That night James rented a room at Claws and Talons, an inn run by the Raven Horn guild. The room he rented was a ten by ten foot room. Inside there was only a single bed that was only big enough for one person and a pair of simple wooden tables and chairs. Not bad for the price of 2 silver coins per night.
Currently, James was sitting at the table. On the table was the mace he got from the goblin this afternoon, four glass bottles filled with a blue liquid. The liquid was a mana restoration potion. He planned to use the recycle skill to turn the mace into a short sword similar to the sword he broke earlier this afternoon.
'Recycle' was a very useful skill for recycling objects into other things. Sounded really cool and overpowered. It's just that the usefulness of this skill was quite limited.
Like 'Reduce', using this skill requires a large amount of mana. Of course it depends on the level of difficulty and the length of the process. Therefore James prepared four bottles of mana restoration potions. Just in case he ran out of mana before the process ended.
In addition, James must also understand the recycling process of the final product he will make. So it's impossible to make something that he didn't know the manufacturing process of.
The last drawback is that the final product will have the same properties as the raw material. That meant that the teenager wouldn't be able to make food out of a pile of trash or turn wood into iron. Garbage would still be trash and wood would still be wood.
This time James was a little excited because he was going to make a sword made of multi-layered iron. He had seen this kind of manufacturing process when he was back on earth and the bright blue eyed teenager couldn't wait to try it.
"Here we go! Recycle."
James pointed his palms and hovered them above the mace. As soon as he chanted the activation of the skill, the mace was then engulfed in a golden white light. James instantly had an image in his mind of the shape of a mace.
He then commanded through his skill to melt the iron and make it into a plate that was 5 millimeters thick and 10 centimeters wide then cool it off and end the first process.
"Quite good," he muttered.
Now on the table was no longer a black iron club, but a black iron plate 4 feet long and exactly the width and thickness James wanted.
Even though he felt a little dizzy because of the first process, His smile was brighter than before. He no longer needed to tire himself off in front of the furnace to make weapons. With his mana and a bit of forging knowledge, he could make weapons completely out of scrap. Well, a recyclable scrap of course.
He then checked his mana status to see how much he needed for the forging process.
"No wonder I feel a little dizzy, this process actually consumes 40% of my mana," he said slowly.
He had second thoughts on drinking a bottle of recovery potion before starting the next process. But in the end he put it out of his mind. The brunette wanted to know how far he could push himself to do this tough task.
He wanted to prove to everyone that his skill was not trash. He was also determined to bring down all those who have belittled and looked down on him. Let alone fellow heroes from other worlds even the demon king he would take down with his trash skills.
He took several calming breaths to still his pounding heart. James couldn't risk his concentration to waver at a crucial step.
The boy steadied his hand over the mace.
"Recycle!" He chanted.
Once again the metal was enveloped by a golden light. James began folding it into two layers and hammered the metal. As he made a mental image of hammering the plate, he also fixed the size to be the same as before, 5 millimeters thick and 10 centimeters wide.
By the time the golden light disappeared and the plate revealed. He felt the world spinning and his vision darken. It was possible that it drained his mana dry. He groped the table blindly and almost knocked a bottle off in the process.
He grabbed a bottle of mana potion and downed it in one go. The sour and sweet taste of elderberry washed his mouth. The effect was instant, the world slowed down and the spinning halted completely in ten seconds.
James let out a breath of relief as he got his vision back. The boy shook his head to clear the cobwebs out of his mind.
He proceeded to pick the metal gingerly and examined it using the oil lamp. He saw a faint horizontal line as proof that he successfully folded the iron plate.
His lips curled upward. It was just a matter of repeating the process till he got a hundred and twenty eight layers.
A tedious and arduous task. He placed the metal and began chanting.
"Recycle!" He folded it into two again to create 4 layers.
Sweat began budding on his temple and back. He gritted his teeth to stay focused. He could feel it that his mana was draining faster than before.
8 layers
16 layers
He downed another bottle and waited till his mana was fully replenished. The repeated action of casting made the process easier and less draining. He patted himself on the back for his resilience and perseverance.
32 layers
James rubbed his hands with a giddy expression on his face. With a renewed vigor he repeated the process of folding the iron metal till he ran out of mana potion. He decided to call it a night when the mental stress from continuously using his skill was beginning to take its toll.
Now he had a 3 feet metal plate with 128 layers, 5 millimeters thick and ten centimeters wide laid before him. The next step would be to cut the plate into two and shape it to match the hilt. But for now he needed his beauty sleep. The sword could wait for tomorrow.