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Dying was quite different than what I had imagined. Unlike all the stories where you don't feel any pain when you die, I felt quite a bit. Maybe it was because the one who stabbed me kept twisting his sword, or maybe it was because you wouldn't fear death if it was painful.

Well, it doesn’t matter anymore seeing as how I'm already dead.

I was under the impression that you were meant to lose your rational thought when you died, but I guess there was no real way to know the truth other than through experiencing it.  It is odd though, I still have the vague feeling that I have limbs and what not.

At that moment I heard a DING! and a blue box appeared in front of me. My first thought upon seeing it was...

[What is this, some type of spirit magic?]

Well, I guess it won't hurt to read it...

"You have gained the attention of The God of Smithing and he offers you a deal. Will you accept it?"

YES

What? Not even an option to decline? Well, I wasn't planning to anyways. The moment my finger touched the “YES” option, my view suddenly got brighter. I didn’t bother to look around because the only thing that would require my attention was standing right in front of me.

He was a tall figure with a lot of muscles, he had a hardened face that looked like it had been tempered by the hottest fire. His hair was a bright red and it reached down to his shoulders, yet there wasn't a single strand of hair in front of his face to obscure his vision. He also had a full beard that looked like it hadn't been shaved in many years.

But, I was certain of one thing, The God of Smithing was standing right in front of me.

After about a minute of silence I decided I would be the one to start the conversation.

[I take it you're The God of Smithing.]

[...]

[I like that you didn’t even give me the option to refuse your offer. I do want you to know that I wouldn't have refused it even if you let me.]

After my response, he starts laughing, and this wasn't a small chuckle, it was full blown, belly aching, laugh! After he finished, he began to speak.

[I haven't seen anyone with that much spice in centuries, you also correctly guessed that I was The God of Smithing. While I am sure that you want to know my real name, calling me The God of Smithing will be fine.]

After, thinking for a second, I decided to ask how I caught his interest.

[What did I do to catch your interest?]

[What? You don't know? Well, not many people decide to try to surpass the work of a god without gaining that god's attention in the process.]

[Ooooooh, are you by chance mad? I only tried to surpass your work in order to repent for destroying such a beautiful sword.]

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[Well, personally, you didn't make me mad, but, there are few rules regarding if a mortal challenges a god to a battle of strength or skill (crafting).  The rules state that if the god loses, the challenging mortal will replace the god that they beat; however, the rules also state that if the mortal loses, then the challenged god has to punish the challenger based on how close they came to winning.]

I stared at him blankly, I was never one to get hot-headed. I knew that no matter how much screaming, yelling, or complaining I did, I wasn't going to be getting out of this predicament. So, instead of fighting his ruling, I would try my best to get a lesser punishment, I mean,  I can't deny that I was trying to surpass his work.

[So, what is this punishment then, I was wondering if, per chance, you could give me a light sentence?]

[I would, but, you got pretty close to surpassing my work, and, just for your information, I only placed that sword there so I could see the shock on the face of the mortal when the sword turned to dust.  I never expected someone to get so fired up about it. The lightest punishment I can give you is transferring your soul into a sword.]

[...]

I was shocked, not by the soul transferring, but by how light the punishment was. I thought I would have to suffer an eternity in the blazing fires of hell or, at least, something akin to that.

[Now, since I was amused by your perseverance,  I will do you a favor, after all, not many blacksmiths come to challenge me.]

[Oh?]

[I'll give you a year to make the sword that will house your soul. I will also give you all the books with information regarding the ores that will be present on your new planet. The planet you will be sent to is very similar to yours, the one major difference being  that magic is more potent on it than on your previous world. It's potent enough that even some of the ores have magical properties. When you are working on your sword,  just call out the name of the ore and the amount you need and it will magically appear. You can make as many practice swords as you need to before attempting to make the final product.]

[Oh, also, here are some books about the forging methods that are present on your new planet, there are even some that you haven't heard of before. Best of luck to you, I'll see you and your new body in a year.]

Then, with a flick of his wrist, 2 bookshelves filled with books and the finest forge I had ever seen in my life (or should it be "in my death") appeared out of nowhere.

[Oh, and one more thing, you won't need to sleep, eat, shit, or even rest your body while you're here; however, you will need to rest your mind. If you do get mentally exhausted, the best way to recover is through meditation, but sleeping also works.]

And with those parting words he was gone.

[Well, I won't accomplish anything standing here.]

And with that, I went to the bookshelves and started reading.