The next day I got up sore, my lung was still recovering from the last attack. I enjoyed a cheese although I wondered where the cows were that produced it. Then I took out all the objects I had collected: there was a small evolutionary stone, 10 gems of different colors, an enchanted iron shield and rare and common magic crystals.

My armor had broken and was largely destroyed

"New armor would be good"

Especially since I had improved my mastery of forging at level 7. It was on the table where I was eating that I thought about a prototype of magic armor. I had a bit of mithril, Mesalite and iron to say that I had only to work.

I was wondering if I was going to consume the evolutionary stone.

"Maybe later"

Going to Axdore the blacksmith, I took the necessary metals.

"Axdore, how are you?"

Well, I see your armor has been destroyed, what about the materials?

Here they are" and I was displaying crystals, mesalite and iron.

"Ready to make the abolition cylinder?"

"Let's go," I replied

And we work all day long, under the heat of the forge and drinking ourselves with excellent quality mead.

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At the end of the day, my mechanical weapon was assembled.

"And behold, the first generation powder magazine!" I exclaimed with joy as I drank a cup with Axdore.

Although slightly drunk, I will explain how it works.

The weapon had a light brown wood frame, topped with a Mesalite cannon that could withstand the highest temperatures. A chamber could store 3 ammunition from 5 to 20 mm The weapon operated by explosive detonation that fired the bullet, it is possible to create the explosion using mana, use an explosive compound in the barrel or with a magic crystal implanted in the butt and where enchantments could be stored, five storage compartments to be precise.

So I came out of the forge to test my new fighting tool. I also obtained a higher level in forging which gave me faith in the system that helped me.

I positioned glass bottles on a railing and used my mana to produce an explosion. Thanks to my explosive fireball, I was able to do so. However, I did not master my power well enough. It was then that on the first shot, I exploded a stone statue erected for the sages. Suffice to say that I slipped away without waiting.

What a day's work! soaked in alcohol. it must be said that Axdore was resistant to this game.

I wanted to try my powder keg again, so I headed to the forest above the village.

Concealed by the flora, I had brought more ammunition. They were simple 5mm steel balls. When I was aiming right, a window appeared: «Notification! Gain of the targeted skill, +1»

And a precarious viewfinder appeared in my retina. The point did not move but roughly indicated in which direction the ball could land. Convenient!

The cold had cooled my body and the powerful wind gorged my lungs with pure and icy air, the alcohol in my body was purged so I was more lucid. I could now practice my aim however a lot of ammunition was needed and this could prove very expensive.

"The evolutionary stone!"

Maybe she'd be in my favor? I took it out of my bag and reflected, it came from an Aguba so its effects could be: aqueous and divisible body, weapon materialization, organ disappearance, watery metal tooth, reptile nerves, the list was long.

Well, at worst I become a big slime, better think positive. I didn't think any more and activated the stone. It rose in front of my face and then passed through to liquefy in my body.

«Notification! New skill acquired: metal control level 1, Possible metal object creation»

I remained gaping for I think 5 minutes: metal control! That means my arsenal is growing. I then tried to activate it: I felt my blood and mana emptied slightly and a dagger entirely made of metal was materializing. But yes! There are mineral crystals in the body, in minute quantities. The skill must draw from them as well as mana to amplify their size. I had become a portable forge. I laughed at this thought that made me think. What if I created ammunition?

I then raised my weapon, I created an iron ball of 2cm then I produced an explosive ball, I aimed with the help of the system and the bang sounded. The ball froze 15 cm in a thick tree called "Big!"

What luck I had! That was what I needed, I made the correlation and observed my luck: 85 it was probably thanks to that! How is it that it had increased by 15? «Curious I did not notice». I did not go so far as to be wary of the system, he had saved me on more than one occasion even though he was not acting physically. At this thought I had a most farfetched reflection, and if I created a humanoid or golem and copied in a way the knowledge of my system?

"I would have a reliable ally at all times!"

With this thought I returned to Cilucide and went to see Oclageor and Ratvert.