[Leviathan's Fang]

Description: A colossal fang torn from the ancient Leviathan, condensed with abyssal ocean mana and pressure capable of crushing continents.

Effects:

Contains extremely dense water mana.

Suppresses enemy mana flow on contact.

Grants resistance to water, crushing force, and extreme ocean pressure.

Note: this is one of the very few forging materials that even the God of blacksmithing will fight over.

***

Liam was currently standing in outside the industrial base in the Dimensional Space, staring at something that did not belong in any mortal world.

A colossal fang.

Leviathan's Fang.

If Liam laid beside it, the fang would tower over him by several feet. Its surface was a deep abyssal black, smooth like polished stone yet reflecting no light. Instead, it seemed to swallow it.

The edges were naturally curved and sharp enough that Liam was certain it could tear through a mountain without resistance.

But the worst part wasn't the size.

It was the insane pressure emanating from it. It was like a suffocating atmosphere blanketing his surroundings.

It pressed onto his body, slowed his breathing, made his instincts flare in warning. It was like standing in pitch-black ocean trenches where no life should exist. Like being watched by something massive and extremely powerful.

Like an ancient predator lurking behind the darkness.

Liam let out a low breath.

"Yeah… the description didn't lie."

The pressure wasn't threatening him, because it wasn't focused on him. He knew that he won't even survive a second if it were.

The fang wasn't malicious. It didn't need to be. This was a remnant of something that lived in an environment so extreme that even gods thought twice before entering.

Liam continued to observe the fang.

Honestly, when he read the description earlier, he had to re-read it twice. Leviathan's Fang wasn't something mortals acquired. Not by accident or even by luck.

Even gods wouldn't casually obtain something like this.

So, he wondered:

"How did the system get it?"

He chuckled softly at the absurd mental image of the system hiring some god to go pluck a tooth from an ancient beast.

Maybe it was stored for eons. Maybe the system just… materialized it from nothing. But he doubt the latter, because he felt that it should be impossible for something like this. While he had his theories, the truth is that he'd long stopped trying to understand how the system operated. It was pointless.

He would never get an answer until the system wanted him to.

And right now, the fang demanded his attention far more than the mystery behind it.

Liam stretched out his hand and attempted to lift it off the ground, but it didn't move.

Liam frowned slightly and he pushed harder, but nothing changed.

He stopped and let out a quiet laugh. "Okay. So pretending this weighs like a normal giant tooth was dumb."

It wasn't just "heavy." It was impossibly dense. To move something like this, he'd need a lot more strength than he currently has.

He smiled and decided to touch it. He wants to see if he would see an illusion that when he touched the Abyssal Dragon Spine and what the illusion would be. He extended his hand and brushed his fingertips against the fang.

And he felt the world vanished, as darkness swallowed him instantly. He found himself standing in a dark abyss that had no sound, where the concept of light doesn't exist and there was not even a sense of direction.

His lungs tightened on instinct, as if the crushing pressure of ten thousand oceans collapsed upon him. His bones felt like they were being squeezed by an invisible mountain.

Then he sensed two red circles burning in an endless void, staring directly at him from a distance he couldn't measure. Were they far away? Or inches from his face? He couldn't tell.

The next moment, the abyss twisted and a storm exploded around him. A storm so violent it could rip continents into dust. Lightning tore the sky open. Waves hundreds of meters tall crashed around him with monstrous force.

And above it all was a massive, serpentine and endless silhouette.

Leviathan.

It emerged from the ocean like a living mountain, body coiling through clouds, eyes glowing bright red, like a raging flame. Water spiraled around it like living armor. Its roar shattered the storm, making everything tremble, including his soul.

And then, reality snapped and he found himself back in the Dimensional Space, standing in front of the fang with a faint tremor running through his body.

He looked at his hand and couldn't help the crooked smile that crossed his face.

"I guess illusions are now part of interacting with ridiculous items."

He exhaled and crossed his arms.

"Normal people my level shouldn't be touching things like this…"

Definitely the understatement of the century.

He shook his head and focused on the next item. Just beside the fang, arranged neatly, were five scales.

Jörmungandr's Scales.

The moment he turned his gaze toward them, the system text appeared.

[Jörmungandr's Scales] (x5)

Description: A scale shed from Jörmungandr, the World-Serpent who coils around realms. An apex forging material. When enough scales are used to forge a full body armor, the resulting item gains the trait: Absolute Defense.

***

The description was short and almost deceptively simple.

But Liam understood exactly how terrifying those two words were.

Absolute Defense.

It's a type of defense that ignores strength, speed, mana capacity and even concepts.

Defense with no loopholes.

Defense that didn't break.

Defense that didn't have conditions.

He stared at the five shimmering, silver scales. They were each the size of a small shield.

Liam exhaled slowly. Just the word absolute is already enough to make Liam's mouth water. He would be lying if he said that he doesn't want to forge and item with the scales immediately, but he was controling himself.

He also wasn't stupid.

"This stuff requires a level of forging that I definitely don't have yet."

He couldn't even lift Leviathan's Fang with telekinesis. What made him think he could melt or shape something shed by a serpent that wrapped around realms?

He rubbed his forehead.

"Nope. Not today."

The scales were too valuable and too rare. And forging with them prematurely would be a crime against craftsmanship.

He stepped back and looked toward the last reward glowing faintly on a separate platform.

The Blade of Tiamat.

He inhaled slowly, steadying his thoughts as he approached. His amusement faded, replaced with sincere anticipation.

"Alright," he whispered, stopping before the final gift. "Let's see what the mother of all dragons has for me."

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