"So, Roger, whatcha thinking?"
"Ah, my Liege, I was thinking about the plan to level the zombies up."
"Any progress?"
"Yes, I believe so my Liege. We could follow the river to the south and head into the Barren-Wilds. There are many strong monsters that roam the wilds. They are mostly in packs, which means they are dangerous, but we have an army."
"Sounds like a solid plan, but wouldn't the zombies need something to fight with? I mean, you and Randle are able to make your own weapons, but the zombies don't seem to have that skill yet."
"This is a true observation my Liege, they would require a form of weaponry for us to maintain as a group…"
"Hey, do you think I could make something with my class? I mean, I am sure it wouldn't be very good, but it might be something."
"My Liege, you would let the lowly zombies wield your power??? How kind and gracious."
"…"
"Roger, it's just some mana…"
"Yes, my Liege, but it is YOUR mana. That's what makes the difference."
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As Roger and Randle prepared the troops, Marvin was stuck inside the cabin trying to figure out how to make a sword or….anything.
"This is really tough. Even with all my new brainpower, it is like something isn't quite clicking. Mommy, what should I do?"
"Sweetie, you should keep trying, remember to focus really hard and try to let your power fill it out for you."
"Let my power fill it out? Alright, lets see what I can do…."
Marvin's hands began glowing much more brightly. He imagined the shape of the sword, the one he had seen in that movie. It wasn't too long; it wasn't too short. See, Marvin didn't have any measurements to work with, even copying Randle's sword failed…
He didn't know when to harden the bonds, when to heat the metal, when to cool the metal to receive the best results in the world.
Marvin just knew "Sword", but his power knew. His power can craft universes in days. A sword? Literal child's play. Marvin's power began to flow into the mana, and it resonated so well, it was like they were from the same source…
Then, a loud thump was heard. It was like someone falling.
Roger and Randle looked at each other and then they both sprinted into the cabin, Randle went first, and Roger used Vanish to hide.
They saw their King, laying on the hard wood of the cabin, sweating profusely.
"MY LORD, WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU!!!"
"Randle, don't yell so loudly, my head is killing me…"
Roger stood in awe at the floating sword.
It was slowly rotating in the air, almost as if to show itself off to the room.
Roger walked up to the blade and placed his hand on the hilt. That's when the magic holding up the sword broke, and Roger realized that this sword was way too heavy for him to wield. Letting go of the hilt, the sword fell an entire foot into the hardwood floor.
"My Liege, I think I know why you are sick, how much mana do you have?"
"Ah, I have 0 right now…"
"I see, that explains the headache, you should be fine in a little bit. My Liege, what did you make?"
"My mind sort of went blank, but I got a notification of creating a Mana-steel Longsword…"
"My Liege, that's a very rare weapon, they are usually Rank 3 weapons. They are very strong, but they require a high strength stat. Most of these weapons are used by Veteran Knights, aren't they Randle?"
"Yup, I was planning to buy one when I sold my house. They are really hard to come by because each smith of the Crown is not allowed to sell more than 2 Rank-3 weapons/armor a month to people outside the Crown."
"Don't they normally take a Rank-4 Master Smith's ability to make even a dagger?"
"Yeah Roger, they typically do."
"Well, I guess I am just that good then, Randle, do you want to use this?"
"My Lord, I am unworthy, I have not performed a sufficient amount of duties to obtain such a weapon from my Lord…"
"Randle, you are the only one that can lift it…so….unless you want to leave it here…"
"I'll take it, my Lord."
"Nice."
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As they packed everything up and finished smoking the meat for their King, they headed out to the Barren-Wilds.
Marvin kept wondering why he created something so strong and he couldn't quite understand exactly, but something told him that the higher the rank, the higher the concentration of mana. This normally makes crafting and wielding magic even harder but for Marvin, it made it easier. The whole world is filled with magic, and it feels so familiar to him.
Marvin wouldn't know this for a very long time, but it wasn't 3000 years in darkness. It was much, much, much longer. Marvin is able to fit in with this world so well because he subconsciously created it…or most of it. Humans are always so tricky to figure out. His father had a similar issue.
Marvin is not his father, and he is not like any of his brothers. He is simply Marvin and that is what makes him worthy.
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