239 Simba’s Pen-Ruler (1/2)

Wang Yu immediately made his way to the blacksmith the moment he arrived back in Twilight City.

All he could think about was whether or not the blacksmith would be able to salvage his beloved Universe Sword.

As usual, the front of the blacksmith store was filled with players. As the player got progressively stronger, more and more of them were starting to find equipment blueprints, resulting in an increase in the number of players that were trying to learn blacksmithing.

These players naturally didn't have the heart to hand something as precious as a blueprint over to someone else for crafting. Even if they failed to craft it by themselves, they couldn't blame anyone but themselves...

Wang Yu made his way past all the players, placing the Universe Sword in front of the blacksmith instructor as he respectfully asked: ”Master is there any way to fix this sword?”

”What did you say this was?” The NPC asked.

”A sword...” Wang Yu was startled, how could a NPC not recognise this item?”

”It's just a piece of scrap metal!” The instructor shook his head.

”So can you fix it?” Wang Yu persisted.

”Well the metal that this was crafted from seems like something of pretty good quality. I could probably make a dagger if I tried to refine it...”

”Go f*ck yourself...” No matter how well mannered he was, the words of this NPV had thoroughly offended Wang Yu. He simply could not help but curse at it.

Just as he was about to leave, a familiar voice called out to him.

”Little fellow, why are you in such a rush to leave...”

Wang Yu halted his steps, turning around to see a tiny figure leaning against the wall.

This tiny figure was the one that had crafted the Universe Sword in the first place! Simba the blacksmith!

”Master Simba, can you restore this sword?” Wang Yu asked as he presented the sword to Simba.

”Have you gone blind? How could I possibly fix this sword?” Sumba chided Wang Yu.

”Er... so you can't do anything about this either...”

”It's not that I can't do anything about this sword, but this sword is merely a failed equipment. Even if I could fix it, I wouldn't bother to...” Simba explained.

Simba the Divine Smith had crafted countless godly weapons throughout his life. But the only failure that he had ever created was the Universe Sword.

This failed equipment was nothing more than a stain on his legacy, an eternal shame to his name. There was simply no way to convince Simba to try to repair this sword.

Wang Yu naturally understood this as well, so he did not press on with asking Simba to fix the Universe Sword.

”Then can you craft another sword like this? I'll provide all the materials needed for the forging and I'll pay whatever the cost is!” Wang Yu stated.

To be honest, Wang Yu didn't really need a weapon to fight. Even a random sword would have been enough for him to take on any opponent.

But he really like this Universe Sword too much, simply because of its traditional chinese design. Out of all the weapons that he had ever seen, this was the only one that he had ever grown attached to. It was hard to say how long it would take for him to ever find a blade that could even come close to the feeling that he got when wielding the Universe Sword.