MMORPG: Rise of the Primordial Godsmith



Whoosh!

"Well, that took me longer to explain that I'd expected." After explaining to Julian that he was heading to a city named Anadhar and not some random city, which was the man's initial thought, Valyr was finally able to head to the guild's Teleportation Hall and teleport into the city, being greeted by a few people once he had arrived at the Blacksmith Guild's branch.

Leaving the Blacksmith Guild after he had informed the people there of his identity and his purpose in visiting the city, Valyr soon left the guild, roaming the streets of Anadhar City for a bit as a slight smile unknowingly crept up on his face.

'Though I've only been in this world for a bit over three months so far, a lot has definitely changed about me since the last time I've been to this place.' Muttering these words to himself, Valyr thought back to the time he and Wells had first arrived at this city, with the latter having to head to the manor due to his family affairs.

On the other hand, he, who was Level 15 at the time, sought to obtain a couple of skills that allowed him to obtain the class he currently have. Then again, he also obtained something that only a certain individual in the city offered, which was a skill that would allow him to passively increase his PER stat.

Of course, Valyr did not obtain the skill from that certain individual just because he could obtain it along the way. Though the hyperfocus ability that came attached to the skill definitely helped him out in his forging, being one of the reasons why he had even gotten the skill in the first place...

That was not the main reason why he had gotten it.

'I guess I could finally unlock that advancement with the Technology Points I've gotten.' Faintly scratching the back of his head as he headed towards the city's entertainment district, Valyr thought about how he would distribute his Technology Points. 'I think I'll have enough to max out everything up to the Ancient Age...'

'...and unlock the gun's most rudimentary form, the fire lance.'

With how Veldanyr's setting was that of a medieval world with magic, it was understandable that the world would have access to technologies that had been invented during the Middle Ages. In fact, it even had access to technologies that only appeared at later ages, which was only made possible thanks to the existence of magic.

However, with most of the world believing in the terrifying might of magic, the development of ranged weapons in the world only went up to the crossbow at most, relying on the heaven-defying strength one would obtain at the higher ranks in order to achieve incredible feats with such a crude mechanical weapon.

"As far as I can remember, an event near the end of the first version would change the trajectory of development for Veldanyr," Valyr muttered to himself. "But for now, as long as I succeed in creating the fire lance, I would instantly have an edge over everyone, considering that the closest cousin to it would be the cannon."

"Then again, if I still have more Technology Points to spare, I could probably forge a matchlock instead." Chuckling at the thought, the young man continued to walk through the city, eventually arriving at the entertainment district a couple of minutes later. Once there, he looked around in search for a certain building, smiling once he found the one.

"I never thought I'd be back here at the Silver Gambling Den." Since he had arrived during the day, it was no surprise that the insides of the gambling den barely had any people inside it, with Valyr only being able to see staff moving around. "Then again, I never expected the skill to have a legacy attached to it."

"Though, I wonder if it's the same legacy I'm familiar with?" Pondering over the question that popped into his head for a bit, the young man soon made his way to the rear portion of the gambling den, appearing in front of the person who had aided him in meeting the certain individual he made contact with back then.

"What brings you here to the Silver Gambling Den, sir?" Noticing that Valyr was looking at him, the man with light gray hair behind the counter took the initiative to start a conversation, feeling slightly intimidated from the aura the young man was giving off.

"I just wanted to meet up with Jekyll," said Valyr in response, faintly smiling.

"And what kind of business do you have with him, sir?" Feeling a bit of cold sweat forming on his back, the man with light gray hair continued to ask Valyr a few questions.

In response, Valyr continued to maintain a faint smile. "Tell him that the one who inherited his legacy is here to continue it."

"Ah..." Fortunately, after hearing those words, the man did not continue asking any more questions, nodding in response as he remained silent. After that, he turned around and entered the room behind the counter, only returning to appear in front of Valyr a couple of minutes later.

"The boss says that he'll be with you shortly," said the man, prompting Valyr to nod in response. "He also told me that you could go on ahead through the curtain if you wanted to."

"Hmm... I'll just wait here for now." Mulling over the choice that he had been given, the young man decided to stay put for the meantime, knowing that his current appearance was drastically different from the one Jekyll was familiar with. If he entered and Jekyll mistook him for a stranger, then who knew what kind of mishaps would happen?

"To be honest, I thought you'd take longer than I thought to come here." After loitering near the counter for a few minutes, a familiar voice to Valyr eventually resounded from behind the curtain, the origin of the voice revealing himself soon after.

WIth a pleased smile, he told the man at the counter to head back for now, ordering him that he'd take over the counter for the meantime.

"Wait a minute... you're not Valyr." Though, just as he was expecting to see Valyr in front of him, Jekyll was instead greeted by a young man that had a drastically different appearance and aura from the young man he knew. Because of that...

Whoosh!

"You better tell me what affiliation you have with Valyr... or else." In less than an instant, Jekyll radiated a great amount of killing intent, making some of the people that were near the middle of the casino move closer to the front portion as they felt a great sense of fear all of a sudden.

"Affiliation, huh." As for the one who took the brunt of most of the killing intent, Valyr smiled at Jekyll, who had a frown on his face all this time. However, that frown was swiftly turned into an expression of slight disbelief once the young man deactivated a portion of his disguise skill.

Swoosh!

"I guess... this would be my proof of affiliation, then?"