[???]: 1x earth seed, 1x metal seed, 1x wood seed.

[???]: 1x fire seed, 1x water seed, 1x light seed.

[???]: 1x dark seed, 1x essence of space, 1x essence of time.

"Ping'yan, Kalos, Miros, and Tankai."

"The concepts of cultivation, combat, and technology..."

"Out of all the elements. I only have a concept for earth."

Somnus needed six other elements and somehow the essence of time and space to perfect the monarch path. He wanted to build himself a perfect body. An ethereal avatar worthy of himself. His requirements were insane.

But he had the 'capital' and 'resources' to pull off such a thing.

Somnus scanned through the available concepts at the time:

TS: Year 12, Day 4;

He traveled forward in time.

He then entered the dream of 85.

TS: Year 12, Day 60;

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Forgor's POV(85):

A few hours had passed since 85 had been born. This time, things weren't so ridiculous. It wasn't like a baby thanking their mother for giving birth to them and then driving them home. Forgor was completely confused and in a malleable state.

But it naturally had fragments of the world will.

The other concepts had weird bodies even in the dream. This was the case for Forgor as well. His 'spiritual body' was essentially spawned in a setting.

The setting was a blacksmith apprentice.

Somnus observed his dream in real time. Time didn't matter to Somnus as he was the one that created it in the first place.

He observed for years and only slightly influenced the details of this dream setting.

Forgor was a skilled craftsman. He quickly became a grandmaster blacksmith. The world of his dream was medieval and supernatural.

Forgor became a legend.

He was able to create weapons with enchantments and runes. He had found a magical inheritance in a cave in the wilderness that was revealed by a mechanism. He found he had no talent for 'magic'. But by using special stones and engraving the runes. He could make his objects supernatural.

One day the king personally requested him to craft a sword that would be passed down to his descendants and the future kings.

But Forgor made his first major mistake.

He forgot!

Forgor was always behind schedule in terms of his clients. Everyone wanted his expertise. Even the king was stuck in a queue...

TS: Year 72, Day 100;

The king understood this and didn't care too much.

TS: Year 73, Day 10;

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After waiting a long time. The king became a little displeased.

TS: Year 75, Day 28;

The king was growing old and was near death. But he hadn't gotten the sword yet! He was pissed. So he summoned Forgor to come to him immediately.

Forgor arrived at the castle and was escorted to the king's throne. There he saw a pissed off king.

"My sword!"

"Sword?" Forgor had a special body that was different from others. He didn't need to sleep or eat. The body of a concept in the dream was sometimes like that of their actual body. Forgor had spent every second of everyday crafting things.

"I sent seven letters!"

"Oh..." Forgor picked at his ears. He was not too interested in these mundane affairs and would rather continue crafting.

"!??" The king became even more pissed.

Forgor had grown arrogant over the years. He spent everyday doing what he loved and people loved him for it.

"Execute him!" The king ordered.

Forgor started to laugh!

The knights surrounded him.

Forgor pulled out a small dagger and held it up.

"I warn you. If you approach me. You will die!"

The knights ignored him and charged. But his dagger flew out of his hand and went in a circle changing its path. It decapitated every single knights head.

It then flew back into Forgor's hands.

Forgor walked slowly towards the king. But the king just sneered.

The blade flew out of Forgor's hand and attempted to behead the king. But rogues jumped out of the shadows and intercepted it.

"A shadow hunter?" Forgor whispered.

"You have a good eye!"

The hidden trump card of the kingdom! The hidden shadow guards.

Forgor laughed and waved his hands, revealing his cloak. He had six small daggers attached to his waist. He threw them out like an expert. Each individual hunter deflected a dagger.

"It seems you now lack a weapon!"

Forgor didn't speak. Because in the next moment. The person that made that statement was stabbed in the heart.

"Impossib-?"

Forgor then started to monologue.

"Ever since I became conscious. I noticed I am different from others."

"I don't have any memories of childhood. I don't seem to age that fast."

The king started to mumble with bloodshot eyes.

"You-You are an immortal!"

"Heh, now only do you see?" Forgor thought he was a long-lived species. He figured it only made sense that he was immortal. But he had never died, and never planned to. He would enjoy his days crafting.

Forgor held up his hand and the daggers returned to him and rotated around his body blocking every attack of the shadow hunters.

"Not only am I special. I can control metal!" Forgor had mastered a unique ability. He could control metal without touching it. He could use his mind itself.

The daggers flew out of the grips of the shadow hunters. They were shocked at such a development.

"You dare use the weapons I made against me?"

"Take the king and retreat. I'll end this now!" one of the hunters said.

Forgor waved his hands and the doors closed.

"You have a grave misunderstanding of me. I have served the people for decades and haven't stirred up any trouble. Yet, just from a small delay. You want to execute me?"

"I'm far harder to kill then you could imagine!"

"All of this gold... you have yourself trapped in a metal prison!"

"You might be the king. But I am a god! Born with the innate ability to control metal!" Forgor's ability to control metal wasn't so extreme. That was at first. But as he became a legend among the people. He noticed an improvement over the decades he refined himself.

The castle started to shake and the king's crown twisted his head 360 degrees.

The king was dead!

"YOU!!?"

"You will never have peace again. You will be hunted across the world until the day you die! You have killed the king!"

Forgor was picking his nose and looked calm.

"I'll go back to crafting... If you disturb me. I assume you know what the outcome will be."

Forgor returned to his forge.

For some reason he could hardly see... He saw 'fog' covering everything.

"What is this...?" He found himself floating in whiteness. Fog was everywhere.

"Well done! A legend in crafting! A wonderful life!"

Forgor felt a trace of threat.

A man in weird clothing appeared. His face seemed eerie and fake.

"Who are you?" Forgor asked cautiously.

"Me? I am Visdre!"

"I have a request..."

Forgor sighed in relief. It was just a fan that wanted him to craft something.

"What do you want me to make you? Armor? Amulets? Rings? Or weapons?"

Somnus laughed.

"My request is simple. Another dimension!"

"What?"

The fog covered Forgor and he found himself in his forge.

"A dream? I don't sleep though..." Forgor couldn't remember the last time he had slept, ate, or drank anything. This was why he considered himself a god.

But there was a note in front of him.

"Wake up?"

Forgor found himself surrounded by floating people.

"What the hell? What is happening?"

A golden tablet appeared.

85: was born year 12, day 60

85: awakened year 75, day 28

85: Law: Crafting

Name: Forgor