Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

[Title: Kya lol what the hell are these Steel Fire Guild guys lolololol] Content: They acted all high and mighty with their damn pride, no wonder they were being stubborn What's with [Magic Sword: Sword Sheath] appearing in the restoration list lolol Wait, if they restore the sheath can I actually wear it for real? -: What kind of bullshit are you talking about You think the dwarves are gonna bring a 3D printer and print it out for you? How the hell would you actually wear that thing You're talking complete nonsense -[Author]: No, damn it, that "for real" isn't that kind of real -: You're imagining yourself wearing [Magic Sword: Sword Sheath] becoming a Magic Swordsman and threatening Kim Yooyoung who's bullying you lololololol -: Kim Yooyoung? Your bully is a girl? -: That's my mom's name lolololol She keeps telling me to stop putting black beans in rice but then I argue back asking what to do with the beans I already bought, evil bean rice addict lolol -: If all you do after becoming a Magic Swordsman is complain about side dishes Isn't that top 1% character among Magic Swordsmen? -: The kid is lacking but still lacking... -: But black bean rice is legit grounds for turning evil Even a Hero would throw away their Sacred Sword over that -: Author, you can actually wear that (I don't mean in real life so don't misunderstand) -[Author]: I didn't misunderstand, damn it But seriously If I could really wear that sheath, it would be fucking awesome These reincarnated guys were going crazy about dwarf ceremonial swords and fashion builds Isn't that the real fashion-crazy item? Plus that thing has insane stats too -: For real, Night of the Sword is fucking cool -: If you post photos wearing that, you'll immediately get DM bombed by the girls on this board -: There are girls here? -: There's that person who always posts skirt costume outfits -: ...Oh that person, okay -: What's with the dots in front -: You must never search for crossdressing board celebrities -[Author]: Lolololololololololololololol Lololololololololololololololol -: Why is he so excited -: Did he search it? -: Damn why is he so happy about it -[Author]: No, shit, the restoration materials are just ridiculous lololol Demon tears Dragon scales World Tree leaves, this bullshit lolol Aren't these dwarf bastards just making shit up because they're too lazy to restore it? If you asked AI 'tell me things that bastard could never bring,' it would answer exactly like that, right? -: Young master Kim Yooyoung I think you'll have to keep eating black bean rice -: Yeah, she made bean rice again so I ordered chicken right in front of mom preparing dinner -: If you take that bastard's chicken away and force-feed him bean rice, at least the demon tears might be obtained -[Author]: Let's say demon tears are obtained by beating up the bean rice knight What about dragon scales and World Tree leaves? All the dragons went into hibernation because of those bastards. And the World Tree died because of that other bastard. -: Just give shares to the Steel Fire Guild and leave it to them lol -[Author]: Oh, if I leave it to them they'll make it themselves? -: No They won't make it But they'll keep trying to make it -: They keep reporting that they're running around trying to get materials And that's fucking hilarious In between they get excited saying they got all the materials and tell you to come see Then later they realize they got scammed on materials and the dwarves foam at the mouth -[Author]: No, these guys claim to be continent-class artisans How do such guys get scammed because they can't identify materials? -: Dragon scales, World Tree leaves, demon tears - how would you distinguish if these are genuine or not? -[Author]: Oh ho *** At first, it was a festival. The triumph of mobilizing all the guild's resources to discover the method for restoring the sheath in half a day! At first, the Steel Fire Guild praised themselves, saying they were indeed the continent's greatest blacksmith guild. However, that festival soon transformed into a funeral. -Huh? Hey, Murin! Is this translation system working correctly? -Why are you suddenly like this? Haven't we been translating ancient documents just fine with it until now? -No? The translation system seems weird? It has to be wrong, right? -Did you drink the wrong liquor or something? What's wrong with you? Give it here! -Master Dogan! What's the matter!? -...It seems like the translation system is wrong? -What? Suddenly what—... -Then, tell me. Demon tears, World Tree leaves, dragon scales—... -What are those? Some kind of code or secret spell? -No, they're materials used for restoration. Where would we find a way to get those? -Aha! The translation system is definitely wrong!!! What use is it to figure out the restoration method? When the materials required for that restoration are absurd. -...For now, shall we at least talk to 'him' to see if he has anything... The Steel Fire Guild, being truly the continent's greatest blacksmith guild, had various material suppliers. Not only common materials, but rare, secretive, and even illegal materials— Creating ways to obtain whatever materials were needed for work was exactly what the Steel Fire Guild did. However. Was even such reputation limited to this extent? They had practically half given up. Now all they had to do was deliver disappointment and despair to the Hero— -Master Murin!! A reply has arrived! -Right. Did they tell us not to talk crazy? -They say they have one!? -What!? However. An unexpected turn occurred. -With this, we can give the Hero a pleasant surprise!!! The Steel Fire Guild, having regained their spirits, became extremely excited and began planning to surprise the Hero. The process of that cute plan was as follows. -First! We'll tell the Hero the truth! How realistically difficult this restoration work is! -Imagine the Hero's reaction when we say it will realistically take at least several decades! -But then? Right at that moment! We tell him! That our Steel Fire Guild seems to have found a way to get those materials! -If we solve this matter well, he'll accept our swords, right!? -Dogan!!! Think about it!!! The Master of Sacred Sword and great swordsman who subdued all Magic Swords will use our swords!!! Our masterpiece will be recorded in history alongside him!!! The two dwarfs' faces were soaked with the joy of anticipation. The Hero's image was already clearly drawn in their minds. The shocked look when he heard about those unrealistic materials! *** "Hero, what did you just say...?" "They're quite familiar to me, so if needed, I might be able to obtain them—" "Why?" "Pardon?" 'As expected you are the best I'm itching all over wanting to receive your swords—' ...The eyes of the two dwarfs who had expected such a reaction shook mercilessly. "...Ah! P-perhaps you're joking!? Eh, ehahahaha!!! Indeed, a great Hero like you has an extraordinary sense of humor!!!" Risir was inwardly flustered by the dwarfs' appearance as if they had malfunctioned. But that was only for a moment. 'Ah.' He belatedly understood the dwarfs' reaction. Risir had accepted the materials the dwarfs mentioned as something like 'stuff our kids have in their pockets.' They were originally beings close to him, after all. But taking a step back and looking at those materials at a glance— he could understand why the dwarfs were showing such a reaction. 'World Tree leaves, dragon scales, demon tears— looking at them like this, they're no different from trial materials that mythical heroes would have to collect.' He had a moment to realize once again how distorted his sense had become. "It's a joke... right?" At that moment. The dwarfs carefully examined Risir's complexion. He called upon a spirit(?) as his answer. Then came the voice of a spirit from the Inner World. -That's right, Master!!! This Burning Black Fire Dangaleon who drains tears and snot!!! Having already understood Master's intentions, I am moving swiftly to fulfill Master's wishes!!! 'Moving swiftly? How exactly?' Risir closed his eyes and sank into the Inner World to check the situation. *** A grayish-white fireball immediately came into view. "Cry!!! Cry and prove your loyalty, you hideous thing!!!" It was bullying a spirit named Coolcool(?) and trying to squeeze out tears. However, there was no sign of tears coming out. "Such a useless thing!!!" Eventually, the grayish-white fireball clicked its tongue and changed targets. "Hey, earthworm!!!" Coiling Shadow— No, the coiling baby snake. It coiled up and turned its face toward the fireball. "Cry!!!" "Hssssss?" It was too difficult a situation for the baby snake to understand. It kept tilting its head and flicking its tongue. "Hey!!!" Just then. A spirited voice thundered like thunder. "!!!" Those thick, spiritedly angled eyebrows turned toward the grayish-white fireball. "Why are you being mean to Shilshil!?!" "Ah!!! Lord Ver, that's not it...!!!" "Do you know what happens when you bully friends like that!?!" The baby spirit placed both hands on its hips. "...!!!" At that stern appearance, the grayish-white fireball couldn't help but tremble in fear. Soon. The baby spirit raised its eyebrows even more fiercely and said. "If you keep doing that, you might not be useful anymore!?!" "Huh, huhhhh...!!!" The grayish-white fireball expanded once, then contracted. It was a sight that clearly showed extreme mental shock. "Lord Ver!!! Please, please reconsider...!!! If I, Dangaleon, am not useful, there's no reason to live anymore...!!!" "No!!! You needs to reflect more!!! Until then, I won't let you be useful!!!" The baby spirit shouted sternly. "Kyaaahhhhh!!! What ultimate despair!!!" Was it his imagination? Risir saw the image of a dark knight screaming with both arms spread overlapping with that grayish-white fireball. "Hm?" In that moment. A strange light flickered in Risir's eyes. Those eyes caught the change occurring in the grayish-white fireball. Risir quickly approached Dangaleon and held out his hand beneath him floating in the air. Plop. A grayish-white, translucent crystal fell onto his palm. 'Could this be—' Risir felt it intuitively. "Master!!!" "Yeah?" Now that spirited voice was directed toward the human. The baby spirit held out two cute little fists toward Risir. A thumb peeked out from between them. What they call a thumbs up. It was a gesture the baby spirit had learned from its master. "Ah...!" Risir realized. The fact that the baby spirit had personally stepped forward to help him. Trembling. Shivering. Looking around, similar crystals had fallen around the face lump and the baby snake as well. They had been swept up in the enormous fear generated by the baby spirit. 'They didn't even blink when Dangaleon was bullying them like that?' Risir was newly impressed and patted the baby spirit's head. "!!!" The baby spirit became very excited and vigorously nuzzled its head. It was almost enough friction to start a fire. Afterward. Risir comforted the frightened spirits once, then gathered the crystals and left the Inner World. *** Demon tears, you say? Another interesting question like this— Shall we think about it once? Actually, I don't think there's much to think about at length. Those tears are an expression of overwhelming strong emotions, right? And emotions strong enough to be overwhelming are bound to arise from external stimuli. Now. Then we have our answer. Demons. Would those transcendent, immortal beings ever receive such stimulation from the outside? Immortal beings who sneer even in the face of death? Well. I'm skeptical about that. What? Then what about the demon tears circulating in the world, you ask? Let me ask you back. Why do you think those are demon tears? What, did a demon guarantee they were genuine or something? -Crawling Library Eloran <Conversation Keyword: Demon Tears>- *** Ifrien. In that huge city, a massive underground economy had formed to match the city's scale. Peddler Gallon was one of the most actively operating figures in that underground economy's flow. -If you want it, I'll get it for you. It was peddler Gallon's habitual saying and a line that symbolized his character. He was famous for really getting anything if you just asked. His amazing skills were enough to make even the proud red mages of the Magic Tower regularly indebted to him. Such a man muttered. "Perhaps it's time to leave Ifrien." Gallon's cracked lips licked his lips. A legendary big score. That's what he called this job. A request had arrived from the Steel Fire Guild that he regularly traded with— And every single item requested was tremendous. "Dragon scales... World Tree leaves... demon tears..." They were items that made even the Superior Spirit core included with them seem trivial. Even the great powers ruling as lords of the continent would require years to obtain those items. However, peddler Gallon gets anything his customers need. He planned to fulfill his customer's request this time as well. With fakes instead of genuine items. In other words, he intended to commit fraud. There was no hesitation about it. Gallon had built his reputation as a peddler for just such a 'legendary big score.' "Who would have thought the timing would align so perfectly..." Gallon looked down at the small gem crystal in his hand. It was 'demon tears.' Of course. There was no way that trivial little gem that a gambler had won in a bet at the gambling house could actually be demon tears. But was that important? What mattered was that those who could distinguish the authenticity of 'demon tears' could be counted on one hand across the entire continent. Gallon checked the Superior Spirit core in his other hand. It was undoubtedly genuine and served as a kind of bait product to add credibility to the demon tears commodity. Gallon reviewed his plan once more. Add his reputation as a peddler to the Superior Spirit core to give the other party confidence. And use that trust to make them purchase the demon tears. A simple but certain plan. Gallon entered the Steel Fire Guild building with a satisfied smile. *** "What do you mean! The guild masters Murin and Dogan left the city!?" It felt as if a mountain of gold had become a mirage and vanished before his eyes. Gallon heard the story that the dwarfs who were supposed to be his source of money had left the city following some man. He immediately left the city in pursuit of them. As the guild employee had said. The procession of dwarfs had just departed. Gallon quickly rode his horse and blocked their path. And just as he was about to proceed with his usual pitch before they could say anything else— "Pardon the intrusion, but—" Some man interjected and spoke to him. "That doesn't seem to be demon tears?" "What?" What's with this guy now? As Gallon was looking at him, the dwarfs beside them continued speaking. "Is, is that so!?" "If Lord Risir says so—" Gallon reached his own conclusion in that confusing situation. 'This bastard!!! He beat me to it!!!' He judged that the man had approached the dwarfs before him and was deceiving them. Gallon looked the man up and down. He wore a gray cloak, so no particular information could be obtained, but— At least one thing was certain. As a mere fraud, he was too young a brat to handle as much money and treasure as himself! 'I don't know what this bastard does, but—' The Superior Spirit core had been prepared for just such occasions. Gallon tried to seize the initiative by showcasing that treasure and regain control. That guy's fraud might work on naive dwarfs, but— It would never work on him. Gallon thought. Let's expose that young fraud's shallow tricks and win back the dwarfs! "I'm also being presumptuous, but what do you know about demon tears to speak so confidently?" "Ah, it wasn't me who said it—" The man gestured toward the air. -You vermin!!! Where did you pick up such a worthless stone fragment to try and deceive Master! A grayish-white fireball was blazing there. "That's what he said." "..."