The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

But Wiener was in an equally awkward position.

This evil-eyed monster is clearly of a higher rank than the two-headed banshee, and its magical barrier is only more robust.

The blunt blade had already embedded itself in the wall in the blink of an eye, and now it's impossible for him to find it again anytime soon.

We can't expect Venus to smash through its magic barrier with her bare hands, can we?

Both sides are in a situation where they can't break through the defenses, but they can't escape either.

Unless you can break its defenses to remove the magic barrier, Vena really has no way to defeat this evil eye.

not to mention--

Vena can afford to wait, and the Evil Eye is qualified to wait, but what about Felix?

If Felix is ​​controlled by the will of the Evil Eye for too long, his body and mind may become like that monster.

This is something that Wiener absolutely cannot accept.

He wouldn't dare gamble with Felix's life.

If you're going to gamble, why not gamble on your own?

"Hey, this isn't going to work. How about I count to three, and we all let go and start over?"

Vena suggested to the Evil Eye.

"You, first, relax."

"Loosen first if you want."

Wiener simply stopped counting and pulled both hands back at the same time.

Evil Eye initially thought this proposal was another trap set by Viner, and naturally did not expect him to be so decisive.

In that brief moment of distraction, Viña was able to place her fingertip on Felix's forehead.

"I'm risking my life this time, so don't let me down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thief's armor worn by Vena emitted a bright light, enveloping Felix as well.

"Are you awake now?"

"Yes, that's right..."

"We'll talk about apologizing later. If you can't gouge its eyes out and use them as a ball to kick, then you can expect to get your ass kicked like a ball by me."

“I won’t give Wiener that chance.”

"You better be."

As the light faded, Venerer took several steps back, his exposed hand releasing the Absolute Blade, crimson blood staining the broken blade.

The thief's armor that was originally attached to him has now been removed, and Felix is ​​now fully equipped.

The control effect applied to Felix was severed by the Thief's Blade Armor, and the Evil Eye's consciousness was forcibly driven back to its original body.

"squeak!!!"

The forced interruption of the spell brought not only backlash but also unprecedented frustration and anger.

Its massive body trembled violently, its limbs flailing wildly like giant trees in a gale, and the blood-red light surging in its eye sockets almost overflowed.

After suffering repeated defeats at the hands of a few ants he had never taken seriously, Evil Eye went completely berserk.

The pink blood mist emanating from its body had become exceptionally dense and distorted, enveloping everything around it.

Chapter 130 The Boy from Lumiel Village

Lumir Village.

Blacksmith shop.

"Clang! Ding!"

Wiener vigorously swung his forging hammer, striking the sword blank on the anvil.

A man rushed toward the blacksmith's shop and suddenly flung open the curtain.

The "Do Not Disturb" sign placed in front of the blacksmith's shop did nothing to stop people from coming in.

However, seeing that Wiener was forging, he did not rush in. He simply stopped at the door and called out, "Hey, little blacksmith, the sword you made for me is broken. Fix it for me!"

“Replace, don’t repair!” Viner said without looking up.

"Then give me a different one!"

"Cash first, goods later; no credit."

"The customer is always right, how can you do business like this?" Despite his complaints, the man still tossed a money bag in front of Vina.

The bag was so full of silver coins it was almost overflowing.

In a small place like this, this is definitely considered a generous gesture.

“I don’t have a God who can break a sword in three days. You’re just making people doubt the quality of the swords I make.”

Vina didn't count the money pouches on the ground, nor was she bothered to pick them up. She simply took an iron sword from the weapon rack and threw it at the boy.

"How could that be? If even the swords you forge have problems, then there are probably very few swords in the world that can be forged by anyone else."

The boy used two fingers to catch the sword that Venus had thrown at him, then turned it around and carried it on his back.

"I've dealt with most of the bandits, robbers, wild beasts, and magical monsters around here. Staying here any longer won't give me any more experience points. I'm planning to go out and explore in a while. Do you want to come with me?"

"Oh."

"I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart to you, and this is your reaction?"

"Following you for three days and going hungry nine times?"

Lies don't hurt, but the truth does.

"Uh... little blacksmith, you wait, I'll be back!"

Even after the boy's figure disappeared, Vener remained in the stance of swinging his hammer and forging.

Normal sense of smell, normal sense of touch.

If Vena hadn't experienced being swallowed by the world of the Dull Heart Realm, she might have truly been deceived by this incredibly realistic illusion.

"But to be able to dig up things I'd almost forgotten, this thing is actually pretty good."

Looking at her now-shrunken figure, Viner couldn't help but sigh.

The boy who came to buy the sword was the only militia member to leave Lumir Village before Vina.

Despite knowing he was trapped in a bewildering illusion, Venerer remained unusually calm, steadily striking the sword blank with his iron hammer.

He's not in a hurry anyway; if anyone should be in a hurry, it should be Felix outside.

Wiener simply wanted to see if his forging skills would be affected by this environment.

He was quite curious about what kind of thing he could forge in the environment.

In the illusion, time is the only thing that has no meaning.

When those trapped in this endless cycle begin to accept it, they start to forget the existence of the real world.

To this end, they will constantly create illusions, constructing things that are closely connected to the individual's deepest desires and fears.

By precisely capturing and amplifying these emotions, the trapped individuals become increasingly entangled in illusory satisfaction and escapism.

Once the dam of the mind breaks, the individual will completely lose himself and become an eternal prisoner in the illusion.

I do not know how long it has been.

The young man returned, his face beaming with confidence.

"Hey, little blacksmith! I'm planning to leave here tomorrow."

"Give me the best equipment!"

This time, the boy threw out a heavier money bag, which contained plenty of gold coins.

"Oh."

As usual, Vena pulled a seemingly ordinary iron sword from the rack full of various weapons and threw it to the boy.

"No, I wanted the best equipment, why is it still this thing?" The boy frowned as he took the sword, his disappointment barely concealed.

"This is the best iron sword in the village. Take it or leave it."

Wiener casually dealt with the boy, picked up the hammer again, and returned to the hearth.

"I saw you forging swords last time I came, and you're still here this time. What kind of weapon do you want to forge?"

The boy couldn't help but ask.

“I don’t know,” Viner said, shaking her head.

"do not know?"

"Ah."

Wiener's forging was entirely aimless and without any desired outcome.

Simply enjoying the process of hammering.

"Then I think you're just too idle. Without any goals, what good equipment can you possibly forge?"

“A small place like Lumiel Village is too limiting for you. Come with me, and I’ll take you to become the strongest blacksmith.”

The boy reached out to Vina again, extending an invitation.

“...Actually, I do have some goals.” Viner finally stopped hammering and spoke.

"Oh? Tell me, and I'll definitely find a way to make it happen." The boy seemed to see a glimmer of hope and hurriedly asked.

“As for what you just said, you should at least have a beautiful girl talk to me instead,” Vena replied.

"I also want a beautiful young female blacksmith who's my childhood sweetheart! Little blacksmith, don't go too far!"

For some reason, the boy suddenly broke down.

“It seems there’s no point in negotiating.” Viner sighed and swung his hammer again.

"If you're going to leave, then leave quickly. Don't bother me with my forging if there aren't any pretty girls around."

"I always do this, it makes people think I have a problem with my orientation."

Only better weapons and genuinely beautiful girls could sway Viña.

"That's enough." The boy's voice suddenly turned cold, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"In ancient times, there was the story of 'three visits to the thatched cottage,' and now I've only visited the blacksmith's shop twice, which is already giving him plenty of face."

"If you refuse again next time, you will bear the consequences."

“Then just burn this shop down,” Venere said, unmoved.

His attention was completely focused on the sword blank in his hand, and he didn't even notice when the boy left.

Wiener's thoughts grew increasingly heavy, and he could no longer distinguish between memories and illusions.

So it took the boy a long time to realize what had happened.

The boy seemed to have said something inappropriate.

Was I too deeply immersed in the illusion, or was the boy also in it?

It seems that this will be the last time we meet, after all three visits to Zhuge Liang's thatched cottage.

Felix, can't you make the most of your time outside?

"Snapped!"

A black burlap sack flew in from outside and crashed heavily to the ground.

Whether Wiener liked it or not, what was bound to happen eventually did happen.

The young man who came this time was not the spirited and confident young man he always was; on the contrary, he was extremely disheveled.

It was unclear whose blood it was, but it covered the boy's entire body.

"Here's what you wanted." The boy stood at the door, his attitude unusually different from usual.