The Max Level Hero Has Returned!-Chapter 939. Divine Dragon Sword Twilight

The black, superheated ingot began to transform rapidly, stretching and morphing with every strike of the hammer. Shaping red-hot metal using only a hammer was no small feat, especially with one of the most challenging metals to work with like Helixium was.

With each strike, the internal grain of the material shifted, gradually settling into the form of a natural magic circle.

Weapons forged from Helixium became lighter the more simple and streamlined their design was.

Clang! Clang!

Davey continued hammering, aware that even a single mistake would result in failure. He worked the grain, altering the insides of the ingot. The magic circle took on a natural form of beauty, but each individual layer of the circle held little power on its own. He crafted a design where the full effect could only be realized when all the layers came together.

Davey couldn't infuse the sword with a deeply resonating soul like Surtr would. Instead, he chose to use his own method for infusing souls.

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“Wow...” Evangeline gasped softly.

Despite his resistance to heat, he could feel the sweltering air enveloping his body.

As he continued to hammer away, shirtless in the boiling heat, he remembered the grueling tasks Surtr had once given him and the time he had forged Red Ribbon and Blue Ribbon with Perserque.

Those were supremely difficult, yet this task demanded an even greater level of concentration.

Clang! Clang!

The black ingot gradually took on the shape of a greatsword. He reminded himself once again that he wouldn’t be able to reforge the metal through heat once it was cooled.

The authority of Red Ribbon and Super Ribbon also stood no chance against weapons forged from Helixium. Due to its properties, it was extremely hard to obtain, let alone forge at will, which helped it earn the nickname divine metal.

The massive yet elegantly curved sword glowed a fiery red as its shape began to solidify. Although it retained the appearance of a blade, its interior was layered with countless sheets—hundreds, even thousands of magic circles were stacked upon one another.

Individually, these magic circles were ineffective, adding no additional weight to the sword. But once combined, they formed a single cohesive magic circle capable of applying a significant effect.

These layers served as a foundation for the dragon heart fragments Davey had prepared as a catalyst in advance—designed to amplify the power of the sword’s rightful owner, Evangeline, to an extreme degree.

Davey recalled the mistakes of when he made the divine spear Longinus, where he had added all sorts of unnecessary features, causing its weight to skyrocket. He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes again.

‘The dragon heart alone is sufficient to amplify her power. Even with just that, the sword already surpassed its weight tolerance.’

If he could enable shape-shifting magic, the sword could transform into a thinner form, but resolving the issue of mass would be no easy task.

‘If only I could do something about the weight... Wait a second.’

This metal being dubbed as divine metal was by no means a recent event—even when he was first introduced to it, it had already been called as such for countless years. Assuming the label of ‘divine’ was chosen deliberately, he wondered if it was a metal inherently compatible with divine power.

In the past, when he didn’t have divine power, making such an attempt at experimentation was unthinkable. Even now, if his theory had so much as one single error, the sword would become prohibitively heavy and useless.

‘If I fail... I’ll just ask Surtr for more.’

Davey started at the glowing, red-hot blade as if hypnotized. Once he regained his focus, he unleashed his divinity. Holy energy radiated outward, forming pure white feathers of light that gently coalesced and floated down onto the Helixium sword. As the feathers touched the blade, the sword flashed brightly.

And then, the change began.

The magic circles he had etched into the sword’s grain started to merge with the holy power. His divine power was seeped into every corner of the Helixium, triggering a transformation.

Davey couldn’t help but smile, pleased.

“Well, now... I wasn’t expecting this.”

‘Evangeline, Daddy’s going to make you something incredible.’

Without hesitation, Davey resumed hammering. The metal continued to shift, absorbing the divine energy. As the hammer fell again and again, the metal began to awaken, revealing its hidden potential.

* * *

As if his soul had reached the deepest extrasensory-suppressing and distraction-free realm, Davey hammered away, fully immersed in his work.

With steady hands, he used tongs to hold the piece firmly, adjusting any misaligned sections with the faintest of taps. It was akin to the work of a clockmaker, meticulously fitting each piece into place—except he was doing it all with a large hammer instead of miniature tools of precision.

Fwooosh!

The dragon heart fragment, which had been burning as a catalyst, reached its final state. Without any further intervention, it had transformed into a smooth, oval magic gem—the ultimate magic stone. He carefully extracted it and began layering multiple enchantments. Massive magic circles manifested at his fingertips, briefly glowing before sinking into the gem.

He then slowly embedded the magic stone into the lower section of the blade, where it fused seamlessly into the sword in a homogenous pairing.

The catalyst was now in place—only the final touches remained.

Normally, the forging process would be over once the metal cooled. But after infusing divine power, he had unlocked new possibilities. The divine power allowed him to temporarily manipulate and stabilize the shape.

“So this is why they call it divine metal—it can only be fully utilized and forged by someone using divine power.’

Unconcerned by what was happening around him, Davey focused entirely on the glowing, red-hot blade. Despite its enormous size, the greatsword weighed a mere five kilograms—it was almost the same weight as the original ingot. The dragon heart would’ve normally added significant weight to the blade, but the infusion of divine power proved to be a game-changer. It had served to counter and resolve what would have otherwise been a substantial increase in weight.

For a concentrated time, Davey put all he had—every ounce of effort—into forging the weapon. In addition to its extraordinary materials, it was to be the first weapon he had fully forged himself since returning to Tionis to settle down.

He stared at the glowing blade briefly before placing it back into the furnace. As he slowly rose, exhaustion began to creep in. His focus was nearing its limit, yet he pressed on nonetheless. Since he had already come so far, he figured he might as well make it perfect.

Reaching into his Pocket Plane, he retrieved every catalyst and material he had prepared. As he rummaged, he found something unexpected.

“This is...?”

[The Teardrop of God]

He stared at the diluted elixir with confusion—he distinctly remembered using up all of the elixirs in his possession. He couldn’t help but wonder if someone had tampered with his Pocket Plane. After a brief moment of puzzlement, he shook his head and took it out.

‘I guess it doesn’t matter how it got here. The important thing is that I have it.’

Also—

“There’s this too.”

He took out additional materials and began incorporating them into the sword with swift precision.

The blade, once crude and unrefined, began to take on a breathtakingly beautiful shape. He etched crimson characters of ancient dragontongue into the blade for the finishing touches. Since initially taking control of dragontongue, Davey had later gained the ability to personally wield it as well. He knew the enhancement’s inclusion would further amplify Evangeline’s power.

Finally, he tossed aside the hammer and tongs. Taking a rough piece of specially treated salamander leather in one hand, blazing-hot blade in the other, he rubbed the leather against the surface to smooth out the rough patches. For ten straight minutes, he sharpened and refined the blade, polishing it with feverish intensity.

When the sword was finally finished, Davey didn’t cool it immediately. Instead, he hung it in the air and began the final round of enhancements.

[World Tree’s Branch]

Unlike the old World Tree, the power of the current World Tree Al was incomprehensibly vast. Davey quickly whittled the piece of the branch he had secretly taken—he’d never expected that he would ever use his divine power to carve a piece of wood.

The wood was so absurdly durable that even an Aura Blade left no mark on it despite hundreds of ceaseless strikes.

‘It’s ridiculously sturdy, even for a legendary piece of wood.’

He then crafted the sword’s scabbard, pommel, and guard. Each piece fit together seamlessly, merging as if malleable clay, until the sword was complete.

Afterward, he summoned a high-ranking water spirit to prepare a blessing. He slowly poured the water onto the tip of the blade, allowing it to drip down and cover it in an aquatic sheen.

The hiss of rapidly cooling metal filled the air as steam erupted. At the same time, the water vapor seeped back into the blade, completing the process.

‘I wasn’t expecting spirits to seep in as well.’

The technique of imbuing a soul into a weapon was something only Surtr could achieve, so awakening a complete consciousness within the sword was an impossible task for Davey. However, things were different when it came to spirit swords.

He hadn’t expected a spirit to willingly merge with a blade. But as they say, the world was vast, and there was certainly no shortage of crazy spirits out there.

He ran his eyes over the completed sword. The finished product was a long, wide blade with a jet-black surface and crimson dragontongue etched along its length.

Despite its dark and fiery appearance that seemed to be the opposite of the white longsword Caldeiras, the sword exuded a sacred, almost majestic aura.

“Let’s see... it’s only fitting for Evangeline to name it herself.”

Although he had lost the authority of the Abyss, the divine authority he wielded allowed him to delve into the truth of the sword’s existence. For the first time in what felt like ages, a status window appeared before him.

Name: (None)

Status: Pending finalization

Form: Double-edged greatsword

Weapon Title: Divine Dragon Sword

Length: 1.5 meters

Width: Approximately 10 centimeters

Weight: 5 kilograms

Creator: Davey O’Rowane

Completion Level: 99.9%

Details:

Just with Davey’s simple addition of divine energy, the end result was a colossal departure from what he had anticipated. Unlike the divine spear Longinus, which was designed for his own use and merely supported the user’s abilities, this sword was excessively overpowered in every sense.

‘A masterpiece?’

He’d started this endeavor with the simple goal of creating the perfect sword for Evangeline. Never had he imagined he would craft such an immortal work of art.

After staring blankly at the sword for a time, he slid it into its scabbard and handed it to Evangeline, who had been nodding off nearby.

“Evangeline. Want to take a look?”

“Mmm... Sleepy...”

“It’s finished.”

Her eyes snapped open. Slowly, she grabbed and unsheathed it.

“Wow...”

“I’d like you to name it.”

Evangeline gazed at the blade, her expression thoughtful, before murmuring softly, “Twilight.”

“Twilight?”

“Yes.”

‘Twilight, huh?’

He didn’t feel the name to be particularly fitting or necessary. Oblivious to his feelings, Evangline gently stroked the sword with affection.

“It feels so precious. It’s like Mommy and Daddy are right here with me.”

For a moment, Davey was silent. He knew that she wasn’t referring to him, Perserque, Illyna, or Aeria.

“Is it okay?” she asked hesitantly, her eyes darting up to him with uncertainty. She was afraid—afraid he might be hurt or angry by her choice of name.

Davey smiled warmly. “Yeah, of course. That’s a perfect name.”

Hearing his approval, her face lit up with a bright smile, and she leapt forward to hug him tightly.

‘The system categorizing it as a Divine Dragon Sword probably means it’s a weapon on par with the divine sword Caldeiras. I never expected to create something like this so quickly.’

Truthfully speaking, it was unlikely for him to replicate it even if he tried. Looking back now, the materials he had used didn’t seem ordinary in any way.

‘I mean, I even etched dragontongue onto it...’

Perhaps that was why Evangeline, clutching the sword so dearly, was experiencing such a deep sense of nostalgia—something akin to the longing for parents she had never met.

Watching Evangeline hold the sword close to her chest, Davey finally deactivated the protective barrier around the basement workshop.

Crash!

A nosy group of dwarves crashed to the floor. Apparently, a group of dwarves had been pressed against the barrier’s wall to find any signs of what lay within.

“Sir Halphas?”

Hearing his name called, Halphas sprang to his feet.

“That sword!!”

With a scream, he rushed forward, his voice trembling with urgency.

“My turn, my turn! Let me see it! Gimme gimme gimme!!”

His frenzied gaze was so intense that Evangeline flinched, taking a step back in alarm.