I Was a Loner, but My Class Got Summoned to Another World…-Chapter 102: Soulforge Smith

[Congratulations! You are the first hero to reach Level 40! As a reward for your incredible effort, you have been gifted 8 Orichalcum Ores...]

Ruben suddenly sprang up, nearly dropping the fine sword he had just created.

His calloused hands made it difficult for even the beautiful black steel sword, which had taken a day and a half to make, to cut his hands.

"Did something happen?" he heard a sweet melodic voice from behind.

"Don’t worry, some kind of system notification-like message suddenly appeared before me…" Ruben said to the girl who was sitting, watching him work as always.

"A what?" the girl, wearing comfortable work clothes, said as she tilted her head.

"Oh, well, it’s hard to explain. It was something we usually see in our world…" Ruben replied, wondering why this world had game-like features such as the notification.

He wanted to understand the phenomenon even more and reached out for a small sigil he had been given by the church.

He had forgotten what the church called it, but he knew it held great importance, as it came from a Chronical Crystal.

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Name: Ruben Terris

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Class: Master Blacksmith (Blessing: Fire / Wind)

Level: 40 / Health: 422 / Mana: 254

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Attributes:

Strength: 48 Agility: 29 Dexterity: 46 Constitution: 44 Intelligence: 31 Charisma: 33

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[Skills:]

Quick Temper: Reduces the time required for forging and repairing equipment.

Precision Strike: Improves accuracy and critical hit rate when forging weapons.

Heat Control: Enables precise control over fire, improving blacksmithing processes and reducing material waste. Your journey continues at novelbuddy

Wind’s Grace: Ruben is able to control the wind currents around him to help maintain an ideal temperature. Increases agility and dexterity, allowing for more intricate and delicate work.

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[Abilities:]

Forge Mastery: (Intermediate) Enhances the quality and efficiency of weapon and armor crafting.

Inferno Forge: Temporarily enhances the forge with intense flames, greatly increasing the effectiveness of crafted items.

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[Experience Points (XP): 0/8000]

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His stats and skills seemed normal, but there was another aspect of all this that he did not understand.

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Quest: Soulforge Smith

Unlocks

The ability to create living weapons and armors, and an introductory class to create artifacts. Capability to surpass Level 40. Forge Mastery: (Advanced).

Mission: Create an ideal weapon for 15 heroes, Create an ideal armor for 7 heroes, must be unique, Epic Quality, Durability Over 200, Attack Power: Class Depended, Weight: Class Dependent…Etc.

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He saw the long list of tasks the quest required and thought it was impossible at first.

But after looking at the sword in his hand, he realized it wasn’t too daunting of a quest.

Ruben had already crafted the finest weapons he could with his current abilities and was eager to surpass his creations, especially with the prospect of creating living weapons.

He did not know what it meant, but just thinking about a weapon that could think or grow sounded cool.

The first one he would create would be a hammer, as they were the first to fail him.

He had already tried creating a few hundred, but by the end of the day, they would break under the immense pressure and usage he subjected them to.

For now, he would rest.

He needed to think about who he would create a weapon for, and understand his classmates’ needs.

Before creating something, he loved to gain inspiration like this.

Remembering how he had made countless weapons and armors inside his favorite MMORPG for his guild, Ruben tried to recall the job classes and skills while cleaning his anvil.

As soon as he placed the sword within its sheath, Ruben handed it over to Irma, his lover.

She was the only one, aside from his master, who was allowed to enter his forge.

With the old man away, Ruben had enough time to enjoy the rest of the night with Irma.

As soon as the sword was handed to her, the girl placed it on a shelf, carefully labeling it for its intended recipient.

"So, are you done for the night?" the blonde girl called out to Ruben, leaping into his arms for a hug.

"Yes! Is the food ready? I forgot to eat lunch. I only had bread and milk all day. If I keep this up, I’ll be nothing but bones."

"I told you the food was ready about four hours ago. You just didn’t listen," Irma said, poking his nose.

"Fine, I am sorry. You know how I get when working," the boy laughed as he held her by the hip, walking to the first floor to escape the hot, smoky basement.

As soon as they exited the dark room below, Ruben finally breathed in clean, fresh air.

He then picked up a towel, ready to take a quick shower while Irma finished reheating the food.

Ruben went into the large bathroom he had ordered and quickly washed and soaped himself before entering the spacious tub to rest for a while.

He began reflecting on the past months, recalling how his class and he had entered this world.

He remembered the moment the Oracle had declared him a Master Blacksmith and how he had met his master, the great Hoggin, the best Forgemaster in the kingdom.

Through his hard work and dedication, he had learned so much and earned enough money selling his creations to buy a house in the city of Midar, not far from the castle.

It was then that he remembered how he met Irma, his lovely girlfriend and someone he would never leave.

On the day they were summoned, he had been paired with another maid who clearly did not favor him.

He could tell by the way she kept glancing at Brian that she was not meant for him.

Ruben quickly released her from her duties, assuring her that she did not have to stay with him.

Later that day, as he strolled sadly around the inn, he noticed another maid sitting on a bench outside the building.

She had been dismissed for being a bit chubbier than the others.

Ruben knew that his own overweight had likely made him less favored compared to Brian, a problem he had struggled with since childhood.

Meeting Irma felt destined.

He had always preferred a bit more meat on the bones, so she wasn’t a problem.

Despite her tears that day, she had a lovely face.

After talking and laughing at silly things, they quickly connected, and within days, they became a couple.

Ruben smiled, feeling he was at the peak of his short life.

He had money, a girl, and even a promising future compared to his life back home.

Back there, he had faced problems with his parents, who always fought, struggled with his low grades, and endured the judgmental stares of others.

He was slowly slipping into depression, but coming here had resolved enough problems that he did not wish to go back.

Now, he just needed to figure out how to complete the mission and finish the quest.

He needed to gather a list of heroes—his classmates—and create weapons for fifteen of them, along with a few armors.

During the past month, he had already made hundreds of these, and he was confident it was not going to be a problem.

He suddenly remembered to check his storage.

Unlike the other heroes, production classes had a skill that allowed them to have a small storage within their soul.

Ruben took out the ores he had been given for reaching level 40 and inspected them.

They looked like normal iron, except they were five times as strong and mana-resistant.

They could be especially useful for close-quarter weapons and armor, though not ideal for long blades, given the amount he had.

As soon as he finished his bath, Ruben went back to the dining room and kissed Irma before eating the grand meal she always prepared for him.