That day, in a room filled with thirteen top-tier Players from the Ass Guild, an urgent meeting took place. The tension was high because they were dealing with a disaster that struck them after their recent battle with a powerful boss.
The accident was unprecedented, and some members were resolute in their demands to uncover the root cause of this disaster and set things right, despite such a thing had never occurred in their prior battles nor in those conducted by other guilds.
Elincia, draped in her regal blue attire that fluttered with every commanding gesture, took the lead.
“We need to hear from each individual to gather all available data and opinions. Only then can we determine our next course of action.”
Goldrich, an elderly mage with short white hair, chimed in. “It’s undeniably true; Broken is someone extraordinary,” he began, but his words were abruptly cut short.
A resounding thud echoed through the chamber as Skywarden slammed his fist onto the table, his face contorted in rage.
“No! He is useless, a complete disaster who has caused us tremendous losses!” he bellowed.
“The Mythic-grade spirit, Queen Gaia, the Nature Goddess,” Goldrich announced. “This development is monumental – one that has the potential to change the fate of Yunatea forever. And did you know that the spirit spoke to him as if it were just a casual conversation? Do you think someone like that could possibly be useless?”
Skywarden sprang from his seat, his face a mask of irritation and anger. “This is all because of that fool, Broken!” he shouted. “It is blatantly clear that he is the reason for this disaster. He is the one responsible for most of us being killed by that wretched spirit. He must be held accountable,” he insisted.
He continued. “We’ve never encountered such a calamity before; a spirit of Mythic grade appearing out of nowhere! And let’s not forget the heavy toll the battle took on us. We have lost precious experience points, and some even had their levels decreased!”
Melliandra shot Skywarden a piercing glare and retorted sharply, “I highly doubt an incompetent dolt like Broken could summon a Mythic-grade spirit up there! He may be lacking in many areas, but he’s certainly not the cause of this catastrophe.”
Skywarden, looking disgruntled and unwilling to engage further, slumped back into his chair. He seemed weary of arguing, especially with someone he perceived as a mere child in this debate.
Elincia shifted her attention towards Goldrich. “Goldrich, what is your assessment? I need to hear more from you since only you and Charmelyn survived till the end and witnessed what transpired after everyone else departed.”
Goldrich surveyed the room, his gaze taking in the tense faces around him. When he spoke, his tone was grave.
“Queen Gaia is a legendary spirit with incredible power, one that could potentially trigger an apocalypse. And she’s not alone-there are many spirits like her, each capable of causing worldwide destruction. When I talk about chaos, I mean a disaster so immense it could wipe out Yunatea and every living thing in it. Yes, it’s that serious.”
He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. “However, while she won’t annihilate the world itself, her mission is at odds with the existence of countless creatures who dwell in Yunatea. To put it plainly, she’s a colossal threat.”
Skywarden clenched his jaw, his skepticism evident. “We’re all safe and sound; nothing catastrophic has happened yet. The prophecy must be false, just one of those fairy tales people circulate now and then.”
Jovina raised her voice, “Then can you explain where that spirit went, Skywarden?”
Maylock cleared his throat and spoke in an even tone, “But did Broken manage to subdue the spirit successfully?”
Melliandra shook her head in disbelief before he even finished. “That’s the most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard.”
Skywarden chimed in. “The spirit must still be lurking in the forest. We should devise a strategy to hunt her down.”
“A level 400 spirit?!” Jovina interjected, her tone mocking. “I distinctly recall seeing you get killed instantly, Skywarden.”
Skywarden clenched his teeth at Jovina’s taunt. “We’re not prepared enough.”
The room’s attention shifted back to Goldrich.
“I left too soon, so I don’t know what transpired afterward. But I can tell you one thing for certain: it’s highly probable that Broken is also a Divine Champion.”
The weight of his words left everyone in stunned silence. Eyes widened in shock, and even Skywarden’s irritation deepened upon hearing this revelation. For many in the room, the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, shedding light on the anomalies they had encountered thus far.
Maylock, leaned forward. “So, are you ready to reveal your observations, Goldrich?”
***
In the bustling blacksmith workshop, Broken was examining two kind of materials he had obtained from the raid boss. One was a normal Orichalcum, its pale brownish hue gleaming dully under the light. The other was an intriguing variant, shimmering with a slight green luminescence.
“Can I use the green one for my crafting? It seems like this has a more specific element, maybe Wood?” he mused aloud.
“Mr. Fokil mentioned that you can combine Normal Orichalcum with Green Orichalcum to infuse Nature elements into the weapon you’re going to craft,” Ivana explained, relaying the message that Fokil had entrusted her with.
Broken lifted his head, absorbing the information. As he pondered, an idea began to take shape in his mind.
“Did he have any other important messages for me, Ivana?”
Ivana shook her head. “He said that he can’t wait to see what you will create from your work.”
Broken nodded slowly, absorbing the information and understanding the steps he needed to take. With a clear plan forming in his mind, he began preparing the materials for the project. Confidence surged within him as he listened to Ivana, realizing the potential to achieve something extraordinary with the unique variants of Orichalcum he had obtained.
Additionally, he had a Monster Soul Stone from a level 200 raid boss. This was no small feat; he knew he had to execute this with utmost precision, aiming for perfection in every detail, hoping that the end result would surpass even his highest expectations. The notion of crafting a Legendary-grade item filled him with exhilaration.
“I’ve got a Monster Soul Stone that aligns perfectly with the materials needed to create the Moonvine Knuckles,” he said. “So I plan to use it to maximize the potential for crafting a
higher-grade weapon.”
He glanced at Ivana. “Which, ideally, would be a Legendary grade.”
Ivana understood the incredible skill required to forge such a remarkable weapon, as she, too, possessed a production class. She chuckled softly, both impressed and amused by his
ambition.
“I’ll provide you with the best support possible,” she said with a warm smile. “I’ll make some food that can boost your Dexterity, hoping it will help you a little.”
“Thanks, Ivana.”
He set to work, starting by smelting the Orichalcum Ore. He had meticulously prepared all the tools necessary for the task. Hot steam billowed around him, his muscles tensing in concentration as he poured his focus and expertise into every motion.