"I guess this is better than paying a ton of money for this armor," Reno grinned as soon as he realized the terms Gundar was proposing.
To him, this seemed like a simple job. Or so he thought.
The moment he struck the wall made of Aetherite, no scratch appeared.
Now, that was surprising. His attack had been powered by the full strength of a Peak Elite-class (Rank 6), yet the wall hadn't even budged, not so much as a single scratch.
"Now ye see why," Gundar smirked, folding his arms.
The dwarf had spent long, painstaking hours carving out just a small chunk of Aetherite.
And even then, it had been barely enough to forge a single piece of armor.
"If ye want to do it proper, ye'll have to hit harder than that, lad," Gundar taunted, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Reno groaned, the realization sinking in. "Am I going to be stuck here as a miner for the rest of my life?" he mumbled.
