assistirfilmes Chapter 518: Chapter 518 - I want that +18 right away!
Chapter 518: Chapter 518 - I want that +18 right away!
Chapter 518: Chapter 518 - I want that +18 right away!
Broken placed his weapons in a row, admiring the thin yellow aura that now surrounded them.
He took the Moonvine Knuckles - Guardian Treant Lv. 210 (Growth Type) and grabbed six more Blessed Stones, ready for another upgrade.
The sound of a hammer striking echoed through the smithy, followed by a small explosion as the aura around the knuckles grew stronger.
[You've succeeded in upgrading The Moonvine Knuckles - Guardian Treant Lv. 210 (Growth Type) to +13.]
"Yes!" Broken exclaimed.
Ivana clapped softly. "You can do it, Broken."
Suddenly, a notification appeared.
[Congrats! You have achieved many successful weapon enchantments in a short time, and your Luck Stat has increased by a whopping 20 points!]
"Woah..." Broken was stunned as he saw his Luck stat jump to 55.
Damn, he thought, imagining how powerful this would make him. His confidence surged-he felt like his streak of success was far from over.
"I think luck is still on my side," he declared.
He continued the enchanting process, and once again, success followed.
[You've succeeded in upgrading The Moonvine Knuckles - Guardian Treant Lv. 210 (Growth Type) to +15.]
Broken took a deep breath, his enthusiasm burning bright. "Just three more upgrades, and it'll be +18," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
"But wouldn't it be better to postpone it and wait a while, like Mr. Fokil said, Broken?" Ivana gently reminded him.
Broken paused, his hands trembling with excitement. "I'm trying, Ivana... but I really want to push forward. I want to use all the Blessed Stones at once, just go all out!"
However, things didn't go as planned. After several attempts, the results were disappointing. Failed. Failed. Failed.
Broken had tried, only to end up failing three in a row. He sighed deeply, his face showing the weight of his disappointment.
"I think Mr. Fokil was right."
Ivana offered a soft smile. "You can try again another time."
Broken nodded slowly. "Yeah... and now I've used up all my Blessed Stones. I need to find more Steel Bars to make some replacements."
He stood up, carefully placing his weapons back into his inventory.
He stepped out of the smithy, Ivana following close behind. As they walked down the busy streets, Broken absentmindedly shadowboxed, practicing his Muay Thai movements with his knuckles, which now gleamed with their +15 upgrade.
Ivana raised an eyebrow, wrinkling her eyes in disbelief. "You're not trying to show off your new +15 upgrade, are you, Broken?"
"No," Broken replied nonchalantly. "Just practicing my martial arts."
"Ivana's gorgeous too, though," another observer added.
"It looks like something interesting is going down in this little town."
"Yeah, could a big event be coming soon? We should let the others know and get them to
Slumdon Town, just in case," someone else suggested eagerly.
The crowd continued to murmur in excitement as they watched the group, speculating about
what might happen next.
Melliandra continued teasing. "That's so cute... a +15 upgrade is adorable!"
She then pulled out her sniper rifle, which shimmered with a golden aura. "This is an +18 sniper rifle. Now this is what's cool! Ha ha ha!" Her loud laughter echoed through the streets.
"Wow..." people around them murmured in awe. "I can't imagine how much money she spent
on a +18 weapon."
"They really are a bunch of rich players."
Ignoring the attention, Broken turned away, unfazed by Melliandra's showmanship. "I don't care," he muttered, continuing down the street.
Melliandra, clearly irritated, called out after him, "Hey, you pervert! Don't ignore me!" She huffed. "Let me play with Polly!" she demanded, running after him.
Broken reached out to Freya to confirm that the items he'd ordered were on their way.
[Freya: "Don't worry, Mr. Incredible. I've sent plenty of iron and steel bars to Deadbay, along with a good supply of Enchanting Stones and Blessed Stones. You should thank Danko for discovering those mining fields for you."]
The next day, Broken was laser-focused on his task, barely acknowledging Fokil when the blacksmith tried to speak with him.
"What's going on with him?" Fokil asked Ivana, who had just arrived with food.
"Huh?" Ivana said slowly, glancing at Broken. "I think he's as determined as ever. He wants it
so badly, and he's been working so hard for it."
Fokil clicked his tongue, shaking his head. "He's still a child in some ways. He can't just force his way into something better. He needs to be told, Ivana-he won't get anywhere by just pushing himself. It takes patience, one step at a time."
Fokil walked away, leaving Ivana with her thoughts.
By early morning, three days later, after what seemed like endless nights of relentless work,
Broken had finally crafted over 1,000 Blessed Stones, boosted by the shipment from Freya. He
stood there, tired but satisfied, his face a blend of exhaustion and triumph.
Fokil and Ivana approached him just as he completed his final stone.
"I want that +18 right away!" Broken declared confidently.