For a great achievement, a title has been earned!

Overachiever:

At every level up, excess Exp. will be converted into stat points instead of contributing to the next level.

   This notification absolutely floored me. I was left Slack-jawed, staring at empty air to others, followed by another incredibly unbelievable notification.

Due to the effects of [Crafter] Exp. Has been gained for crafting an item of exceptional quality.

Gained Exp.: 350

A multiplier has been applied due to the disparity between your level and the quality of the item.

Applied multiplier: 2.5x

You have gained: 875 Exp.

805 Exp. has overflowed. Due to a Title, this experience has been converted to stat points at a rate of 10:1.

Stat points gained: 80

You have leveled up! Congratulations Level 4 -> Level 5

   I was about to pass out from sheer shock and whiplash from the insanity that was my {System} right now. If earning a title wasn't enough, I also leveled and gained an absurd amount of stat points. So many that I now had double what I did before.

   "Amara, are you okay?" Mr. Darius came over with a worried look on his face, as I was just staring into space with a dumb look on my face.

   "Yes sir. But making the sword caused me to level up." I said in a bit of a daze.

   "Well, if the sword was that impressive, I'd say you most likely passed the test I put out for you. Well done. How close to levelling were you before this?" Mr. Darius asked with a curious smile on his face.

   Luckily we were alone in the forge, as it was very late. "I just leveled up to four last week."

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   "Oh..." The smile on Mr. Darius's face quickly faded. "How in the name of the gods did you gain more than 70 exp from just one sword at this stage?"

   "I probably should keep this a bit quieter, but I gained over ten times that from this sword. The only reason I'm not nearly level seven now is because I also gained a title that stops me from levelling more than once at a time." I spoke in a low voice to avoid prying ears.

   "What good is a title that stops you from levelling? Does it just waste all the extra experience? And did you say ten times? The sword is good enough to give you that much experience? I don't understand."

   "The sword itself gave me 350, but something happened with the {System} and it said it gave me a multiplier because of how low level I was. I'm not sure exactly why though. It multiplied by 2.5." I was a little confused about this point as well.

   "It's not entirely unheard of for the {System} to scale gains by the level most people would be to achieve something. So in this case, because you were level four when you made the sword, it's saying that it would normally take someone at level ten to do the same, and so it gave you what they would have normally gotten, multiplied by the ratio of levels. At least, that makes the most sense."

   "Well at least it's a reasonable explanation. Good enough for me. Also, the title doesn't just delete the extra experience, it converts it into something else. But I'm not gonna tell you what to improve the odds of you keeping your sanity." Luckily I was cohesive enough at this point to start cracking jokes.

   "Alright, well I suppose its time to look at that sword of yours to see exactly what you've done here. Let me see it." He held out his hand, into which I placed the sword I had been slaving over for the last week.

   Mr. Darius went into another room with my sword for a while, and when he came back out, he was seemingly puzzled.

   "I just don't understand how you could have made something like that with the constraints and the materials I handed you. It's something I'm not sure I could even replicate, and that's saying something. The design work is almost flawless, the blade is sharp as a razor, the balance is perfect, and it's made of mithryl, but not like any that I've ever seen before. You used the ore I gave you right?"

   "Of course I did. The way I made the ingot was a little unique, but that's the most I changed from what you taught me. Everything else was as standard as it gets. Other than the design work of course. I'm particularly proud of that." I had a bit of. A smug grin on my face, but it wasn't very long lived.

   "Well, I suppose we have to have you design an insignia now, because this is much too good not to have your mark on it."

   "Now, you'll want it to be small, but unique. Identifiable as yours and yours alone. You've seen mine. Now, it's not required, but usually an apprentice will incorporate a part of their master's insignia in their own as a nod to their teacher. Like a legacy of a kind." Mr. Darius left me to design it on my own, and it took me another half our or so of brainstorming to figure out what I wanted it to be.

   I drew it up and showed it to him, and he approved of it. After that, I engraved it into the bottom of the grip, and filled it with a red wax, then sealed it with a clear resin, giving a beautiful contrast to the rest of the weapon.

   Soon, it would be time to present this incredible weapon to Mrs. Kaite, but that was for tomorrow. For now, I was dead tired, so I was going to head off to sleep right away. It was a long, eventful day, and I needed to unwind after the emotional whiplash I had experienced during the final hours of the crafting process.

   Luckily, a good portion of the time I would have spent with Ms. Jasmine was given to the forge during the test, so I could head straight home and crash on my bed. Learning from her was always fun, but my actual apprenticeship came first, not that I would want to choose between the two permanently anyways.

   I reached home, hugged Mama and Papa, and went straight to my room, barely changing into my sleeping gown before losing consciousness.