The moment the fusion finished, Liam sat still for a few seconds. His breathing slowed, and he let the new information settle inside his mind.

"So, this is Primordial Forge Authority," he muttered, with a wide grin spreading across his face.

The description the system gave earlier suddenly felt shallow. A small summary of something too big to explain with short words. The true ability was deeper… wider… limitless.

He could see the blueprint of things he hadn't even touched yet. Swords. Spears. Armour. Smithing methods from different worlds. He understood how metals behaved, how they should be folded, where their strength failed, and how to fix it.

His mind wasn't just giving him knowledge. It was giving him instinct. He could forge anything, shape anything, merge anything and he could create something new.

And the best part? He didn't need spirit qi or mana to begin. Not for the basic things, at least. He could forge ordinary equipment right away. For higher-level creations, he might need spiritual energy later, but for normal weapons? He was ready.

"Perfect," Liam said quietly.

He thought back to the mana crystals he had. He wonder how it would feel if he could inscribe a skill on it and merg the mana crystal that would become a runestone into a weapon. The idea fascinated him.

Though that was something for later. He needed a lot of energy for something like that, and right now, his body lacked the kind of power that high-level forging required.

But that didn't bother him.

He could start small, practicw by craftjng ordinary blades, adjust materials, and test different things. The Primordial Forge Authority wasn't going anywhere. He had all the time he needed.

Now he just needed a place to practice.

The forge section of the industrial base crossed his mind first. It had everything, every machine and every tool. Lucy had built it with precision.

But that was the problem—everything was perfect.

He wanted a real forge. A normal one. He wanted human craftsmanship to compare to his results. He needed a standard to measure himself against. And most importantly, he wanted someone who could judge his work… someone trained and experienced.

Yes, he needed an expert blacksmith. Someone who's very familiar with the craft.

"Blacksmith shop it is," He nodded to himself.

With that thought, Liam stood up, pushed his chair gently away, and left the restaurant.

He took a few turns through the city and started walking in the direction of the blacksmith shop.

After a short walk, he found it.

A large wooden sign hung above a wide stone entrance. The sound of metal hitting metal echoed loudly from the interior.

This was the place. The shop of the best blacksmith shop in Blackstone City.

Even from outside, the heat poured out relentlessly without stop. The rhythmic sound of hammer strikes filled the air. Sparks flashed inside the room like small stars.

Liam smiled and stepped inside.

The interior was bright and hot. Tools hung neatly on the walls. Half-finished swords lay on racks. A young man, probably an apprentice, stood behind the counter. He looked a little older than Liam, muscular from long hours of work.

"Welcome," the young man said. "Do you need a weapon repaired? Or do you want to place an order?"

Liam shook his head. "Neither."

The young man raised a brow. "Then what do you need?"

"I want to use your forge," Liam replied calmly.

The young man blinked. "Use… the forge?"

"Yes."

The young man frowned, clearly confused. "The forge is not something we rent out. Only the master uses it. And apprentices like me help. You can't just walk in and ask to use it."

Liam expected that answer. He didn't look offended. If anything, he understood the reason why.

Instead of replying, he walked toward the weapon rack, looking at the displayed swords. Each blade carried heat marks, clean polish, and signs of strong metal work.

They were well crafted by someone with good craftsmanship. But with his new talent, he could see everything at once.

The material composition, the folded layers, the small flaws, the places where the metal could be reinforced and the potential improvements.

He picked up one of the swords gently.

A faint stream of information flowed into his mind instantly. The sword's balance. The method used. Its structural weaknesses. And the easiest way to raise its quality.

His new talent worked effortlessly.

Behind him, the young man watched with growing annoyance. "Hey. Don't touch things if you're not buying. Our weapons are not toys."

Liam ignored that tone and swung the sword once in a smooth, controlled swing.

Then he raised his hand slightly and he sword hovered in the air. It floated upright, rotating slowly above his palm.

The apprentice's jaw dropped.

"W–What are you doing?!" he shouted. "Stop that! This is a blacksmith shop, not a circus. If you're not here for business, then leave!"

Liam's voice was calm. "Relax. I'll pay for the sword."

The young man choked on his own breath. "You—what? You're going to buy it?"

"Yes. But I'll be improving it first."

The apprentice's face darkened. "So you are belittling Master Han's work?"

"I'm not belittling anything," Liam replied simply. "I'm just planning to make it better. That's all."

The young man's anger flared. "Do you even know who Master Han is?! He's the best craftsman in the entire city! You think you can walk in here and—"

"Luo," a deep voice called.

The young apprentice froze immediately.

Liam looked past him and he saw that the old man who had been working earlier now stood behind the counter. His arms were thick with muscle despite his age. His skin was dark from years of heat and fire. His eyes were sharp.

He walked toward Liam without rushing, stopped in front of him and stared directly into his eyes.

"You," the blacksmith asked slowly, "are calling my work a defect?"

His tone wasn't loud. But it was heavy, like an invisible weight pressing down on the room. Even the apprentice backed away.

Liam shook his head. "I didn't say that."

"But you said you could improve it," the old man pressed.

Liam nodded. "Yes. Because it can be improved."

A thick silence enveloped them immediately.

Then the old man scoffed. "You have guts. Good. Show me."

The apprentice almost shouted in shock. "Master—!"

"Quiet," Master Han said without looking at him.

Then he locked eyes with Liam again.

"Improve it. Use my forge. Show me what your hands can do."

Liam smirked.

"That's what I wanted."

He placed the sword back into his grip and walked toward the furnace. The heat grew stronger with each step he took toward it.

He took off his jacket and folded it neatly. The muscles on his forearms flexed lightly as he reached the furnace.

The flames glowed an intense orange.

Without hesitation, Liam threw the sword in and metal clashed with metal. The heat surged around him.

Behind him, Master Han folded his arms.

"Let's see," he said faintly, "if your mouth matches your skill."

"Oh, it does," Liam smiled slightly.

Primordial Forge Authority, let's put you to good use, He muttered as he reached into the furnace with a calm face

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