I Save The World In A Doomsday Text Game

Chapter 275-2: The Way to Defeat the Great General, Ishimaru Sword Forge (2)

[You approached the forge gates and announced yourself as the Master Instructor of Heartless Flow Swordsmanship. The guards allowed you entry into the Ishimaru Sword Forge.]

[After you passed through the gate, the other visitors were each greeted by graceful female attendants, and you were no exception. However, compared to the reception the others received, the attendant assigned to you was clearly less enthusiastic.]

[It seemed your title of Master Instructor, in this city teeming with crouching tigers and hidden dragons, only counted as lowly status, just enough to qualify you to enter the forge.]

[The attendant did not lead you into the main smithy. Instead, she brought you to a reception chamber. Without glancing aside, she began to explain that the forge employed over a hundred swordsmiths, collectively known as katanakaji.]

[According to their craftsmanship, they were ranked as Grand Artisans, Masters, or Grandmasters. Customers could select the katanakaji they wished to forge their weapons.]

[As she spoke, you stepped into the reception room and sat down. The attendant gestured to a notice posted on the wall, the Forging Proclamation, and indicated that you should read it yourself. Then, without even offering tea, she turned and left, presumably to attend to the next guest…]

[The reception chamber was full of dignitaries and nobles, each listening to their attendants explain their options as they ordered their ideal swords. You alone sat there unaccompanied.]

[You turned your gaze to the Forging Proclamation on the wall…]

[Grand Artisan Swordsmiths can forge superior-grade swords (Rare equipment). Price: 10,000 Spirit Essence.]

[Master Swordsmiths can forge exquisite-grade swords (Rare+ equipment). Price: 50,000 Spirit Essence.][Grandmaster Swordsmiths can forge peerless-grade swords (Epic equipment). Price: 200,000 Spirit Essence.]

[The above prices are for forging with materials provided by the Ishimaru Sword Forge. If customers bring their own materials, only twenty percent of the listed price will be charged…]

Lin Xun twitched at the corner of his mouth when he saw this.

“How is this pricier than anything sold in the Library?!”

Compared to the Library’s weapon prices, the Ishimaru Sword Forge charged essentially the highest possible price for weapons of the same tier.

The cost was only slightly cheaper than a fully customized commission from the Book of Craftsmen.

But that wasn’t what Lin Xun cared about most. He hadn’t come here to have weapons forged, he’d come for a blacksmith shell!

Yet judging by the price list from the cursed game, the best these swordsmiths could forge was Epic-grade equipment.

His current blacksmith shell could already forge weapons of that level, but anything above Epic+ was beyond its capability.

“No, hold on! According to the Ninja Master’s memories, the Dragon Sword Masamune was made here. Even leaving aside the Dragon Jade, the Ishimaru Sword Forge must be able to forge at least Epic+ weapons…”

[You suddenly overheard a nearby noble speaking with his attendant. The prices she quoted him were thirty percent cheaper than those posted on the Forging Proclamation.]

[That noble’s status seemed extraordinary. He loudly berated the attendant, demanding that the Master of the Forge himself oversee the forging of his sword, and scolded her for trying to fob him off with these lesser katanakaji, calling it a grave insult.]

[With a casual motion, he slapped the attendant across the face, leaving a bright red handprint. She dropped to her knees in panic, bowing over and over without daring to object.]

[The attendant led the noble into a private room off to the side and closed the sliding screen behind them, presumably to calm his anger…]

[Will you impersonate a high-ranking noble and demand that the Master of the Forge personally forge your weapon?]

[You glanced toward the corner of the reception room, where several attendants still stood waiting.]

[Slapping your hand down on the low table, you raised your voice in a stern shout. “When an honored guest arrives, is this how you greet them?!”]

[Everyone in the chamber turned to look. One of the beautiful attendants quickly approached you, bowing and asking humbly what you required.]

[You loudly berated her, demanding that the Master of the Forge himself handle the forging of your blade, and accused her of trying to insult you by offering these lesser katanakaji from the Forging Proclamation!]

[You continued to imitate that noble from earlier, about to lift your hand and deliver a resounding slap, when you suddenly remembered your current identity and stopped your hand midair.]

[The attendant hurriedly fell to her knees to beg forgiveness, repeatedly trying to soothe your anger.]

[Just as she was about to lead you to a private side chamber, she caught sight of the sword dojo crest on your robe. Her eyes flew wide with fury, and she began cursing you aloud.]

[She called over several dozen guard samurai and scolded you outright, that as a mere dojo instructor you dared cause a scene in the Ishimaru Sword Forge, this was nothing less than spitting in the Great General’s face!]

[You were surrounded by dozens of taut crossbows, unable to make the slightest move, and before long you were beaten and kicked out of the Ishimaru Sword Forge by the guards.]

“…” Lin Xun’s face darkened completely. This was blatant discrimination!

Normally, he would have switched to a powerful shell long ago, smashed his way into the Ishimaru Sword Forge by force, and seized a katanakaji shell for himself.

But Kyoto still contained the Extreme Evil Great General, and at present he absolutely could not draw the attention of the big boss.

He thought it over for a moment, then a sudden inspiration struck him, a plan forming in his mind.

“Only magic can defeat magic!”

[You possessed the shell of a Corrupted Blacksmith!]

[Gripping your Family’s Fine Steel Forging Hammer, you strode toward the sword forge gate, only to be stopped.]

[The samurai eyed your ragged clothes and strange appearance. Clearly, you were no native of Sakurafall. Cautious, they barred your way and demanded your identity and origin.]

[You declared that you were a master smith from a distant western land, who had braved the sea and traveled across the world to come to Sakurafall. You had heard the Ishimaru Sword Forge gathered the finest katanakaji and had come to purchase a sword and witness their renowned craft.]

[At these words, the samurai’s manner grew solemn. With utmost respect, they personally escorted you inside.]

[Before long, a beautiful attendant came forward to greet you, speaking at length about the katanakaji of the Ishimaru Sword Forge.]

[You raised a hand to cut her off and pointed to the two attendants off to the side, demanding that they be the ones to explain things to you.]

[Those two attendants were the very same who had served you earlier.]

[Hearing you were an honored guest from a foreign land, the pair dared not show any negligence. Bowing low, they led you into the reception chamber.]

[One prepared tea, while the other began a meticulous explanation. They spoke in detail about everything in the Ishimaru Sword Forge, leaving nothing concealed.]

[Several nobles in the reception chamber frowned. Despite your ragged clothes and obvious lack of wealth, you were receiving the personal attention of two attendants, an arrangement that was clearly abnormal.]

[But seeing the situation, they could only guess your status was unusual and did not dare approach to inquire.]

[You enjoyed the fine tea and listened to the attendants’ gentle, thorough explanations. Then, without warning, you smashed your porcelain teacup to the floor and brought your Family’s Fine Steel Forging Hammer down on the low table, splintering it to pieces.]

[You swung out with a resounding slap for each of them, leaving bright red handprints on their faces.]

[They clutched their cheeks, staring at you in disbelief, completely unable to understand what they had done wrong.]

[Pointing at the Forging Proclamation, you shouted in rebuke that you had long heard of the unmatched renown of Sakurafall’s katanakaji, whose skills were famed across the seas. You had traveled countless miles from the western lands just to witness the highest level of sword forging Sakurafall had to offer!]

[And yet, these two attendants had dared try to humiliate you as a foreigner by offering you only these inferior katanakaji from the proclamation. Did this mean that all Sakurafall truly had no worthy swordsmiths left?!]

[The two attendants hurriedly fell to their knees to beg forgiveness, not daring to contradict you in the slightest.]

[Bowing repeatedly, they led you into a private side chamber, clearly intending to calm the wrath of this foreign dignitary…]