章 17: Chapter 17. God Strikes Iron
I Will Eventually Embark On The Path Of No Return Called A Hero - 17. God Strikes Iron
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Bang--
The hammer and the red-hot iron collided with a large sound. The moment the blocks collided, dazzling sparks splashed, and the scorching lava continued to splash from the surrounding cracks as the hammer continued to smash.
"Turn the hammer a little to the left."
Hephaestus, with her eyes closed, tapped on the armrest in his wheelchair.
"Okay, Hephaestus-sama," Cyd twitched the corners of his mouth and raised his hammer, which was bigger than his head, and hit the red-hot iron block in front of him.
"Boom---"
Lava spewed out again, Cyd's eyes twitched, and his head avoided the splashing lava.
"That...Hephaestus-sama what the hell am I doing?" Cyd helplessly said.
"Strike the iron," Hephaestus opened his eyes. Her eyes like flames looking lazily towards Cyd with his upper body naked.
"I was wondering what's the point of doing this," Cyd glanced at the iron block he had smashed that looked like broken eggs. "I never learned to make weapons."
"Relax, all the rubbish you made will be rebuilt," Hephaestus pointed to the pile of...
"Yeah...that doesn't feel like you're wasting your time, Hephaestus-sama," Cyd wiped the sweat from his brow.
I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel more and more tired.
"No, I'm building a treasure," Hephaestus put one hand on her chin with a mysterious smile, "I know what you want, but it's impossible for me to build it for you for no reason, so you have to meet my conditions."
"Probably in the next life if you build a weapon to your satisfaction," Cyd shrugged.
"Don't worry, no one in this world can surpass me in forging anyway," Hephaestus extend the hand, wrapping her fiery-red hair.
"My condition is very simple, as long as you continue. Just swing the hammer, but... it's probably done."
Bang---
The hammer slipped from Cyd's hand and hit the ground.
"Consciousness..."
Cyd clutched his forehead and leaned against the forging table weakly. At this time, Cyd was extremely glad that his body had passed the Styx River, even if it was lava, it couldn't destroy his body, it was just a little hot...
"Isn't it weird?" The corners of Hephaestus's mouth raised slightly, and the wheelchair moved by itself and pushed her to Cyd.
Cyd opened his mouth, but his increasingly blurred consciousness caused him to fall to the ground with only a few inexplicable tones.
"The hammer you use is the hammer I use to make weapons, Zeus' lightning, Poseidon's Trident, Hades's Helmet, Apollo's war chariot, almost all weapons you can know of come from this hammer," Hephaestus reached out and beckoned, and the hammer on the ground flew up and landed firmly in her hand.
"There is no doubt that this is a hammer that only gods can swing. It is a kind of training for mortals to pick it up. Swinging it is like tempering your own spirit."
Hephaestus glanced at the scraps of Cyd's hammered iron piled to one side, and couldn't help but sighed.
"It makes me mad to think that this pile of junk came from the same hammer," Hephaestus snapped his fingers. "Let me work it out for you a little."
The piles of scrap iron were suspended in the air as if they had been summoned, and scorching lava gushed out from beneath them to completely engulf them.
"Thirteen pieces of diving iron...Probably can make weapons that surpass that lightning, but..." Hephaestus glanced at Cyd, who fell to the ground, "This child needs blessings, not weapons."
Thirteen torrents shot out from the gushing lava and converged in Cyd's left wrist in a vortex-like shape. The pure white jade stone-like bracer gradually took shape as the torrent faded.
"The carrier is complete, it's up to you to complete it."
Hephaestus took a deep look at Cyd.
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My head hurts...
But why does it feel soft?
Cyd's eyes slowly opened, what caught his eye was snow white and a touch...
Cyd closed his eyes immediately.
"Eh? Are you awake? A little shorter than I expected," Hephaestus tugged at the clothes she just put on.
"That...Hephaestus-sama where am I...where?" Cyd wanted to get up, but all he could do was wiggle his fingers... but why was he resting on Goddess's leg again!
"My room, and..." Hephaestus extended the hand and lifted Cyd's eyelids. "When you talk to God, open your eyes."
"Sorry!"
"Forget it, it's a good performance that you can open your eyes now," Hephaestus reached out and grabbed Cyd's left hand and placed it in front of him.
Hephaestus inevitably bends over halfway through and the mountain on her chest hits Cyd in the face.
Unexpectedly, there was a scent...
"That's what you asked for," Hephaestus didn't notice Cyd's reaction, but swayed as if showing off Cyd's left hand, "the Sacred Tool that can resist even the curse of the gods."
Cyd's eyes slowly opened.
Is my ordinary life about to begin?
"If it's finished."
"Huh? Isn't this finished!" Cyd's expression froze.
"Of course not, what you're asking for is getting out of the item and closer to a blessing," Hephaestus patted Cyd's sluggish face with her other hand, "I can move the armor that resists ordinary curses. You can make it out with your fingers, but the props to invalidate the gods' curse are not made casually, you need a ceremony."
"So...what kind of ceremony?" With an ugly smile, his intuition told him that he had embarked on a road of no return.
"It's very simple, you have to get the blessings of Twelve Gods and God of the Underworld," Hephaestus pointed to the thirteen transparent crystals on the pure white wristband, "Thirteen blessings. Not a single one less. "
"That...Hephaestus-sama, can I return it? I don't mind the artifact you made, but I don't want to bother you," Cyd's eyes were dull.
Merely seeing one God itself is very difficult, but also to meet twelve gods, get their blessings, and finally see the Ruler of the Underworld Hades? Isn't that just letting him die?
Sister, this is not something a human can do, even a demigod hero can't do it!
"It's too late, blessings are curses, and when you put on this bracer you are already doomed to be either the one blessed by the gods or the one cursed by the gods," Hephaestus putted back Cyd's left hand, lowered her head and stared at Cyd's eyes.
"That…I don't remember wearing the brace at all," Cyd bitterly laughed, "And, it's simply impossible."
"What gods want most is to see human beings do impossible things," Hephaestus chuckled, "Pure Son of Man, please come again and make me happy."
"Then... can you do it first? Give me a blessing?" Cyd gave a flattering smile.
"Ah~ it's easy to say," Hephaestus laughtered mischievously, "I'll give you the other twelve blessings as long as you get them."
"There's really no room for it, Cyd closed his eyes, "But I can't look back, right?"
"In this world, there's no room for this thing," Hephaestus put her arms around Cyd's head put her face on Cyd's.
"Heroes are blessed by beautiful women before they go on the journey."
"I hope you don't despise an ugly..."
Wearing this pure white wristband, Cyd's left hand rested lightly on Hephaestus' head.
"Swear to the gods, you are beautiful."
Hephaestus lowered his eyes.
"You will be cursed if you cheat the gods~"
"I'm very timid, so..." Cyd closed his eyes, "I would never dare to cheat the gods. gods."
I know, eight years ago...
Hephaestus raised his lips slightly.
"You're going to be a great hero."
"No, I'm going to be who I want to be."
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