When Lee Gun was forcefully dragging out the Aquarius, the sixteen-year-old Chun Sungjae, the Serpent Bearer’s left Zodiac Saint, was trembling somewhere else.

The reason was the master craftsmen of the Capricorn temple in front of him.

“What? You want the 'Heart of the Star'? Ha… Zodiac Saint-nim. No, Mr. Chun Sungjae. Do you really think you guys can handle a high-rank ingredient like that?”

“That’s right. One has to be at least Saint-rank to use such an ingredient inside the Maker temple.”

“From the list of ingredients you’re trying to acquire, I can tell you want to manufacture weapons and defensive gear.”

“An S-rank made by us cannot compare to the quality of an S-rank made by you. Why don’t you just make a custom order with us?”

When the Capricorn master craftsmen laughed in derision, Chun Sungjae exploded. “Shut up if you don’t know anything! We can make it much better than you! Just had it over, assholes!”

Yes, under Lee Gun’s order, Chun Sungjae had come to the World’s Workshop.

Located in the Great Sandy Desert, Australia, this workshop was a place where the entire world’s equipment had been made since time immemorial. It was considered the mecca of humanity’s craftsmen.

Therefore, it was connected to the holy item exchange market,...