The Artifact Forger from the Beginning of Collapse

“This…” Qingque hesitated.

"Let's give it a try. After all, things can't get any worse," Chen Li said softly as he squatted down in front of Qing Que.

Based on Chen Li's experience and Qing Que's situation, the higher the number on the die (above 10), the luckier he will be in resolving his current troubles.

Once the score drops below 10, the lower the score, the more unlucky you'll become and the deeper you'll get trapped.

How unlucky or lucky you are depends on the severity of the current trouble.

Minor troubles, no matter how bad they are, won't get too bad.

"This is a huge gamble!" Qingque looked at the pink dice in front of her and finally couldn't resist grabbing them.

As Qingque tossed the dice into the air, the moment they landed, it felt as if her heart had been struck hard.

【6】

"Ah!" Qingque cried out in agony.

They lost miserably once again.

"Don't worry so much. How could I possibly harm you as a friend?" Just when Qingque was in despair, Chen Li placed his hand directly on Qingque's head, like a ray of light shining into a dim space.

Then, under Qingque's hopeful gaze, Chen Li gently flicked the dice with his fingers.

The die spun again, and this time it landed on a different number.

【11】

"You can manually add points?" Qingque was overjoyed.

"I only had 5 Pleasure Points saved up, and now I'm using them all on you. In other words, as long as you throw out at least 3 points, I can guarantee you'll be able to resolve your current troubles smoothly."

"Huh? Didn't you say you only accumulated 5 points? Why is the maximum value 3?"

"That was originally how it was, but after seeing your antics firsthand, I've added three points," Chen Li said with a carefree laugh.

"What if I roll a 1?"

"Don't worry, I have a solution. Since it was my fault for making you roll the dice again, even if you rolled a 1, resulting in a major failure and the entire Immortal Ship Alliance knowing that you single-handedly fired three unparalleled cannons, I can smooth things over with my high moral praise. Let's just consider this roll a waste." Chen Li shrugged.

This is the real reason Chen Li encouraged Qing Que—to put himself in a "wicked" position.

If there are different types of people who enjoy entertainment, or even different camps, then Chen Li definitely belongs to the Orderly Good.

Fortunately, the fact that Qingque was nailed to the pillar of shame of Di Yuan Qiongyu was not a major problem, which is why Chen Li dared to make a guarantee.

Even though both are rare items, the one-star rare item, the Joyful Dice, is definitely of higher priority than the Merit Balance, but Chen Li has over 100,000 merit coins in his hands.

Don't be stingy with your Pleasure Points, since the maximum is only 10.

Perhaps this die was meant to encourage Chen Li to enjoy life to the fullest?

This makes sense.

"Although I don't know how to accumulate pleasure points, they must be very valuable. I'm sorry to have troubled you, my friend." Qingque tightly grasped the hand that Chen Li had just used to pat her head, deeply moved.

"Well, it's not that bad."

"No, you don't understand. If I were truly nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of the Imperial Jade Palace, my life would be half gone!"

"Hehe." Looking at the pleasure points that had increased by three points to a total of 6, Chen Li silently accepted Qing Que's thanks.

This was something Chen Li hadn't expected to be considered pleasant.

"This can be considered a vivid and illustrative lesson in life, right? In short, stop thinking about high-stakes gambling every day. There are only two outcomes for gamblers."

"What are the two possible outcomes?" Although she was still more concerned about being nailed to the pillar of shame at the Imperial Jade Palace and how the Pleasure Dice had helped her resolve the matter, Qingque listened patiently to Chen Li's words.

"All or nothing."

"...Isn't this still gambling?"

“Yes, now that I’ve persuaded you, it’s time to persuade another gambler.” Chen Li tossed the dice in his hand, laughing even more heartily.

Chen Li reiterated that he was laughing because rolling the dice naturally made him feel good, not because he was thinking about what might happen to Sha Jin in the future.

I admit that the luck of the gold-plated dice is unparalleled, and his good fortune is unprecedented. But what would happen if he encountered the Pleasure Dice, which can block all luck attributes? Chen Li is very much looking forward to it.

88

Chapter 88 Chen Li: The local nobles are so rude!

"What a surprise! To find a blacksmith capable of forging Imperial Arms in such a remote place from the capital. And to think that our daughter would have this opportunity. Welcome, welcome!" The nobleman, with slightly graying hair and a stout build, but always wearing a gentle smile, greeted Chen Li warmly.

“It’s fate that we meet. I never expected that using this strange artifact would allow me to contact a young lady from a noble family thousands of miles away. And I never expected that this artifact would be called an Imperial Arms in this country. Thank you for your hospitality, sir.” Chen Li sat at the dining table, looking at the delicious food in front of him, and exchanged pleasantries with Arya’s father very politely.

The light from the silver candlesticks reflected on the texture of the unknown, dangerous meat steak, while the red wine gleamed dimly in the crystal glass.

Chen Li successfully arrived in this world.

Deceiving Arya wasn't difficult. Chen Li only needed to slightly edit the information conveyed by the artifact blacksmith to easily get her to accept his request to travel through time.

For example, the description "from another world" can be removed.

Once the other party has received basic information about the Oddity Forger, during the chat, you can make them misunderstand Oddity Forging as the lost ancient Imperial Arms forging technique.

The rest will follow naturally.

In the world of Akame ga Kill!, filled with blood and blades, the Imperial Arms, possessing wondrous powers, are like miracles.

For them, the only thing that could make people travel thousands of miles from remote areas to the capital is the Imperial Arms that have been passed down from the capital.

However, if it is a remote rural area, it seems not impossible that the method of forging Imperial Arms, which was lost a thousand years ago, is still preserved.

After Chen Li applied to open the portal, Arya readily agreed to guide him and prepared a lavish dinner at her home.

“No need to be so polite. As you said, it’s fate that we met. As a Teigu user, with this skill, Mr. Chen Li can thrive even in this historically rich imperial capital,” said Arya’s father.

“I see. Then I’ll trouble you to introduce me to the higher-ups in the capital. In return, I will forge this Imperial Arm for Miss Arya free of charge,” Chen Li nodded and said.

"Really? That's great!" Arya said with some surprise.

“How can this be? Since he is a blacksmith, he should of course receive appropriate compensation, especially since he is forging such a wondrous item as an Imperial Arm. We should pay him. I wonder if Mr. Chen Li could show us the forged Imperial Arm?” Arya’s father said seriously.

“Of course.” Chen Li said as he took out a silver needle about the length of his palm.

"This is... a Teigu?"

"Even among Imperial Arms, there are varying degrees of strength. The best material for forging Imperial Arms is Orichalcum, but I don't have any on hand, so the effect of this Imperial Arm will be slightly weaker, only inflicting extreme pain. However, it can change size." Chen Li said as he manipulated the silver needle, forged from Soul Steel, to extend.

"How amazing!" Arya clapped her hands as she watched.

"I'm glad Miss Arya likes it. This wondrous item was originally made for you." Chen Li shrunk the silver needle back to the length of a palm and placed it on the table.

"Alright, let's eat first, and we can talk more after we finish eating," said Arya's mother, a well-maintained blonde woman, with a smile.

“You’re right. We put a lot of effort into preparing this meal. It contains meat from a rare and dangerous species, and it tastes delicious. We mustn’t waste it.” Arya nodded repeatedly.

"Then you guys eat too."

“No need, we’ve already had dinner. This dinner was specially prepared to entertain you,” Arya said with a smile.

"Oh, then I won't be polite." Chen Li's eyes lit up.

He then picked up a huge piece of thigh meat, about the size of a human head, and took a bite.

Power surged forth.

The meat of dangerous species can indeed bring Chen Li a significant boost. Although the drug inside slightly ruins the original taste of the meat, from another perspective, it also has a unique flavor.

This will help increase resistance to migraines.

Although Chen Li would be fine as long as he put food in his mouth, there was no guarantee that someone wouldn't poison him from somewhere else.

What if someone poisons Chen Li's tongue, then licks Chen Li's face, says "it tastes like a lie," and then knocks Chen Li unconscious?

"The meat of dangerous species is indeed delicious, but why do I feel a little sleepy?" After a long while, Chen Li, who had finished eating the dish that the noble lord had specifically requested, which was cooked with precious dangerous species as ingredients, was a little puzzled, and then slumped onto the table.

"This guy said he could forge Imperial Arms, and I thought he was really something. But it seems he's just average. If he were that good, why didn't he forge an Imperial Arm that could protect him from poison?" The once sweet and lovely noble lady, Arya, looked at Chen Li, who was lying motionless on the dining table, and a cruel smile appeared on her face.

Seeing the long needle now in her hands, capable of inflicting pain on others, Arya smiled even more broadly, her fingers trembling with excitement as she gripped the silver needle.

"I don't know where he got the method for forging Imperial Arms that was passed down from the capital a thousand years ago, and he was lucky enough to obtain Imperial Arms that can be used to forge them... Even so, he's just an ignorant poor country bumpkin." The originally kind and peaceful nobleman's words were not without sarcasm.

After a thousand years, no one knows what kind of Imperial Arms there are; all that is known is that there are 48 Imperial Arms in total.

"After all, we used the most dangerous ingredients to cover up the smell of a large amount of drugs. He died a worthy death to be able to eat such things. But my daughter is really amazing. I heard that not everyone can gain the recognition of the Imperial Arms." The noblewoman's smile became more restrained at this moment.

“Of course… Speaking of which, I originally thought you, Dad, would consider recommending this blacksmith who can forge Imperial Arms to the higher-ups of the Empire.” Arya smiled proudly.

“Things are valued for their rarity. And if everyone has an Imperial Arms, or even if those lowly trash are given weapons that can defy fate, what if they harm us?” The nobleman waved his hand.

"Then what happens next?"

"Of course... we should try to find an Imperial Arms that can be forged from the other party. If we really have such an item, we can give it to the minister and we will definitely gain his favor," the nobleman said.

As for the issue that not everyone can use Imperial Arms? Don't worry.

With so many people in the Empire, are we afraid we can't find someone who can use this Imperial Arm?

"Yay! Once you find the Imperial Arm, I'm going to personally use this Imperial Arm that can inflict extreme pain on him!" Arya cheered.

"Don't mess it up. The minister might still need this person," the nobleman warned.

"Know it!"