As usual, the Autonika Workshop’s Smithy of Advancement was busy researching and developing powerful artifacts.

An artifact from them would always be considered a piece of art that was the combined product of magic, alchemy, crafting, mineral handling, designing, and other technical skills.

Constant research, testing, and development were required to create the perfect artifact.

Of course, the laboratory was filled with sounds of explosions more often than not, as most experiments would end up in failure, but the researchers had long gotten used to those noises.

And today was no exception…

Boom!

Crrackk…!

The walls of Laboratory 431 crumbled with a deafening explosion as thick black smoke filled the corridor.

“Cough! Cough! Kek! Kek!”

Boothroyd emerged from Laboratory 431. He looked like a lump of charcoal and was in agony.

He was regarded as the youngest head blacksmith-cum-alchemist in the history of the Autonika Workshop, and he had long become famous for spending at least twenty hours out of twenty-four hours a day at the laboratory researching new artifacts.

Why?

It was all because the Autonika Workshop would never be able to close the gap that had for centuries between the three major workshops otherwise.

“Cough! Cough! Ugh… Maybe I should have put more dragon blood?”

Boothroyd had almost lost his life in the explosion just now, but his mind was filled...