Dwarfnir

Dwarfneer.

A village of blacksmiths.

Where dwarves gather and live.

Blessed with the art of metallurgy to the point where it could be said they were born to be blacksmiths, the dwarves have recently fallen into serious contemplation.

The Summoned Hero.

They were the problem.

The Summoned Heroes’ busy movements to take over Dwarfneer were of no concern.

Whoever became the village’s owner, it was fine as long as they didn’t interfere with their work.

But the problem they brought was that they were enticing the dwarves in unprecedented ways without coercion.

The world of the Summoned Heroes.

The technology of that world.

“Take a look at this.”

“The craftsmanship is good.”

“Whose work is this, with the skill of someone I’ve never seen before?”

“It was made by a Summoned Hero.”

Ingots made by a Summoned Hero.

The purity and quality were good.

Not all Heroes are warriors.

There are also blacksmiths and mages.

Among them, a Summoned Hero blacksmith fell into despair, and after recovering, began to create something.

“Oh, that guy?”

“He’s finally come to his senses, it seems.”

“I’ve heard he’s been making something strange for a while now, but that’s a relief.”

But the dwarf who brought the mithril ingot shook his head.

“He’s still doing that strange thing. But this came out of that strange thing.”

He tapped the ingot with his thick index finger.

“What are you talking about?”

“It’s that machine he’s been talking about. Just press a button and it churns out the same quality as this.”

“Hmph, if that’s true, it’s miraculous.”

“I heard he used to make equipment in his world… Is this made with the technology of the Hero’s world?”

They didn’t doubt it.

Because there was a real ingot in front of them.

They could tell at a glance who made it and how it was made from the shape and the marks left by the solidification on the surface.

The ingot made by the machine was at a considerably high level even by dwarven standards.

“This is an innovation!”

“Haha! That’s true. It’s a technology that’s perfect for someone like you.”

Making good ingots was a way to improve the overall quality of equipment.

This was good news for dwarves who were good at making things but not so good at extracting impurities and obtaining high-purity ingots.

Doesn’t it sound good just hearing about it?

Made with the push of a button?

Then they could buy it cheaply?

It was a blow to their pride as artisans, but dwarves are dwarves. The main reason they didn’t make ingots was simply because the work was annoying.

The joy of escaping the annoyance was greater than their pride.

“But seeing that guy so happy makes me worry about the future.”

“What do you mean?”

“They say that anyone can operate the machine and it churns out ingots, right? Then if they increase the number of machines, the production will increase, right? To sell all that production, they’ll try to sell it to those who lack skill, right?”

“Oh, oh.”

The dwarves who heard that far understood.

Ibon continued his concern.

“If the young ones avoid the basics and rely on machine-made products, our next generation will become incompetent, unable to do blacksmithing without machines.”

“Surely not?”

“They have their pride.”

Ibon pointed out the dwarf who had cheered for the appearance of the machine.

“That guy is right there. Didn’t we all find it annoying when we were young? We overcame it, but the young ones won’t be able to resist the temptation before they overcome it. I’m worried about the future.”

Still, he didn’t intend to stop it.

Technological innovation was a welcome thing.

The thought that what they had learned so far would become useless was unsettling, but Ibon also shared the hassle of making ingots.

Ibon got up from his seat.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to see Su-hyeok. I need to see that machine with my own eyes.”

“You pretend not to be interested, but you’re curious, aren’t you?”

Ibon went to the workshop of the Summoned Hero Lee Su-hyeok.

Lee Su-hyeok was a blacksmith among the Summoned Heroes.

Blessed by the gods, he quickly acquired skills through Skills.

He could learn in just one year what a dwarf would learn in a lifetime, so the machine was actually just a cute toy.

However, the Summoned Hero’s Skills themselves had the limitation of only being able to use what they had learned, so creating new things was still the dwarves’ job, whereas,

Machines could be operated even by those who weren’t Heroes, and their impact would continue even after the Heroes disappeared.

Technological innovation was like a blessing, but it was also a bolt from the blue for those who had acquired related skills.

It meant putting aside the skills they had learned throughout their lives and learning new ones.

That was why Ibon was looking for Lee Su-hyeok.

To learn about the machine and try new things.

He had his pride as a village elder.

He had to learn enough to be able to answer when the young ones asked questions later.

Lee Su-hyeok had been working as a blacksmith in his original world, so his machine-handling skills would be the best in the village. No, the only one.

Lee Su-hyeok’s workshop.

A sign was hung on the door.

[Sorry.]

[Closed.]

“What?”

“Ogre!!”

The ogre uprooted a tree and swung it like a club.

It was a thin and slender tree.

It snapped with a crack.

Skilla took the blow with her body.

It wasn’t her favorite crimson armor. It was ordinary steel armor, but she endured with sheer willpower. For the ogre in front of her, steel was enough.

When the wooden club broke, the ogre was flustered but raised the remaining wooden stump in his hand and slammed it down.

An ogre as big as a tree.

It was difficult to even approach when he was wielding a tree.

His strength was also great.

But because he couldn’t manipulate Magical Power, Skilla’s Magical Power-enhanced strength was greater.

The wooden stump that was being slammed down was shattered by her greatsword.

The moment the ogre lost his weapon.

Skilla charged in and slashed his leg.

The ogre fell.

Skilla jumped up.

She plunged her greatsword into the ogre’s chest.

The ogre struggled with all his might and grabbed Skilla with both hands, but his dying strength soon gave out.

Americano watched the scene from not far away.

“You’re already done over there?”

“Yes.”

They were currently raiding a bandit hideout.

They encountered monsters on the way to Dwarfneer.

The monsters were orcs.

Even when the region changed, the basic composition of the monsters was similar.

The small fries were mostly goblins.

The stronger ones were orcs.

The boss who led them was an ogre.

The ogre’s size was about three times that of an orc.

‘Small.’

Skilla had caught the ogre.

She thought that when she saw the ogre.

It was barely half the size of the Mountain King Ogre.

It was barely a third of the size of the Chief Ogre.

‘So, boss monsters who are kings or chiefs are different from birth, huh?’

They met orcs.

Chased fleeing goblins.

And even caught an ogre.

The three types of humanoids with green skin represented the Full Dive bandits.

They finished clearing out the bandit hideout.

And the merchant instructed his escorts.

They began to search the cleared-out hideout.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The merchant came.

He handed them water and towels, thanking them for their hard work.

On the way to Dwarfneer.

The merchant had requested to accompany them.

It was common for merchants to hitch a ride on the Hero’s journey.

“That said, you are indeed the rumored Heroes. I never imagined you would find and deal with the bandit hideout so quickly.”

“It’s a Hero’s duty.”

Skilla glared, telling him not to make a fuss over something obvious.

“Even so, bandits are like natural enemies to us merchants. How can I not be happy with the Heroes’ hard work?”

Then he called the apprentice merchant.

“This is a small token of our gratitude, please accept it.”

He handed over money, saying it was payment for the spoils taken from the hideout.

“Americano.”

“Yes.”

“Do you need money?”

“No.”

She didn’t really need it.

Skilla didn’t need money either.

The amount was insignificant to them.

“Give it to the people who were captured.”

“Understood.”

There were people captured in the bandit hideout.

The merchant left, and Skilla left her spot.

“Let’s go.”

“….”

She followed.

They returned to the carriage.

When they returned,

“Ugh…”

Nabi was lying down with a gaunt face.

She didn’t have the strength to get up because she was carsick.

“Are you okay?”

“I won’t throw up.”

No, that’s not it.

“This is what they call getting what you deserve. If you get so carsick, you shouldn’t have come.”

But Nabi was Skilla’s attendant.

She couldn’t leave her to wander around alone.

While they were resting in the carriage.

“Hero Skilla.”

“What?”

The apprentice merchant, who had opened the carriage window to deliver a message, met her face.

“Something has happened that requires the Hero’s judgment. There’s a child among the captured people who seems to be a Hero, what should we do?”

“There’s a Hero?”

“Yes.”

“And a child at that.”

“They seem to be a Summoned Hero, but we can’t make a decision on our own.”

Skilla, who was listening to the story.

Opened the carriage door.

“I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Yes.”

Americano answered, leaving her and Nabi alone in the carriage.

Nabi was asleep, so she was practically alone.

On the way to Dwarfneer.

To get equipment.

She could feel the importance of equipment from the battle on the [32nd floor]. Humans are a species that uses tools. The performance of the tools cannot be ignored.

If it weren’t for the Black Sword, she would have only been able to scratch the Chief Ogre’s skin.

Just the realization that her attacks were working made such an aggressive attack possible.

She didn’t like the saying that she was relying on equipment, but let’s change her thinking.

Being good at handling high-performance equipment is also one of the factors that is evaluated as skill.

───.

It was noisy outside.

She could hear voices.

“…Let me meet her! Just for a moment! It’s a really urgent matter!…”

When she opened the window, she saw a girl whose arm was being held by Skilla.

She was trying to come this way.

Divulging Secrets of Heaven.

[A demon-possessed person has appeared.]