Alexia

I end up waiting nearly an hour for the armor to finish cooling. And as soon as it does, I feel I can finally identify it.

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Dragon Scale Armor of Cataclysm

Description: This set of armor was made from the scales of a Cataclysm Class monster, thereby granting the holder 10% more damage against Chaos monsters. The wearer will also take fifteen percent less damage from magic, and ten percent less damage from physical attacks. The wearer may wear a cloak over the armor.

Stats Bonus: +50 STR, +50 VIT

Requirements: The wearer must have defeated a Cataclysm Class monster before.

Item Tier: 4

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“Magnificent, ain’t it?” Dravik says from behind me, having entered the room again after likely sensing it finishing or something. At least I’m pretty sure crafters can do that.

I nod my head with a grin.

“Well, try it on,” he says while walking out of the room to give me privacy.

So I do just that, taking off my own gear before putting the armor on. Then I go ahead and put my cloak on over the armor.

Unfortunately I haven’t seen much effect from the cloak yet since the whole making people unconsciously skim over me thing doesn’t really work on people around my same level. And I haven’t actually been going around hiding the soul I naturally exude, making me pretty much a walking beacon.

Anyways, I walk over to a mirror while calling out, “I’m good,” to the dwarf I sense waiting outside the room. And as I’m looking at the mirror, I sense him walk inside.

“It looks great,” I tell the dwarf before raising my arm and flexing it slightly to feel the difference with the new stats. Then I swipe my arm to the side, sending a gale of wind just from my movement. “Feels great too.”

The dwarf scoffs, saying, “Course’ it does! I made it after all!”

I glance at him with an amused eyebrow raised before looking back at the mirror again.

Hmm, the dark purple, black, and crimson red look nice together. And it really does fit me perfectly. Just like the System-made armor I’ve been wearing.

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Normally you expect some small issues in fitting when dealing with smith forged equipment. Gear that wasn’t made to perfectly fit you automatically by the System.

But this gear really does fit me perfectly.

I look at the smith again, briefly wondering if I somehow ended up with a master craftsmen or something.

Come to think of it, I never actually identified him. Because I didn’t want to be rude to the only smith in the Retreat, and it would start our relationship off in a bad light if I did that.

Although he’s probably not the only smith anymore.

So out of curiosity, I ask, “Would you mind if I identified you?”

He looks surprised at my question before shrugging and saying, “No need ta ask, lass.”

I feel slightly surprised at that, only to shrug and identify the dwarf.

{Dravik Goldsmith – Species: Elder Dwarf – Class: Blastburn Smith – Level 250}

My jaw drops open in shock.

“You’re an elder dwarf?!” I exclaim, feeling incredibly awkward at my mentally referring to him as a dwarf.

The elder dwarf scoffs while crossing his arms, “What, d’ya think I was only a wee lad?”

I stare at him, unable to respond.

Dwarves are a strange species within the System, and elves are the same. They naturally evolve their species from Class B to Class A once they’re old enough.

I believe it was after they reach a thousand years old they advance from a dwarf or elf to an elder dwarf or high elf.

But there are no visible differences on the outside to tell which is which, so identifying one can be awkward without actually, well, identifying them with the System.

The only real differences are some internal organs and their stats.

And that’s not all. He has a legendary class. Although I’m not sure what a blastburn smith is.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why were you…” I pause when he raises a brow.

“Why was I in that filthy kingdom before tha Reset?” the elder dwarf asks, making me briefly wonder why he considers it filthy until I realize that it kinda is. “Just ask tha’ grandfather o’ yours.”

I blink for a moment before tilting my head slightly and asking with a frown, “Gramps?”

The elder dwarf nods his head, making me briefly open my mouth to speak only to close it again.

Actually, that does kind of make some sense. After all, Gramps was an Ascendant before the Reset and is a Class S species. It makes sense that he’d have a personal smith.

“Wait, does that mean you changed from being his personal smith to being mine?” I can’t help but ask, making the elder dwarf laugh out loud.

“In a way, sure, ya can see it like that, lass,” he says before looking me, or rather, my armor over one last time, nodding once in satisfaction, and then walking out of the room. “Yer polearm won’t be ready for another week, so ye can find yer own way out as always lass.”

“Hmm,” I give a light hum in understanding while nodding, feeling slightly dazed by what just happened.

And before I know it, I hear the smith hammering away again in another room.

I continue standing in the middle of the room in a daze for several seconds, only to finally snap out of it and teleport straight from his smithy to a certain hellfrost dragon’s island. Then I show the man the armor, since he and Vargas wanted me to show him once it was done just to make sure I used the materials properly. And after he shows surprise, mentioning how well it was crafted, I go ahead and begin teleporting directly from one island to another without bothering with staying in the air anymore. Since my teleportation range has gotten so great.

By the way, Architect, what do you think my true form will be like?

“Can you stop bothering me? The more you ask me questions, the longer it takes for me to recover.” He grumbles, but I ignore him, continuing to wait for his response. And after he realizes that, he grumbles a bit more and answers, “I don’t know. Not even Father understands the exact role of the Quantum Reaper, other than that it’s outside of the hierarchy, and doesn’t have any mental compulsions like us other quantum beings have.”

Oh. That’s nice at least.

Would’ve been nice to know what my true form would be though.

Well, putting that aside, I’ll see my true form when I reach Tier 4.

For now, I just need to focus on getting stronger.

Then I can help Mom.

I smile at that thought before a determined look covers my face and I speed up my travel towards the Tier 3 dungeon I was fighting in before.

Time for some dungeon crawling.