Damon was panting. He couldn't believe what he was reading. The stat buff was huge, but more importantly, the effects listed were mind-blowing!

But he then saw the warning at the bottom, and suddenly he had a stinking feeling that the 'might not obey' scenario was going to be a lot more often than the 'might obey' scenario. He could only bitterly smile in the end. What else did he expect?

He clearly failed the test the world anvil gave him. He only managed to stay alive and get back here thanks to his bloodline. And the item in his hand was a mythical grade item, fragmented or not.

It looked like the system foresaw all of this happening, which was probably why this was a war chest reward in the first place. There were a lot of broken things and loopholes in the game, but the system never gave anything brokenly powerful this easily.

For instance, his bloodline. It might look overpowered at first glance, but if he did not have his previous life knowledge, by now he would have already been dead and long gone.

Damon let out a sigh and looked at the broken armor piece. No matter which angle he looked at it from, the thing emitted no aura whatsoever. It might as well be a piece of scrap metal. Working or not, it could at least form a layer of protection on his body like the egg on his chest.

He placed armor on his shoulder, hoping it could stick just like the egg or at least give an item equipped notification, but it did not. He was neither able to bind it nor equip it like a normal item.

With a sigh, Damon summoned blood tendrils that emerged from his body, binding the scrap metal to his shoulder. It looked like from now on, he would have to spend some of his energy holding this in place.

Blood Reign, the old vampire, and the snake woman curiously looked at him during the whole process. In the end, the old vampire became very impatient and urged him. "Why are you simply looking at it? Try forging something! Quickly!"

"I have never heard of such a godly item before. You are truly lucky, young vampire. You have a great destiny in smithing. You are the next blessed genius born to wield the world anvil! For most of my life, I thought that it was just a random urban legend, but who would have thought that something like this actually existed? You did it again, my genius prodigy. Make your master proud and show me the impossible!"

Seeing the old vampire rant like a lunatic, Blood Reign gave him a weird look. Of course, her King was the best in everything, but to call him a genius blacksmith? Has this spirit gone crazy?

The snake woman had a similar expression on her face, but one that was filled with disdain.

The old vampire, however, did not care about either of them. He continued to urge Damon to try and forge something.

Damon rubbed his temples. He needed to settle things with this old guy first. Otherwise, this was going to continue for a while, and he did not have time for this right this moment. He summoned Goldy, deciding that showing was better than telling.

He then took out a piece of ore, some random ore.

"Goldy, can you perfectly melt this ore and separate out the impurities?"

The little spark immediately got to work and did the deed. The next second, the tiny wisp of flame darted toward the ore, its golden body flickering like a mischievous star. In seconds, the entire chunk began to glow.

The impurities bled away as molten droplets, separating themselves from the purified core with almost surgical precision. Within moments, the once rugged lump turned into a perfect sphere of liquid metal, shining like a newborn sun.

The old vampire's eyes went wide, his jaw practically unhinging. "By the ashes of the First Forge… what is that?!" he shouted, his ghostly form trembling in excitement. "You even possess something like this? You are a genius, this entire cosmos has never seen-"

"Let me stop you right there." Damon sighed. It looked like the guy was so deluded that he still did not understand. "Master, I have something I need to tell you." Damon paused and then broke the news like ripping a Band-Aid, fast and swift. "I have no clue about blacksmithing, whatsoever."

The old vampire froze. For a solid three seconds, the ghostly elder simply stared at Damon as if the young vampire had just declared that blood was overrated. Then his translucent face twitched once… twice… before he exploded.

"WHAT?!" His voice shook the entire chamber. "No. No, no, no! You dare stand in front of me, wielding the spark of creation itself, with the world's most sacred fragment on your shoulder and tell me you know nothing about smithing?!"

Damon nodded, not saying anything. He allowed the guy a few seconds to process things.

And when he saw that Damon was indeed being serious, the old ghost became delirious. "You! You absolute calamity of wasted potential!"

Blood Reign quickly interrupted the old guy with a loud snort. "Shut your hole, old dog. What do you know? My liege doesn't know anything about blacksmithing. That is true. But if my King decides to learn blacksmithing, then there would be no one in existence who could surpass him!"

Blood Reign declared proudly, crossing her arms and puffing out her chest as if the argument was already over. "My King could hammer divine ore with his bare hands if he wanted to. He could forge destiny itself into a blade and make the gods kneel to polish it!"

The old vampire spirit looked utterly scandalized. "Forge destiny? Are you insane, woman?!" he sputtered, pointing a trembling spectral finger at her. "How could this useless bloodling, who hasn't forged a single weapon in his entire life could suddenly become someone almighty? Quit your damn delusions, you crazy witch!"

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