After the meal ended, he headed straight back to his room and entered the capsule to connect to Satisfy.

Khan greeted him, “Did you have a good night’s sleep? Are your worries relieved now?”

“Old Man Khan, I’ve decided to just drop everything.”

“Huh? Drop everything?”

“I will clear my mind and abandon my obsession. Anyway, the goods made with my poor skills aren’t worthy of being delivered to the castle. It is no use, no matter how hard I try.”

“No, what are you saying? How can Pagma's Successor say something so weak?”

Khan was truly angry. It might be acceptable for other blacksmiths, but it was unacceptable for someone as talented as Grid. Grid ignored Khan and stood in front of the furnace. Then he started on the seventh and last sword.

‘I won’t be obsessed with the result anymore.’

No matter how Grid tried, the result would be randomly decided anyway. Even though he knew this fact, he was still foolish enough to select the best materials and devote a lot of effort. He steadied...