Chapter 427: The Blacksmith Shop

In this world, still in its primitive stage, the appearance of a white deer strongly suggested it was favored by the world’s will, a plane’s chosen.

Medel quickly commanded, “Lead the way, we must catch that white deer!”

Alim nodded, “Master, the white deer just vanished. Its direction is unknown.”

“Then find it,” Medel smiled.

His smile unsettled Alim, who lowered his head, “Yes, Master, I’ll find it.”

Alim darted into the jungle to search.

Medel instructed, “Let’s search too. You two, stay by my side.”

“Understood,” Wade and Tessa replied.

“White deer…”

Helag, hidden nearby, overheard their conversation.

While Alim didn’t know the deer’s location, Helag did, having glimpsed it through Deep Blue’s environmental detection.

Though the sighting was brief and soon out of range, he knew the direction.

Helag watched Medel’s group head in one direction, then turned toward the deer.

He dismissed his shadow spell, entering Power of the Titan form.

This form allowed rapid travel, unlike the slower shadow spell.

Helag donned the Storm Giant Shield on his left arm, shrinking it to avoid hindering speed.

Electricity crackled around him as he vanished.

Helag’s travel resembled long-distance teleportation, his speed too fast to track.

His rapid pace drew attention from other wizards.

However, his imposing form and aura deterred them from approaching.

With heightened senses and reflexes, aided by a hint of Thunder God Ancestor bloodline power, Helag processed information swiftly, perceiving his surroundings even at high speed.

A giant in dark gold armor appeared atop a tall tree.

Helag stood on the treetop, using Deep Blue to scan the area.

Aside from wandering wizards, he saw no sign of the white deer.

“Hmm?”

Helag detected the deer at the base of a distant hill, emitting white light.

The deer glanced around, finding no threats, and began nibbling fresh grass.

Spotting the deer, Helag vanished from the treetop.

Moments later, he appeared on a nearby slope.

Sensing something, the deer turned.

In that instant, Helag reached the deer.

He reached for its neck, seemingly assured of capture.

But his hand passed through, grasping nothing.

“An illusion? No,” Helag mused, puzzled by the miss.

Startled, the deer bleated and leaped away, vanishing.

Helag sensed it reappear 800 meters away.

Tracking the deer, Helag followed but kept his distance, observing.

He confirmed the deer wasn’t an illusion; the grass showed signs of grazing.

The deer was tangible, but rule power prevented contact.

Helag wasn’t sure if the deer’s abilities were innate or aided by the world’s will.

He decided to study the deer, seeking patterns; brute force wouldn’t suffice.

***

During Operation Cradle, in the Central Region, a small alley housed a rundown shop.

Named Alannis’s Blacksmith Shop, it crafted and sold magical tools.

The owner, Alannis, was a renowned magical tool master.

Before age 20, Alannis was a blacksmith apprentice, unaware of his wizard potential.

Discovered later, he was guided into wizardry.

However, starting late, Alannis relied heavily on Amanda potions to become a formal wizard, depleting his lifespan.

Typically, exhausting life during advancement meant death.

Miraculously, Alannis survived, becoming a formal wizard.

Though successful, the potion overuse left lasting damage.

After reaching crystallized wizard status, Alannis couldn’t advance further.

His potential suggested second-level wizardry, but he was forever stalled.

Turning to magical tool crafting, Alannis found his talent and dedicated himself to it.

Years later, he became a famed magical tool master.

He opened a shop, nostalgically named a blacksmith shop, honoring his past.

The shop’s location was obscure, its facade shabby, yet none dared belittle it.

Ordinary wizards couldn’t commission Alannis; it required connections and his mood.

Now elderly, Alannis neared life’s end.

Recently, he completed a major order for the expedition team, crafting teleportation rings.

Upon finishing, Alannis told them, “This is my last batch of magical tools. I’m old, time to rest.”

He refused payment, declining the expedition team’s magic stones, claiming no need.

In a dim room, Alannis lay on his favorite rocking chair.

The chair creaked as he dozed, murmuring, “Great deity, this is my final act for you. I’m coming to see you…”