[Ding! Congratulations, the host has forged a Grade-3 Weapon, Centi-Forged Body.]
[Ding! Congratulations, the host has forged his first Grade-3 Weapon. Obtained 100 Flame Energy points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, the host has won a lucky draw chance.]
The barrage of system notifications put a smile across Lin Feng's face.
This proved that his mad plan was doable. What did take him somewhat by surprise was the fact that he had somehow become a weapon himself.
Soon, though, Lin Feng's attention turned to the system rewards.
"Flame Energy? Is it for strengthening my flames?" Lin Feng could not help but murmur.
[That's right. Flame Energy can be used to increase the level of your Holy Flame, or it can be exchanged for lucky draw chances and other flames.] The system replied.
That would be useful!
There was an energy limit to his Holy Flame right now, so this Flame Energy would surely increase how long he could use the Holy Flame. That was great news to him, of course.
Besides, Flame Energy could also be exchanged for lucky draw chances and other flames.
All of a sudden, Lin Feng remembered he had another lucky draw chance.
He said without hesitation, "I want to use my lucky draw chance."
[Ding! Congratulations, the host has obtained a Grade-3 Material, Obsidian Ore.]
Lin Feng was overjoyed.
Area 5 was huge, so Grade-3 materials were not that rare, but Lin Feng lived in Whitewing, a small city on the borders of Area 5, Whitewing.
Whitewing was low on both materials and resources. The best Lin Feng had ever seen was a Grade-2 material.
If it were not for that, a no-name blacksmith like him would never have been fortunate enough to receive orders from higher-up.
After his initial wave of joy, though, he felt conflicted.
The Grade-3 ore was great, but how should he use it?
Should he forge it into a weapon? Or should he use it on himself?
After some hesitation, Lin Feng decided to make it into a weapon.
His reasoning was simple. If he made it into a weapon, he could sell it and exchange the money for more materials.
If he used it on himself, he would soon end up with no materials or resources.
However, Lin Feng did not immediately get to forging that weapon.
Although he could use Flame Energy to recharge his Holy Flame after he spent it all, he was in no rush right now, so there was no need for him to waste his Flame Energy.
Another thought occurred to Lin Feng, and he activated his system panel.
[Host: Lin Feng]
[Level: None]
[Flame Energy: 100 points]
[Flame: Grade-1 Holy Flame (Energy 50/100)]
[Weapon: Centi-forged Body (Grade-3)]
A Grade-3 weapon!
Lin Feng was inevitably ecstatic.
He had been a smith all his life, but this was his first time creating a Grade-3 weapon. Even better, this Grade-3 weapon was one he had forged out of his own body.
Lin Feng was itching to try out his new strength.
His gaze fell onto a tattered shield by his side.
It was a Grade-2 shield that he had bought from the market a while ago. At first, he had wanted to study it and see if he could forge a Grade-2 weapon, but it seemed that he no longer needed it for that.
He walked up to the shield and smashed his fist into it.
Boom!
The shield instantly broke into several pieces.
Although the shield had been damaged before, losing its Grade-2 defensive properties, it was still much stronger than a Grade-1 shield.
Yet, here he was, having destroyed it with one punch.
"So this is how it feels like to have power? Amazing!" Lin Feng could not help but exclaim, looking at the pieces of the shield.
All his life, he had been dreaming of possessing such power.
To think that his dream would finally come true just as his life was about to come to an end…
Most importantly, he could feel his body coming back to life, his energy returning.
Soon after, though, Lin Feng frowned despite himself.
He had grown stronger, yes, but the impact from the attack just now made his bones ache.
Lin Feng quickly noticed the problem.
His flesh was a Grade-3 weapon now, but his bones were still normal. They would be hard-pressed to withstand such powerful impacts.
If he continued to forge his body, there would come a day when his skeleton would not be able to stand such pressure.
In that case, he could not focus only on forging his body. He would have to reinforce his bones as well!
With that in mind, Lin Feng gave up on further forging his body. For the next step, he was going to start on his bones.
Now that he had a plan, Lin Feng felt as though he had a target in life. Motivation filled him from head to toe.
Not long later, the sound of clanging metal emerged from the smithy once more.
He did not get to work on his Grade-3 weapon, but he did not waste his time doing nothing, either. Instead, he used his remaining materials to create a few Grade-1 weapons that he planned to trade for more materials.
[Ding! Congratulations, the host has forged a Grade-1 Weapon, Well-forged Iron Sword. Obtained 1 Flame Energy point.]
[Ding! Congratulations, the host has forged a Grade-1 Weapon, Well-forged Iron Sword. Obtained 1 Flame Energy point.]
...
Although Grade-1 weapons only gave 1 Flame Energy point, Lin Feng was having a blast making them.
That evening, Lin Feng took his six newly-forged weapons and left the smithy.
At Whitewing Trade Center, Lin Feng placed the six Grade-1 weapons on the counter and instantly attracted some attention.
The weapons gleamed with a cold light.
Although they were only Grade-1, they looked almost as formidable as Grade-2s.
The trade center instantly erupted into whispered discussions.
Lin Feng did not pay them too much heed, though. He just sold the weapons and then used the money to buy some more materials from the trade center.
As he was about to leave the building, however, a conversation did catch his attention.
"Have you heard? Our troops won big in the battle yesterday."
"Of course I heard, it's huge news. Apparently it has something to do with their weapons. Seems like that batch of weapons turned out to be way stronger than just Grade-1."
"That's right. The battle was supposed to be even, but those weapons turned the tables."
"Wait, turning the tables all because of a few weapons? Could it be…?"
As they spoke, those people cast their eyes onto Lin Feng.
Lin Feng did not say a word in response, striding away from the trade center instead.
Still, he was inwardly overjoyed to hear that the weapons he forged had such a tremendous effect on the battlefield.
Although he had not killed any beasts on the field himself, this was as good as the same thing.
The corners of Lin Feng's lips curved at the thought, his face spreading into a smile.
Soon, Lin Feng returned to his smithy and found a tall man in armor waiting for him at the door.
When the man saw him, he beamed and hastily greeted Lin Feng.
"Master Lin Feng, you're finally back."
"Captain Acht, why are you…?" Lin Feng was confused.
Acht was the vice captain of Whitewing's logistics department, which meant he was in charge of handling the logistics. In other words, the weapon forgery orders came through his hands as well.
However, it had been his subordinates who had handled the orders with Lin Feng so far.
Lin Feng had not expected to see Acht personally at his door over this.