"When Alexander Blackwood was thrown into the furnace, at that moment, his heart was filled with reluctance. He hastily reviewed his short and dull life, and he deeply resented the cruel swordsmith who had deceived him.

He was a traveler, after all! The one and only traveler in this world! The one who activated the legendary Golden Finger system! Little did he know that shortly after arriving in this world, before he could become the world's greatest martial artist, before he could achieve his grand ambitions, before he could establish a vast harem... he was deceived by a seemingly honest and kind-hearted swordsmith uncle and thrown into the swordsmith's workshop, tossed into the furnace.

Just a moment ago, that seemingly amiable but actually treacherous swordsmith told Alexander Blackwood that he had concealed his identity in Ironstone City, devoting more than two decades to the study of swordsmithing. Half a year ago, he reached the pinnacle of swordsmithing techniques and turned to learn the art of forging spirit weapons. He wanted to become a true master swordsmith.

He accidentally obtained a secret manual on forging spirit weapons, which contained a bloodthirsty, effective, and practical secret technique for forging spirit weapons - the method of forging swords with people. In simple terms, it involved mixing a secret solidifying fluid into the scorching molten iron, and then pushing a living person into the molten iron. The solidifying fluid absorbed and preserved the person's soul, merging it with the weapon to create a 'spirit' in the weapon.

This morning, he felt a breakthrough coming. It was a sense of urgency that intensified when he coincidentally met Alexander Blackwood, this 'beggar,' as if he had been scratched by a cat.

Using a job offer as bait and two steamed buns, he lured Alexander Blackwood.

That's right, Alexander Blackwood, the traveler, was lured with two steamed buns!

As he was about to plunge into the molten iron, the burning sensation became increasingly intense. In that moment of desperation, Alexander Blackwood recalled a phrase: 'I will gain immortality in the blaze and blood!'

The burly swordsmith pushed Alexander Blackwood into the furnace, his eyes fixed on him as he fell into the searing molten iron. He spread his arms and shouted, 'I will become a true master swordsmith, and you will become my first creation. True swordsmen will be proud to wield you!'

'I curse you to have no peace in death. Even if I truly become a sword, I will certainly be a cursed one. Whoever uses me will meet their doom, and their descendants will be cut off!' Alexander Blackwood wailed in agony just before his death.

However, the swordsmith did not pay any attention to Alexander Blackwood's curses.

In an instant, black flames rose in the furnace, but they quickly disappeared, taking Alexander Blackwood's body with them.

With a heart full of excitement, the swordsmith poured the molten iron into the mold. After cooling, he obtained a sword blank. In the swordsmith's workshop, the rhythmic sound of hammering echoed.

It wasn't until late at night that the middle-aged swordsmith placed the glowing iron sword into the cold water flowing from Snowcloud Mountain.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

After the steam dissipated, the swordsmith eagerly wanted to see the 'spirit weapon's' true appearance.

However, he was disappointed when he took a closer look. The pitch-black iron sword was completely ordinary, with no difference from the swords crafted by his apprentices. Upon closer inspection, there was a red dot on the sword's surface, like a solidified drop of blood.

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The swordsmith wiped it repeatedly with a cloth, but it wouldn't come off!

He decided to test it. Perhaps it was a legendary treasure in disguise?

With anxious anticipation, the middle-aged swordsmith effortlessly sharpened the iron sword with a whetstone. There was no resistance.

Staring at the blade, the middle-aged swordsmith let out a long sigh. He had failed.

When he was forging this treasure sword, he had been extremely focused and meticulous, and every step of the process had been refined. He had used precious materials like Azure Cloud Iron, Spiral Copper, and a small amount of extremely rare extraterrestrial meteorite iron. But he had made a major, amateur mistake: he had miscalculated the temperature during smelting.

Smelting a normal longsword, he would have had no problem controlling the temperature. However, this was a sword forged with a person.

When forging a sword with a person, there was an extra variable in the furnace, and the temperature naturally varied.

Every step of the swordsmithing process was interconnected, and because of a mistake in one step, even with the use of precious materials, this sword was ruined.

Holding the sword, he went to the weapon rack where there were over ten longswords, all crafted by his apprentices. He took a low-level common sword and unhesitatingly struck it against the edge of the blood-drop sword. The common sword's edge chipped.

With the use of so many precious materials, it would have been strange if a low-level common sword didn't break. The middle-aged swordsmith then took a mid-level common sword and struck it against the blood-drop sword. The common sword developed a small crack, but the blood-drop sword broke.

In other words, he had used a person to forge a sword and had spent a lot of precious materials to craft the lowest-level longsword!

It was an utter failure.

The middle-aged swordsmith's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Just then, there was a faint rustling sound near the window, like the sound of crushing dried leaves. The middle-aged swordsmith, who was also a martial artist, had keen ears and eyes, and the slight sound was quite distinct in the quiet night.

"Who's there?"

Then came a chaotic and hurried sound of footsteps.

The middle-aged swordsmith grabbed the blood-drop sword and rushed out of the swordsmith's workshop. Using his full body speed, he caught up to the target in just two breaths.

It was a new apprentice who hadn't been at the swordsmith's workshop for long.

This young apprentice was somewhat clever and usually worked diligently, but his talent in swordsmithing was ordinary. The swordsmith, carrying the longsword, blocked the young apprentice's path, who was so frightened that his legs went weak.

"Did you see everything?"

"No, I didn't see anything! Master Jin, please spare me. I really didn't see anything!" the young apprentice cried out. "Master Jin, I beg you to spare me. I truly didn't see anything!"

Jin Zhengqiu didn't say much. He stained the longsword with blood. The young apprentice had probably wanted to learn without permission, but he had chosen the wrong day. If it weren't for Alexander Blackwood's incident, he might have been let off lightly.

He held the longsword with one hand and the young apprentice's body with the other, heading back to the swordsmith's workshop.

The blood on the sword's surface slowly soaked into the blade, as if the longsword was absorbing it.

Inside the longsword, Alexander Blackwood's soul was in a daze.

A mechanical system notification rang out: "Ding~ The system has detected a change in the host's identity." "Based on the host's identity and will, the 'Strongest Human System' has automatically transformed into the 'Strongest Magic Sword System.'" "The Strongest Magic Sword System is activating. Please wait..." "Detecting the host's blurred consciousness. Automatically binding to the master - Jin Zhengqiu." "Sword Name: None Level: Low-level Common Sword First Master: Jin Zhengqiu Talent: Master-Killer Skills:

1. Misfortune (Activated): Stably reduces the host's luck value by 1 (a luck value of 10 is considered a world-class luck holder);

2. Slaughter Evolution: Evolves itself through the absorption of blood and souls." "Ding~ Sufficient blood and soul absorption detected. The host can evolve." "Ding~ Detecting the host's blurred consciousness and damage to the sword's body. System protection function activated. The host is upgrading." "Ding~ Upgrade complete. The host has been upgraded to a mid-level common sword and has gained the talent skill - Self-Repair." "Sword body is repairing..."

When Jin Zhengqiu finished dealing with the young apprentice's body and looked back at the failed work in his hand, he was dumbfounded."