I'm the King Of Technology



Wow!

When the veils were removed, everyone was smacked in the face with glistening weapons that shone so brightly even within the enclosed arena.

"What a great sword! I haven't held it yet, but I tell from his blades that it isn't easy."

"Amazing! What great craftsmanship! Is it my illusion or does the shield look swollen with power?"

"Look! Look at the dagger. Its edges are sharpened so nicely they won't need any additional pressure in taking down an opponent."

"Awesome!"

"Great!"

"Amazing!"

Many commented nonstop as they couldn't hold themselves back any longer.

What was going on here?

Each and everyone one of them was no stranger to weapons.

Even without touching a blade, one could assess its craftsmanship from afar.

It was like admiring cars driving on the streets.

You would know the difference between a luxurious car and an ordinary one. 

What's more, they were not joking when they said the weapons looked swollen. 

They didn't know how to describe it, but these weapons suddenly looked bigger than they were used to seeing. 

But how? 

How was it done? And was the weapon any heavier? 

Many secretly asked these, but only a handful of people knew that they had soaked newly made weapons into a vast pool containing the Holy Father. 

It has been months since the holy feather was dropped in that pool changing its color to golden while constantly radiating heavenly light. 

The weapons were stoked in the vast pool, some soaked for only 10 days while others soaked for over 2 months now. 

Of course, with their need to control power, how can they aim all weapons for the same amount of time? No way. 

Lesser-ranked people would get divine weapons soaked in lesser periods.

If you want to blame anyone, blame yourself for not working hard to be closer to Adonis. 

Seeing their eyes light up, the host's smirk grew even wider.

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"His Holy General, Gustal Von Trap Arkamides.... you are one of the strongest ones here who won the battle at Creegshaw Lake against the Morgs, as well as the battle at Hondal coastal city, Wondo, Romain against them too."

"Hmmm...."Gustal nodded calmly, massaging his Captain Hook mustache pridefully.

His resume had too many victorious battles not only against the Morgs but against other regions that proved stubborn.

"Then, I suppose you've brought one of your blessed swords here today?" 

"Hmmm..." Gustal agreed.

What sort of warrior would he be if he didn't have any of his trusted weapons with him? 

They were made of the highest quality, a secret blacksmithing formula that created thunderous weapons. 

As everyone knows, every empire does its best to hide its blacksmithing techniques, only sharing the common ones one could find in every empire. 

You can tell a lot about an empire's strength from the strength of its weapons. 

Even back on earth, many forging techniques were lost in history, as even modern people couldn't replicate them. 

Some of these swords are now seen as historical treasures because they were the only proof to show that such techniques existed. 

It amazed modern people, as they couldn't understand why some weapons made from ancient techniques were far stronger than what they forged. 

Some blades seemed to be crafted out of fairytales, as even their weights and precisions were something modern people found extremely hard to manage, yet these ancient people carried such heavy weapons regularly in war. 

It was a fact that many lost forging arts disappeared alongside their empires and dynasties with people preferring to carry the secrets to the grave than share with the enemy. 

Likewise, people in this era took weapon forgery very seriously. 

There was no way they would share their forging techniques.

No one knew what ores were combined apart from iron and very basic ores.

The secret ore ingredients were always hidden.

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Additionally, how they forged, including hammering, cooling and heating of the blade, was also made secret.

Gustial prided himself in knowing that his weapons were all forged using the top 3 most secretive and powerful forging methods in Adonis.

Don't look down on Adonis who was 2nd in this world after Morgany and think they couldn't hold up in battle with the Morgs.

Gustal is living proof that their forging techniques are as equally amazing as those made in Morgany.

He has fought and won uncountable battles with Morgs and hasn't had his weapon broken or chipped badly. 

It was funny that when he fought wars in lesser continents he ended up breaking their weapons due to their trashy forging techniques. 

Take Pyno for example. 

The general weapons forged were so light in weight and had less sturdiness to them in his opinion. 

People in powerful continents like themselves use weapons that were incredibly heavy from young.

As they grow, their bodies get used to the weight. 

When they meet people on the battlefield, their swing is enough to destroy the flimsy weapons the enemies hold.

Even their punch force was deadly. 

Ever since powerful continents like themselves Morgany had known about the existence of Giants, of course, they had been striving to make themselves equally powerful, even if they weren't as towering and intimidating as those giants. 

Well, Gustal understood the host's meaning, as he calmly jumped down his boot, hopping onto several booths below until he landed on the vast arena stage. 

Bam!

He landed with a loud thud that sounded like a rumble. 

What a burly man! 

His hairdo always looked like he was shocked by lightning, as it stood heavenward no matter how he combed it, and his mustache also seemed to like curling heavenward too. 

His back was ripped and massive, showing all his muscles and physique through his clothes.

The host couldn't help admiring this man who had built himself into a giant over the years.

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Unsheathing his sword, Gustal asked the host. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"Well, nothing hard. It's something you'd love to do. But first, we must bring you a lesser opponent to be your match."

"Oh?" Gustal raised his left brow staring at one of the arena stage doors with interest.

A man with an exposed upper frame with leather straps crossed over his chest and a black mask on his face, calmly approached them while swinging his sword confidently.

The host then slowly backed away, giving them the rules. 

"Remember, any one of you is to stop the moment your weapons break. As you can see, our friend here is wielding a sword of lower enhanced qualities (10-day soaking period)."

Gustal's eyes turned cold, as his entire body went into battle mood the moment the host gave the signal for them to begin. 

Bam! 

It didn't take long for him to overpower his opponent, fiercely pushing the masked man back with his might. 

But just when he thought things were getting interesting, he alongside many others soon heard a cracking noise that shocked him greatly. 

Gustal widened his lips in horror.

Just after his sword had clashed with his opponents, even though he pushed his opponent back, he would still be at a disadvantage if his sword was crumbling, leaving blunter ends.

Just look at the tip of his sword.

His sword looked like several metal mice that had bitten chunks of metal from them.

This wasn't good.

It would only make things harder in battle.

Try imagining yourself holding both a good knife and a chipped knife to cut meat in a kitchen. 

You will have more difficulty using a chopped knife, meaning you'll use more energy to take down your opponent, that is if you get lucky.

In this way, even an opponent weaker than you has an increased chance of defeating you.

Oh, my Adonis! What is going on here?! Are you sure they're not blind? 

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A majority of people stood in their booths, too dumbfounded by what they were seeing.

This... this... this... 

Their bodies trembled, their hands stretched forth and their eyes burned with greed, knowing just how insanely good such enhanced weapons were.

Gustal, who was on the arena stage, could only stare at his chipped weapon with dropped jaws before throwing it aside like the worthless garbage it was. 

No way! 

In with the new and out with the old. 

Don't you know new was always better? 

Seeing the many weapons on display around him, Gustal felt he was in heaven. 

"When can we have them? How many will we be getting? What fees will we be paying?"

The money he spoke, Java and his father couldn't help smiling in satisfaction.

Smart man. 

They indeed planned to bestow these weapons, alongside the many in their storage units to those listed as guests here and those far away with significant titles.

But like they said, they will be distributed according to rank with some getting barely 500, while others getting thousands. 

Either way, although their bestowing seemed free on the surface, it still came at a cost. 

Everyone will have to pay a certain fee to have such divine weapons in their grasp. 

What? 

To run an army needs money to sustain. They must also take money for the items they give out. 

If you want more than what's allocated to you, then double the price and pay up!

Even Adonis' powers bestowed on them from the heavens came due to their unwavering devotion. 

Nothing in this world came free.

The sooner people understood that the easier life would be for them. 

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Hehehehehe~

Java smiled, pleased that everyone understood this much. 

Great!

With the demonstration over, they could finally talk about other important matters--- BAYMARD!

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