covered with marks of new and old burns.

But she didn't care about it at all, and her eyes were quite indifferent. She just stared at Yu Man and his group.

She spoke: "There are so few people this time, which is quite strange... but after such a long absence, we finally have another group, so we can make do..." But she was talking to herself.

Yu Man immediately started thinking and analyzing the information in the other party's words.

Then the little girl spoke to them: "Hello, come with me."

"Where are we going?" Yu Man asked.

"Of course, this is a place to entertain you. First, you'll have some good food and drinks. Then, if you have any wishes, we can help you if we can. Anyway, follow me."

The people behind Yu Man were whispering, wondering why there was no immediate fight in this copy, but instead it seemed like they were being entertained.

Xiaolu looked at Yu Man and asked nervously and cautiously, "This time... I shouldn't have to come, right?"

Oh, she means pushing the plot.

That's right, I tried having Xiaolu personally advance the side quests and communicate with the NPCs before, but the results weren't ideal, and she herself had no confidence. As for this time...

"I'll do it."

The little deer breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Man immediately turned to the girl in front of him: "What's your name?"

"It's pointless. You can call me whatever you want. Just follow me."

"alright."

Led by Yu Man, the group walked in the jungle, as if they were just before a great war, or as if they were elementary school students enjoying a spring outing. It was a contradictory yet lively scene.

The road was not far and they soon arrived at the destination.

A piece of vacant land and a small brick house.

A deep pit the size of a tennis court and a carefully built warehouse.

Everyone found it strange and couldn't figure out what this place was used for.

Yu Man didn't rush to judge, but simply looked into the pit. There were many, many traces of battle, remnants of reality altered by magic... It looked like they hadn't been there all at once. The pit had been there for a long time, which was quite strange.

"Where can we get good food and drink?" Yu Man asked.

"Right here, outside the battle pit," the girl replied, then instructed as a matter of course, "You can camp here. I'll bring you some food. Then think of your wishes and regrets, and tell me later."

Regrets?

Yu Man immediately stopped her and asked, "What are we here for?"

Sometimes, asking a question directly is the shortest way to get the answer.

As it happens, it’s now.

The little girl looked confused and asked as a matter of course: "Aren't you all here to die?"

Silence for a few seconds fell in the air.

Only Yu Man remained calm: "In a sense, it is true, but what are we dying for?"

"...Uh, testing the sword."

The little girl continued, but with a strange puzzlement of "You don't know this?"

"You foreigners are not easily killed and have fighting power, so you are of course the best material for testing swords. That's why the master specially invited everyone here to test his newly forged weapons and slaughter everyone."

Okay, I see.

Is it sincere to treat them to delicious food and drinks, to resolve regrets and fulfill wishes? Most likely, that's true.

Of course, it is probably true that they were massacred.

……

ps

(It’s too late, too little, too little. I was wrong, I was wrong.)

077 Rust Remover

After explaining this, the guide walked away and returned to the room.

The players were left standing there in a daze, still digesting the situation.

"So...we're going to...fight this sword maker? Boss?"

"The other party seems very crazy and says they want to massacre us. What's going on?"

The guild members were a little confused because the situation was not very clear.

Their experience in the "Old World" dungeon is still shallow, and they are not very adapted to these strange dungeon processes.

For them, the copy should be something else.

After entering the door and walking for a while, you will encounter difficult monsters and a boss who acts as a gate god to test the player's damage and stress resistance.

As long as you have the equipment from the previous version, you can easily pass it, and then you can immediately get a little sweetness from the gate god to improve your equipment level before challenging the next boss. After defeating the final boss, there is a cool plot animation that cannot be skipped the first time.

This is what it should be.

But in the old world, the so-called copy is actually just intruding into other people's lives.

Now—they have intruded into the life of a craftsman.

They see craftsmen as providing experience, providing equipment, and providing a little challenge and fun pastime.

The craftsmen simply regarded them as being indestructible and somewhat capable of fighting—convenient wooden stakes for testing swords.

"What should we do now?" someone asked.

"Just break into their house and start fighting?" Xiaolu suggested.

Yu Man shook her head, but remained calm.

A surprise attack is a good option... but not now.

Their equipment and specialization were shoddy, and there was no guarantee of victory. A rash confrontation would only interrupt the normal process and miss the opportunity for a proper strategy. Therefore, all we had to do now was follow their guidance.

"That's fine, we'll set up camp here, and then we'll set up a resurrection point."

"it is good."

The uneasy crowd heard the exact instructions and were immediately calmed by the soft girl's voice.

The little deer took out a fairly large pile of camping tools and called on everyone to help.

Their enthusiasm for playing the game gradually faded, which instead increased the joy of the outing.

Large tents, capable of accommodating multiple people, were propped up by wooden stakes driven into the ground. A campfire awaited lighting, a platform for laying out supplies, and places to sit and lie down gradually became available.

Then--

"As expected of a stranger, you're so indifferent to death that you're even in the mood for camping."

At some point, the little girl who acted as a guide appeared outside the tent.

Her appearance was a bit scary, after all, there was not a single piece of healthy skin on her body.

The burns, new or old, are like oil paintings with one stroke covering another.

"Have we brought our food?" Yu Man asked casually.

"I brought it, as well as spring water, goat milk, coconuts, seafood... you can help yourself."

The little girl brought a monster that looked like a livestock and brought a cart of goods containing the supplies she mentioned.

Everyone was confused, wondering if this was poison? Or perhaps it was a bonus from the dungeon. This girl wasn't an enemy, but a support character. Various thoughts raced through their minds.

Some people also asked directly -

It was Yago: "My daughter, didn't you say you were going to kill us? If you really send us food, our stomachs will burst and our intestines will spill out, and the contents will be cheap for the land."

The little girl shook her head and explained, "...You are dying to test the sword. You are not sinners or evil beings. Of course we must treat you with courtesy... After all, we are swordsmiths."

Seeing that they were talking on the phone, everyone started to communicate with the little girl.

Yu Man listened silently and collected information.

She couldn't concentrate on speaking. As the highest-level magician here, she could sense a hint of restlessness in the air.

The elemental magic powers that came from that house were very uneasy, but at the same time they were infected by greed and disgust.

She recognized the feeling.

This is the final process before the evil blade appears in the world.

Then, with its sharpness and power, its mere presence there would be enough to change the ecology of an ordinary island.

Therefore, nature, which constitutes the island ecology, fears its arrival, yet also hopes for its arrival.

And this feeling—

"Your master is forging a seventh-level blade... probably a one-handed sword." Yu Man spoke softly, as if promising a child candy.

"...You?" The little girl looked at Yu Man in astonishment.

The one-handed sword naturally has a restrained temperament, which just fits the flow of magic on the island today.

If it were a two-handed sword, it would have a sense of grandeur that could sweep across the world, and it would be tougher and more fiery... which doesn't fit the current feeling.

The knives are vicious, their edges tinging the island with a simple brutality that makes people instinctively uneasy.

So, she understands.

It's more like he's knowledgeable and experienced.

If it is a sixth-level sword, it will not affect the ecology.

If it is an eighth-level sword, its power will be visible to the naked eye.

"Besides, it's fire-attributed—the oil lamp we lit is swaying." Yu Man pointed at the shadows in the house, "It will be our enemy later."

This information alone is enough for Yu Man to judge what will happen next.

Therefore, she has already started to think about strategies.

But I don’t know whether her answer came faster or the sword was forged faster.

Even a middle-aged man like Yago, who was insensitive to the outside world and curled up in plate armor, could feel the flow of magic in the air.

He looked up, along with everyone else—and all the animals on the island—at the ordinary house.

——The sword will be forged.

The air became dry, and even breathing seemed to burn my nostrils.

People will subconsciously touch their skin to make sure there is no extra fabric there that is causing heat.

Then--

"——Boom!"

Like thunder.

The final blow ended with a loud bang.

"Inscription." Yu Man subconsciously said the final step.

From the material to the sword blank, it needs to be forged into a prototype, every material used needs to be integrated, and then the details need to be ground out.

Then, magic or the power of nature is used to give it magic and pure sharpness, similar to quenching in reality.

After that, there is correction, more exquisite grinding... and finally that hammer just now.

The inscription representing the craftsman is carved into the finished product.

In other words—the sword is ready.

"It's so hot." The little deer complained subconsciously while drinking water.