Star Forge Titan

However, as the founder and leader of the entire Freedom Fist, the items mentioned in the old man's suicide note were so ordinary and cheap that it was unbelievable.

"Give my favorite pot to Mia in the kitchen." "Give my favorite oil lamp to little Kafka in the tailor Ram's family. Calculating the date, the little guy should be going to school this year." "Give the rocking chair that Ivan gave me to that old girl, Kalijia. To be honest, I really like this chair. Uh, why not put it in my coffin, if I still have half a little finger left after this war that will need it in the coffin, hahahaha..."

Looking at these plain words, Alvin could feel the indifference and joy of his master when he wrote these words, and at the same time he felt that a certain solid sadness in his heart was slowly melting.

Regarding his own death, Rigor had no hesitation, only complete calmness. It was as if, for him, death was not just a complete farewell to everyone, but also a brand new adventure, a journey that was even freer than in life.

As for fear, perhaps there was still a little bit of it, but this little bit of fear obviously could not change the decision of the Great Elder Rigor, a decision that had been made more than a hundred years ago.

Even though he had just gained his own freedom, he decided to bet all his strength on the millions of oppressed people in this desert who were not yet free.

At the end of the letter, Rigor's tone suddenly became serious and solemn.

He first told Brad not to feel sad about his death, and then made it very clear that he cast his vote for Brad not only because he was his apprentice, but also because of all the efforts Brad had made, all the blood he had shed, and all the responsibilities he had shouldered as a boxer in the past decade.

Rigor did not make such arbitrary remarks as saying that Brad must be the next leader of the alliance. Instead, he very objectively pointed out in his suicide note the various contributions Brad had made after becoming a boxer, and asked everyone to entrust the heavy trust they had once placed in him to Brad, believing that the latter would not let such precious trust down.

At the same time, the Great Elder also encouraged everyone in the alliance to continue to persevere in the action of liberating the people of the desert, not to be afraid of death, and even less to be afraid of the Witch King. The former is a natural thing that is bound to come, while the latter is a remnant of the old era that is bound to be defeated.

At the end of the letter, Alvin was not surprised to see his own name.

Rigor said that although he was a stranger who came to the desert from a foreign land, he definitely had a noble and sincere heart of gold. Even though they had just met for a short time, he was willing to contribute his strength to the cause of liberating the oppressed.

Then, the deceased old man also said that this young man possessed talents and gifts beyond imagination, and hoped that the boxing fighters of the alliance would be willing to teach him and pass on everything about boxing to him.

Rigor asked Ivan sincerely, yes, he used the word "please", asking him to take his boxing skills to a higher level and see the scenery there for him.

Then came a few lines of small words with the nagging tone unique to the elderly.

"Brad, my foolish disciple, you must be just as unable to comprehend the profound meaning of the Holy Fist Codex as an old fool like me. But there's no need to feel inferior. After all, those five completely insane villains couldn't understand it either. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to steal (crossed out) and borrow it a hundred years ago. But your clever junior brother might be able to understand it, so give him that beautiful little stone."

"Original?" Ivan looked up at Brad in confusion.

"Yeah." Brad nodded and casually took out a square crystal from his pocket.

"This is what my teacher took from the treasure house of the First Wizard King, Horhara, a hundred years ago..." Brad paused with a subtle expression.

"One of the items borrowed from the Sorcerer King's treasury. At first, Master didn't understand what it was, but during a period of deep meditation, he unexpectedly gained a lot of information from it, which he later used to develop the original Storm Fighting Holy Fist."

"What?" Alvin was a little surprised. He never thought that there was such a wonderful background behind the Lan Dou Sheng Quan.

In addition, the square crystal in front of him also gave him a subtle sense of déjà vu, as if he had seen something similar somewhere.

"To be honest, I've tried to resonate with it before, but I've always failed. Even Master himself, aside from that initial incident, hasn't been successful. Most of the other Fist Fighters in the Alliance who know of this item's existence have also tried, but they haven't had any reaction either."

"In short, there's no need to waste too much time on this. I still suggest that you practice the Holy Fist well and strive to reach the higher realm that Master has spoken of as soon as possible."

After saying this, Brad nodded to Ivan, left the crystal behind, and left on his own. As the new leader of the Free Fists, he still had a lot of work to do personally.

After seeing his senior brother off, Alvin returned to the table.

Looking at the square crystal, he slowly frowned and reached into his pocket.

Not long after, the black-haired boy fumbled and took out something that had not been used for a long time.

The desert building was relatively dark inside, with only a flickering oil lamp emitting a faint glow. However, the object still shone with a jewel-like crystalline luster under the light. However, its shape was not as elegant as a gem, but more like an ordinary stone slab.

In addition to the crystalline body, the stone slab is surrounded by a frame cast in gold. The stable precious metal texture has not left any signs of rust even after thousands of years.

One side of this crystal slab is completely flat, with no decoration except for the golden frame. The other side seems to be its 'back' side, so it has various complex patterns cast in precious metals. Those patterns are combined to outline several ancient runes, and the name composed of these ancient runes is - Mímir.

The Tablet of Wisdom is a secret treasure that Alvin found in the ancient ruins inside the body of Herbert, the King of Sandworms. Its function should be similar to that of his mobile phone in his previous life, used to store and read various materials, and can also be used for long-distance communication.

Ivan hasn't figured out the use of the latter function yet, but he is certain that it can read data.

With curiosity, Alvin slowly placed the square crystal blocks around the wisdom slate.

As expected, a faint light gradually began to illuminate the interior of the previously ordinary crystal block. Simultaneously, the Wisdom Slate automatically lit up, emitting a drifting beam of magical power that connected to the crystal block.

Soon, dense research materials began to emerge on the stone slab, mixed with many extremely complex mathematical formulas and magic equations.

All of this was written in Uranus. God knows how the so-called deep meditation allowed the Great Elder to comprehend its meaning...

Could it be that the so-called Storm Fighting Holy Fist is actually the product of some kind of misunderstanding?

Ivan thought so with a strange expression.

Not long after, the information seemed to be transmitted, the light emitted from the crystal block gradually went out, but the text on the wisdom stone tablet was still displayed normally.

With some excitement, Ivan slowly began to browse the various information described above. Gradually, the black-haired boy's expression became serious, then confused, and finally turned into astonishment.

"Top-secret internal documents of the Third Heritage Management Agency..."

Looking at the heading at the beginning of the text material, Alvin fell into deep thought.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and couldn't help but sigh in shock beyond words.

"The Titans, those giant gods who once walked among the stars, their civilization's research results have actually reached the level of cosmological constants..."

"Master, Master, what kind of genius are you? You can actually comprehend boxing techniques from academic papers."

"This is really..." Alvin's expression became very subtle.

"It's been a shock all year."

Chapter 7 New Adventure

"The original text, in a sense, is indeed an item as precious as the original text of spells."

"It's just that with my current knowledge, I still don't quite understand it. I need to find an opportunity to fill in the gaps in my spell knowledge before I can start a formal interpretation..." Ivan said to himself.

He is quite self-aware of the knowledge he currently possesses.

Ivan couldn't tell whether the piece of stuff in front of him was a paper or popular science material. He could only understand the initial shallow part.

All other parts require extremely profound and extensive comprehensive knowledge reserves, and also involve cutting-edge magical knowledge beyond the imagination of the existing civilization of Palladio.

That being said, Ivan had a huge advantage over the others. He could understand Uranus, which could minimize the probability of grammatical translation errors, as long as he could understand it.

The content of the material mainly summarizes the mutual communication and influence between the human spiritual core and the natural environment, the stars in the universe and even pure concepts.

Although Alvin couldn't fully understand the specific details for the time being, he could feel that the content was inextricably linked to the Titan's unique core talent, [Reshaping the World].

A very certain feeling came over him. As long as he could fully understand this huge amount of information, not only would his 'Storm Fighting Holy Fist' be elevated to an unimaginable level, but even his core talent [Reshaping the World] would likely undergo unprecedented changes.

For a moment, Alvin stared at the slate of wisdom in his hand with great seriousness.

The road to the third level is no longer obstructed by any clouds, but the road beyond that may have to be explored through this accidentally obtained ancient book of the Uranus civilization (correct).

How to accumulate the basic knowledge needed to understand the paper, and it would be best if there is a famous teacher who can be consulted at any time.

The answer to this question popped into Alvin's mind automatically without thinking.

The City of a Thousand Towers...

Although the magical knowledge there is far from reaching the heights of the Uranus civilization, it is at least a good reference. At the same time, one can learn knowledge in many other fields and solve a major incident that may break out. Well, this was originally Alvin's main purpose.

So, after the Silent Desert is liberated, the place I will go next can be considered as booked in advance.

With this thought in mind, Alvin refocused his attention on the task at hand.

Through the experiment before Brad came to disturb him, he had confirmed that the elemental shell plus the metal prosthesis could indeed allow the boxer to use the power of two configurations at the same time.

So, can I go a step further and allow the two configurational forces from different boxing styles to merge and influence each other?

Achieving the amazing effect of one plus one being greater than two, and embarking on a new path that previous boxers had never imagined.

The idea was beautiful, but the reality was that he needed to continue working on it. Looking at the slightly warm metal prosthesis, Ivan began to inspect the integrity of the internal components.

The results of the inspection were quite good. There was no obvious wear and tear between the relatively delicate internal parts. The rare metal with high magic conductivity combined with solid steel can indeed withstand greater loads, thereby allowing the power of the boxing configuration to run smoothly in the bionic prosthesis outside the body.

Putting on the prosthetic limbs again, he controlled the two slender arms to close behind his back, forming a metal ring emitting a faint glow. Alvin could feel his original magic power endowed with the characteristics of steel, circulating smoothly and freely in the metal ring filled with magical power.

The original colors of the prosthesis are just simple silver and black. The silver part is the color of the forearm, upper arm and the back of both hands, while the black part is mainly concentrated in the joints, fingers and palms. The overall appearance is not exaggerated.

But when Alvin infused magic power into it, a faint golden color would instantly fill the previously imperceptible gaps on the surface of the prosthesis, making the metal prosthesis, which was relatively simple and integrated before it was activated, look like a broken hand glued together with light, which was particularly eye-catching.

"I need to give you a name." Ivan, who was quite satisfied with this work, said softly to himself:

"Ashura? No, I guess no one in all of Palladia would understand the meaning of this name."

"Parallel boxing, elemental shell, magic...broken magic ring?" He smiled and shook his head, once again rejecting an inappropriate name.

If you can't think of it, then don't think about it for now. Anyway, the equipment in front of you is essentially a technology verification machine, so it's not impossible to temporarily call it 'Arm-001'.

Well, if that's the case, a direct translation would be rather awkward. A name like 'Elbow Number One' would probably make the enemy laugh the moment it was shouted out loud. Hey, wouldn't that be an opportunity to give him a good beating?

Putting aside his chaotic thoughts, Alvin put away his equipment and opened the door again. Now that the experiment was complete, it was time to go out for a walk.

His target was the bar, but as a new-age good man (boy?) who didn't smoke or drink, he went into such a place just to find someone.

As expected, upon entering, Alvin saw a short, stocky figure kneeling across the long bar. He held a lute high in his hand, strumming it rapidly while uttering a resounding, ghostly, howling song.

In the cities occupied by the Free Fist, there are not only fighters and ordinary people, but also people engaged in professions such as mercenaries and adventurers.

After all, wherever there is war, there is the former, and wherever there are ancient ruins or maze dungeons, there is the latter. Both are found around the newly born city of Nunris, so both types of people are attracted here to try their luck.

It was also because of this that the pub was packed even though it was still daytime.

Alvin twitched his lips when he saw the former dwarf prince surrounded by people at the bar. This guy now seemed to have completely let himself go and devoted himself completely to the artistic freelance profession of the bard.

Judging from the results, Thorin is not only good at telling stories, but also good at dealing with all kinds of people.

In the tavern, the young dwarf had no intention of telling any dramatic adventure stories, because those were simply the daily experiences of these people and had no appeal to them at all.

So Thorin chose to sing, singing extremely vulgar but extremely joyful songs in his extremely rough voice.

"Get up early and go down to the mines. The drills are rumbling. The dwarven miners have power! Hey! Power!"

"Go home in the evening, the food is delicious, and the dwarf woman has a long beard! Hey! A long beard!"

"Oh my, ahhhhhhhhh, the dwarf woman has a long beard~ Hey, a long beard!"

Thorin managed to make the strange lyrics sound like a long and graceful folk song, and all the mercenaries and adventurers who heard the song spontaneously spit out the beer, ale or something else they had just drunk towards the ceiling, and then slammed the table and laughed rudely and undisguisedly.

The fact that female dwarves have beards is actually a widely circulated stereotype on the continent of Palladia.

In fact, before young dwarf men and women get married, the man will cut off half of his beard and make a wig-like decoration for the woman.

The man uses this to express his lover's most precious honor. In return, the woman will bring this precious gift to the wedding and express her respect for her lover and his precious honor by bringing the gift.

In the final analysis, it is actually a manifestation of steadfast love and traditional etiquette.

But to outsiders who didn't know the truth, it looked like the dwarf bride actually had a beard!?!

Pushing through the noisy crowd, Alvin walked towards the bar.

At this time, Thorin had finished his performance and was taking off his hat to salute the audience.

He was now dressed like a bard. Not only was he not wearing armor like ordinary dwarves, but he also wore a wide-brimmed hat on his head that was decorated with exaggerated long red feathers.

In addition, Thorin wore a short-sleeved shirt with a dark green vest on the upper body, and tight leather pants that highlighted his muscles. It was simply exaggerated.

Although the Diplomat Ring hid his height, Ivan was still very conspicuous even in the crowd. So, from a distance, he saw Thorin waving excitedly at him.

"Look who's here! Our young heroic fighter, the last disciple of the boxing master!" The dwarf introduced him in an exaggerated tone.

Ivan waved his hands, feeling both amused and helpless, to signal him to quickly return to normal.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't control myself." Thorin gave an apologetic look and jumped from the bar to the high stool next to it.

"What's up?" The dwarf took the large glass of beer handed to him by the bartender and gulped down the cheap beer mixed with water without any care, while asking casually:

"This is not the place to chat, but let me just say a few words." Ivan paused and spoke slowly in a calm tone.

"It's time for us to set off." Even in the noisy environment of the tavern, his expression remained very calm.

"..."

Thorin gulped down a large glass of beer in one breath and slammed the oak glass heavily on the bar.

He was silent for a moment, then let out a long sigh.

"Then let's go!"

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PS: Chapter 4, updated with 10,000 words, I will post it first. Please feel free to vote and reward me.

Note 1: The inspiration comes from a traditional orc folk song whose origin I can't remember clearly. It seems to be called "My Bride is Covered in Fur". The lyrics are very cheerful. It roughly describes the daily life of an orc wife who can carry mountains on her shoulders and run horses on her chest. She gets up in the morning to chop trees, goes home to cook at noon, and lets her husband hug her in a furry coat without a quilt at night (roughly).

In short, even if you don’t sing it out loud, just reading the lyrics will make you laugh out loud. I strongly recommend everyone to search for it.

chapter eight