A man who is know in the underworld as the blacksmith by all died. Every mob boss knew him every government official feared him. He died of old age but to the neighbors he was just a kind old man who did every thing related to the word craft from weaving to blacksmithing he mastered it all. What would a this man do in a world where skill and power rule and technology is on the backburners. Let's watch what happens when the blacksmith is at his prime in this new world of swords and magic. P.s this is my first time writing a story please be kind and tell me if there are any mistakes and for the love of penguins don't be a troll