In this chaotic world, it all started when they found an elf girl.

Chapter 595 A Terrifying Fate

Scharon and Situ moved their reattached limbs. Although they were not fully recovered and there was still a slight pain and discomfort, it was enough to shock people. They had been prepared to lose their limbs, and the joy of getting them back surged in their hearts.

"Your healing magic is quite good, much better than that useless elf. Come be my underling!" Sharon said, looking like a gangster boss.

A "well" shape appeared on Celia's forehead.

Roy said indifferently, "I'm not interested."

"Why?" Sharon was about to ask when a large, powerful hand patted him on the back.

Xitu mocked mercilessly: "Hahahaha, wolf boy, with your kind of scum, you think you can take someone as your follower? You're dreaming."

"You old geezer, don't use so much force, or your wound will reopen!" Sharon winced in pain.

Roy didn't react much to Sharon's "rude remarks." He seemed to see another Bert in him; werewolves all had similar personalities.

Sharon expressed his gratitude to Roy in his own way, while Situ, Sertia, and Jazanev also expressed their deepest thanks, albeit in a more polite manner.

Albert said sincerely, "Thank you, otherwise we wouldn't know what to do."

This sentence is not an exaggeration.

Having lost Sophia, and if they were to lose Sharon and Situ as well, it would be virtually impossible for them to continue conquering the dungeon. Ultimately, their fighting strength was simply too insufficient. The drawbacks of the Age of Heroes were very obvious, and the gods' personal intervention was partly due to this; a few heroes alone could not save the lower realm.

"You are welcome."

Roy sized up the young man who would later be considered the strongest hero. He was very handsome, tall and straight, and had a scarf around his neck.

Compared to the wreckage seen in the Thousand Cang Ice Garden, Albert standing in front of Roy was the real Albert, exuding an indescribable leadership and heroic spirit, as if he were a born hero.

Among the returning heroes, Albert was the least injured, with only minor superficial wounds, but his sword was the most severely worn. Based on the unique wounds inflicted by the monsters on the others, Roy could judge their strength just from these characteristics.

Albert is no less than him!

Even in terms of pure attack, Albert may be more dangerous than Roy.

Roy, who possesses the "Intuition" skill, has a more acute sense than others. It is like a tremor emanating from the depths of the soul, a strike that Albert delivers directly to the soul.

At this moment, Albert stared at Roy with a slightly strange look in his eyes: "Have we met before?"

Roy calmly asked, "Why do you ask that?"

Albert replied, "That's exactly the feeling."

Can you remember everyone you meet?

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"No, my memory isn't that good."

Albert shook his head at first, then smiled and said, "But the aura of the soul doesn't lie. This isn't our first meeting, at least not with you."

A gentle breeze enveloped Albert's body, like whispering wind spirits in the air.

Roy thought to himself that this was outrageous, like mind reading, and without the need for incantations like magic. If Albert hadn't said anything, no one would have known. He said meaningfully, "Since you don't remember, it means we haven't met before. Perhaps we'll have a chance to meet in the future."

"The future —"

A hint of surprise flashed in Albert's eyes as his gaze lingered on Roy, Loki, and Freya. He murmured, "I see, so that's another possibility."

The fairy-like conversation between Roy and Albert was almost incomprehensible to everyone except a handful of people.

After guessing the origins of Roy and his companions, Albert, who had failed to conquer the 89th floor, was in a much better mood; his hope for the future had not yet been extinguished!

The group entered the tent and held a meeting.

Roy healed Sharon and Situ's injuries, gained the gratitude of many heroes, and received Ivelda's assurance, thus successfully entering the inner circle.

Through Albert and others, Roy obtained information about the 80th to 89th floors of the dungeon.

Following the duplex structure from the 73rd to the 77th floors, the deep-sea area on the 78th floor, and the safe floor on the 79th floor, the 80th floor is the "sky area". Once you enter, gravity will reverse, and the original ground will immediately become the unreachable sky.

All the monsters you encounter have the ability to fly!

Up to the eighty-ninth floor, the fiercest and strongest dragon born in the underground city becomes the floor master.

Roy was filled with mixed emotions. It was another floor of hellish difficulty. Luckily, Albert and the others went in first to scout ahead. If he had rushed into the "Sky Realm" with Ryu and the others, who knows what kind of accident might have happened.

The meeting ended as evening approached.

Sharon and Situ needed time to recover, so the dungeon raid was temporarily suspended. Everyone went about their own business, with Albert leading the heroes who had gained the power of the fairy essence to clear out the monsters that had escaped from the dungeon.

Roy, who possessed top-notch healing magic, quickly made a name for himself, and people flocked to him for treatment every day, forming a long queue.

Roy accepted all comers, but he didn't work for free.

Those receiving treatment need to exchange monster materials as payment. Roy then decides how much mental energy to expend to treat them, depending on the rarity of the materials.

This can also be seen as preparation for the next great undertaking.

Chaos's eleventh world-class feat was to forge a true divine weapon on his own, and Roy wanted to improve his forging skills.

It has to be said that coming to this era has its advantages. Precious materials worth hundreds of millions in later generations are delivered to Roy as if they were free.

Unlike the Age of Gods, there are very few advanced blacksmiths in this era. They lack the knowledge brought by the gods, the "forging" development ability of the grace system, and the most desperate technical challenges.

The techniques for modifying firestones, magic stone techniques, and research on various materials—these are almost non-existent in this era. People who can't even guarantee their survival have no time to study such nonsense.

Albert and the others usually use weapons made of fairy spirits; there is no supply without demand.

Even the most skilled dwarven blacksmiths of this era could only forge level three weapons, no matter how hard they tried.

Only a small number of immortal essences can forge top-tier weaponry.

The precious materials accumulated over two thousand years were all happily acquired by Roy, who purchased them all at prices unimaginable to later generations. The precious materials quickly filled several warehouses, enough for him to practice with.

Roy's failed forging attempts were not wasted; they were sold back to the townspeople, truly demonstrating his mastery of core technology and its recycling.

Both sides are willing to give and receive.

Roy was, after all, a blacksmith capable of forging near-god-level equipment. Even his failed attempts reached epic level, far surpassing the standards of this era.

As a result, the people of the town flocked to it.

Freya was more than happy to have Roy stay in this era for a while; being able to stay by Roy's side for as long as possible was something she had always dreamed of.

Loki spent all her time with Ais, vowing to make up for the regret of not having played with her before. Because of Roy's warning, she dared not go too far, otherwise she would have stripped the girl naked.

The only thing that annoyed Loki was...

While her father Albert was out hunting monsters, little Ais would run to Roy's forge, squat by the furnace, and quietly watch Roy forge equipment. Her innocent big eyes and chubby baby face made people sigh, "What an adorable little thing!"

At times like these, Loki would keep a watchful eye on Roy, determined not to let that wretched Orario stallion steal away his most adorable Aistan.

Roy almost blasted Loki out of the game.

Little Ais is only seven years old now, so no matter how ruthless Roy is, he couldn't possibly bring himself to do it.

While Roy was busy, an expected trouble came knocking—Celtia.

Celia's appearance was no less than Riveria's, and the two shared a strikingly similar temperament: noble and elegant, exuding an otherworldly aura, clear and pure, containing unfathomable depth.

"Are you of elven royalty?"

Celia got straight to the point.

"I suppose so," Roy replied. When Celia sensed his royal bloodline, he could also clearly perceive her, even more so than when he was with Riveria, because his royal bloodline came from Celia.

Roy's straightforward attitude surprised Celia. Roy did not have any elven characteristics (pointed ears), which meant that his royal bloodline was very diluted. She naturally thought that Roy would not admit it and had prepared several excuses, but none of them worked. For a moment, she was speechless.

Roy looked at Celia: "Is there anything else?"

Celia hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and said, "Your equipment forging skills are very good."

Roy waved his hand modestly: "It's alright."

Celia remained silent. She had learned from others that Roy's abilities were far from "okay." The equipment Roy forged were all rare and exquisite.

Especially the rumors she'd heard: all the equipment Roy was selling so far were "failed products," while the truly finished products were comparable to top-tier weaponry transformed from a divine spirit—

"I want to commission you to forge equipment." Celia seemed to remember something, and her eyes lit up.

Roy glanced at Celtia with surprise. She already possessed armor formed from fairy spirits; there was no need for her to specifically request his help. "What kind of equipment do you want? Armor?"

"No, please wait a moment."

Celia shook her head and walked outside alone.

Seeing this, Roy didn't pay any attention. Celia was there to confirm his royal status, and forging equipment was just a passing fancy. He continued his work, and the crisp sound of striking iron rang out, with sparks flying everywhere.

Seven or eight minutes later, Celia returned and placed a dull, scrap-looking sword blank in front of Roy: "Finish it for me!"

Roy was now in a bad mood.

Roy picked up the sword blank that Celia had brought, and a feeling of blood connection surged up. This extremely familiar feel, there was no mistake, it was the elven holy sword!

No one knows this piece of equipment better than Roy, which has accompanied him through countless trials and tribulations since LV.2, even though it is only a sword blank now.

"What is this?" Roy asked, feigning composure.

Roy hid it well, but Celia still caught the surprise he showed when he touched the sword blank of the elven holy sword. However, she didn't think much of it and just assumed that Roy sensed the special nature of the sword blank through his royal bloodline.

Celia said, "This equipment was commissioned by the Flame Fairy Essence in the Great Tree Sea to forge, but it's not finished yet, so I'd like to ask you to continue forging it."

Roy frowned and asked, "Why not let the Flame Fairies complete this equipment? If they work together, their skills are no less than mine!"

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Upon hearing this, Celia felt that her junior was too arrogant. Only the fire fairies who were skilled in forging could stand up to him.

Little did she know that Roy, a disciple of the God of Forging, was no less capable than the Flame Fairies in any way.

"This equipment is very special."

Celia didn't argue with Roy, but instead recounted the origin of the sword embryo: "Fairies can transform into weapons. Based on this idea, I've been thinking about whether it's possible to break through the current limitations of insufficient equipment level by infusing it with my own magic power to enhance its quality."

Roy carefully examined Celtia.

Celia asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, this idea is very innovative." Roy exclaimed. These ancient heroes are indeed extraordinary, all geniuses who started from scratch. The fact that he obtained the elven holy sword means that they have succeeded.

Celia continued, "This sword blank is the result, or more accurately, a semi-finished product. According to the Flame Fairy, its final step must be completed by a blacksmith with elven royal blood, otherwise it will become a weapon exclusively for fairies."

"That's correct!"

Roy, the blacksmith, agreed with this view, saying that it was not an exclusive weapon for fairies, since Celtia was also infused with elven blood and magic. However, if the final step was completed by the fire fairy, the order of importance would be reversed, as the fairy's authority was above that of the elven royal family.

That would be the "Celestial Sword" instead of the Elf Sword, which Celtia could not accept.

This sword blank has been in Celtia's hands for several years, but it has not been fully completed because she cannot find a blacksmith with elven royal blood.

Since the birth of the Elven royal family, there has never been a blacksmith. In the eyes of the elves, this dirty and tiring work is the exclusive domain of dwarves and humans.

This filled Celia with deep despair.

The one who signed the contract with Celtia was not a Flame Fairy, but an Ice Fairy. It did not have the advantage of forging, and the skills required to complete the Elf Holy Sword could not be honed in a short time, otherwise she would have personally taken action.

She thought she would never see the sword embryo completed in her lifetime, but unexpectedly, Roy appeared.

Little did Roy know, his feelings were even more complicated.

Roy gripped the elven holy sword's blade tightly.

If he completed the forging of the Elven Holy Sword and handed it to Celtia, and a thousand years later, he obtained the equipment again in the tomb of the underworld—guided by the treasure map dropped as a system reward, Roy's expression was uncertain, and he felt a chill run down his spine as he thought about it!