The next morning, John woke up and ate some fresh breadsticks as breakfast. He logged into the game and went back to the forge and told the smith,"What kind of sick joke is this?! First, you made me collect these feces and then this huge rabbit appeared and nearly nibbled on my guts!"
"Calm down, would ya? The young"uns these days are always so picky about their ore. And ya seem ta be in one piece, so why are ya angry about having to run from that giant rabbit?"Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
"I couldn"t run from it!!! I killed it through pure coincidence!!!"
"Wait, ya killed it? Does that mean ya got da teeth?"
John was startled. Why did this old man ask for the teeth?
"Yeah, I got them. Why?"
"Well, lad, I wanna tell ya a little story…"
"Before the world was created, there was a mythical race called the t.i.tans, with skin the color of metal. Their sole purpose in life was crafting, so they took everything that they had and crafted the world as we know it today. Those that were good in masonry formed the planets, the blacksmiths forged the stars and the sun, and the alchemists created all living things.
But they had no soul, and also no real mind of their own. "Til one day a single t.i.tan killed one of their created creatures, took some materials, and made himself a hammer.
This particular hammer fused itself with the t.i.tan, and he manage to create a new soul within him. He told his brethren his findings; some were greedy about it, and instead of making a tool, they stole the souls of beasts and other living beings. They got tainted as they left the path of crafting and became all the different races like the humans, the elves, and the dwarves.
A war started, and since then, true t.i.tans went extinct.
But now, an eternity later, a t.i.tan knocks on my door and wants to learn forging.
So, t.i.tan Chrome, I ask thee. Would ya let me help forging yer soul?"