Frilian: Starting with Wind Spirit and Moon Shadow, Playing Through the Heavens

"That's amazing. It's a life-changing ability."

50% becomes 100% after doubling.

In other words, once this ability is used, even those destined to fail can succeed, and even those destined to succeed can fail.

Unlike pure luck.

"So…"

Considering its effects in his mind, Ronan paused, then continued to ask.

"Is there any limitation to such a powerful skill?"

Although the effects of the probability manipulation left him speechless for a moment, Ronan knew that no ultimate skill could be without flaws.

Even absolute defense can be pierced by absolute cutting, twisting fate...

You must understand that even the Creator King you possess does not create matter out of thin air; it requires magic essence as a medium.

After listening to Ronan's question, Frilian paused for a few seconds before explaining:

"Regarding the restrictions... I'm not entirely sure either, but we can give it a try. Are there any other enemies around?"

"There aren't any left, how do I try?"

Frillie slowly voiced the thoughts in her mind:

“We can try to reforge the Hero’s Sword. Didn’t we get a piece of ultimate metal before? We also have a lot of magic steel.”

"Ok?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow, and then he understood everything.

It turned out to be the case.

Only the dwarf beside him remained stunned.

Seeing that Frilian and Ronan were looking at him, he waved his hands repeatedly:

"Wait... wait a minute, this isn't right. Even though I'm a blacksmith, it's too much to ask me to forge iron in this godforsaken place."

"Also, ultimate metal... May I ask if you intend to forge a mythical weapon, sir?"

He only forged one legendary weapon in his entire life, and even that was a barely successful attempt.

Now...it's legendary.

What merit or ability do they possess?

I took a deep breath, wanting to say something more.

However, Frilian seemed to see through his concerns and spoke first:

"Don't worry, Mr. Dwarf, you should have heard what I said earlier."

"With me here, we won't fail. You just need to forge the Sword of Heroes to the final stage."

"Because it's a probabilistic operation, it can only affect one thing at a time."

Crafting weapons may seem like a single task, but it is actually composed of several smaller tasks, much like eating.

Swallowing a mouthful of food is considered a success, while being full is the result of many successes.

After saying all that, Frillian added a few more words about the matter.

For example, forging tools can be materialized and restored, and flames can be controlled by fire magic, with temperature that can be freely controlled.

In short, everything is ready except for the final push.

"..." The dwarf fell completely silent.

He had no other choice at this moment, having no other options.

The only option is to believe Frillie.

After finding a reasonably spacious and well-ventilated environment, Ronan used magic to quickly materialize the things in the dwarf's memory.

Soon, a fully equipped forging room appeared before everyone's eyes.

Ronan took out the Ultimate Metal and handed it, along with the Hero's Sword, to the dwarf blacksmith.

After the transfer was complete, he looked at Frillie and the others and said:

"Go out, don't disturb him, Frilian. Just wait by the door, the bed and blankets are ready for you."

"I don't know how long the forging will take, but if you get tired, take a rest. Food and water will be placed by your bedside."

"In addition to these, there are also some comics and dolls."

In this forging, Frilian was the final key player, because given the blacksmith's skill level, failure was almost certain.

To avoid wasting ultimate metal and damaging the Hero's Sword, the timing of skill usage must be precise.

Frillie nodded, her tone confident and composed: "Don't worry, Ronan, I will succeed."

"Even if it can't become a mythical masterpiece, it can still have a perfect ending."

Ronan knew where her confidence came from, but he did not respond.

I just kept thinking to myself that I shouldn't set goals lightly.

Hopefully everything will go as smoothly as she said.

Then, everyone turned and left the forging room.

Frillie stood guard by the door and climbed directly onto the bed.

Since it was still early, she picked up a comic book and started flipping through it, leisurely munching on snacks while smiling softly.

From her relaxed expression, it was clear that she really enjoyed the story.

Ronan, on the other hand, planned to wander around and see if there were any other potential dangers or interesting things nearby.

Celia didn't follow, but instead took out a golem, preparing to study it.

Over the past two thousand years, she has not only studied magic.

Chapter 117, The Divine Sword is Successfully Forged, A Golden Legend! (4k4)

On the other side, in Golden Country.

Is this the place?

On the boundless sea, the white ice dragon floated silently in the sky.

She touched the transparent barrier in front of her, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.

"A petty trick."

They were just about to break through the defensive barrier and find Leon.

Suddenly, her gaze was drawn to a figure standing on the beach.

The figure wore a mask and appeared somewhat blurry in the sunlight, yet it exuded a familiar aura.

Bai Binglong frowned.

“That is…” she murmured to herself, her thoughts racing through her mind.

She quickly found the source of this sense of familiarity.

"Kunoa? He's still alive?"

"Hmph, what a lucky guy."

"My sister made a mistake after all..."

"Fortunately, I'm here."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Bai Binglong's mouth.

Because the last battle was full of suspicious points, neither of them could be sure whether Kunoa possessed the King of Justice.

Therefore, in Bai Binglong's view, this is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity.

My sister will fail simply because she is too weak, while I am different.

"My strength, classified by the level of monsters, has reached the peak of the Calamity level."

"In this world, only my elder brother, Guy, and Rudra at his peak can reliably defeat me."

It's not that Bai Binglong is bragging, it's just that the base axis world is too stable, and the magic element protects everything, suppressing any amount of energy released.

Otherwise, in a world with low magic levels, a single strike could easily destroy an entire star system.

Just as she placed one hand on the barrier, pondering her next move, she saw several more people emerge from the shadows of the beach.

It was a blond man and a blond girl.

The former looked incredibly familiar to Bai Binglong; it was none other than the master of this Golden Land—Lion Cromwell.

And the latter...

The moment Bai Binglong saw her, his brows furrowed sharply:

"The progenitor of yellow?"

Although Guy is the strongest of the original seven demons, that does not mean that the other demons are weak.

At the very least, the gravity magic wielded by the Yellow Ancestor posed a considerable threat to him.

Bai Binglong narrowed his eyes, a hint of seriousness flashing in them.

Without realizing it, she unconsciously tightened her outstretched hand, and with a "crack," the reinforced magic barrier suddenly shattered.

Just as the White Ice Dragon was about to burst into the Golden Land, the people on the beach suddenly vanished.

Immediately afterwards, Bai Binglong felt a fluctuation in the surrounding air and found herself completely surrounded.

“...Ha, you have fallen, Leon.”

After a moment of silence, Bai Binglong smiled, seemingly unconcerned.

She withdrew her hand from the barrier, crossed her arms, and gazed silently at Leon Cromwell, her tone indifferent.

"Now, in order to deal with me, they've even learned to join forces."