Otherworld Destruction Gallery

[Items for sale: Weapon Enhancement]

ㄴ What is this?

ㄴ Isn’t it just refining?

ㄴ Well, it looks fun, um, should I join?

ㄴ Can you also do the switch I was hit with as a child?

ㄴ Author) It’s possible. As long as it functions as a weapon.

The dwarves came up with an interesting item for sale.

It’s a way of selling their skills.

You hand over the weapon first, pay the fee, and they enhance the weapon.

Title: Guide on Weapon Enhancement

Enhancement is a new technique of the dwarves.

It’s not just sharpening and repairing, it actually upgrades the weapon.

Weapon enhancement is currently capped at 7 times for weapons that haven’t been refined at all.

Simply put, it meant +7 enhancement was possible.

But the problem was the price.

Author) It starts at 300 Mana Pellets.

A bit, no, quite expensive.

300 Mana Pellets was quite a lot of money to flex in the marketplace.

It was equivalent to around 300,000 won in Earth’s standards.

– Ah, but the price is a bit…

– If it rusts, it adds poison damage to the weapon, ㅇㅇ…

– In the old days, you’d use a sword until it rusts, then switch to a blunt weapon!

Author) Free event for the first customer.

ㄴ Me!

ㄴ Me, me, me, me.

ㄴ Teacher, I’ve always thought dwarf technology is the best in the world, and based on this,

But free is a different story, haha.

– The dwarves also starved a lot during the Great War.

– They have no choice.

– Otherwise, they wouldn’t come forward to sell weapons like this.

They decided to compromise a bit with reality.

After attracting the attention of the gallery members, they took one member’s weapon.

– It’s an iron sword I’ve used since I first became a knight.

ㄴ I couldn’t afford to repair it after the war broke out, so I left it as it was. Is this possible?

ㄴ Author) There’s nothing impossible.

And about 10 minutes later.

Author) It’s done. Come and take it.

[Transaction completed.]

[Rusted Iron Sword → Iron Sword +1 enhancement successful!]

Buyer) Oh?

The gallery member who entrusted the weapon received the result.

*

Title: Review of Dwarf Weapon Enhancement

First of all, I’m so happy I won the event.

I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try, but what’s this?

(GIF of the rusty iron sword)

(GIF of the sharpened iron sword after enhancement)

At first, I thought they sent a different weapon.

But the moment I saw my name clumsily engraved on the scabbard, I realized it was the iron sword I knew.

But it wasn’t just the appearance; the experience after using it was amazing.

(GIF of goblins getting easily cut down)

Damn, what’s this?

All those tough goblins got cut down as if they ate a fruit.

I even tried the orcs I hesitated to challenge my whole life.

(GIF of an orc getting easily cut down)

Orcs? Damn, don’t mess with me.

This is the first time in my life I’ve experienced such refinement.

Don’t waste your time at the local blacksmith; get your enhancement done by dwarves.

Do it twice, no, do it three times.

.

.

Thank you so much, damn it.

I’m so grateful it makes me angry;

I want to hug the dwarves and Head Moderator tightly, damn, I love you.

But don’t kiss the dwarves; it hurts because of their beards. Just kiss Head Moderator, haha.

– Head Moderator☆) No, no, no, no;

ㄴ Dwarf Weapon Craftsman) No, no, no;

ㄴ Both of them really hate it, haha.

ㄴ Get in line, we’re first.

– Wow, the weapon just changed?

– Even if they said it was a new weapon, I’d believe it.

– It would be painful to be on bad terms with dwarves.

– Haha, it looks like dwarf-made weapons are crap, why waste money?

ㄴ Right, haha, Head Moderator is dead too. Just reduce the marketplace cycle.

ㄴ ?

ㄴ Hmm, their chat seems strange?

ㄴ Say “World Tree, you bastard.”

ㄴ .

ㄴ Can’t do it? Say “Elad, you bastard.”

ㄴ …bastard.

ㄴ Haha, you can’t do it, right? You’re just mad because you can’t buy such weapons from dwarves, haha.

ㄴ Human-dwarf-bastards, what did we do so wrong that you don’t sell us weapons or armor and never help even in hard times, even during the Great War, you ignore us and blame the elves after losing?

ㄴ Wow, hit the nail on the head.

ㄴ The elves are doomed, haha.

“Right, they can’t buy dwarf weapons?”

Elves had excellent combat sense.

Their flexibility and moment-to-moment decisions were close to optimal.

But their equipment was poor.

They had no refinement techniques.

And dwarves didn’t sell them weapons either.

“One of the races elves fought during the Great War was dwarves, says it all.”

Elves received more karma than humans during the Great War.

Even though the gallery was active, they couldn’t benefit from this aspect.

– Brother Head Moderator, leave your weapon to me.

– No, leave it to me. I’ll make it amazing!

– I’m a third-generation weapon craftsman. It’s right to leave it to me.

Conversely, I received countless enhancement requests.

Maybe because I was the only source of alcohol supply before and even now.

“Isn’t it because they almost lost the Kilgrot Kingdom during the Great War because they were making alcohol?”

Dwarves were invaded by demon beasts during the Great War.

Even then, they didn’t give up their brewery until the very end.

I just distributed alcohol, but their acceptance seemed different.

– Head Moderator☆: It’s fine, I don’t use weapons anyway.

But separate from that, I had no interest in weapon enhancement.

I had no use for it and no intention of using it.

So I refused, but the meticulous dwarves didn’t let it slide.

If they received something, they had to repay it.

That rule was absolute.

Even I, the recipient, couldn’t ignore it.

– Head Moderator, who are you to interfere with my repayment?

– How dare you, hand over your weapon immediately?

– Do you take me lightly?

– Can you handle my wrath?

ㄴ Damn, why should Head Moderator handle that?

“Anyway, I don’t need it because I use a gun.”

If I didn’t give it, they seemed ready to flip the entire gallery.

I searched the storage for something to give and belatedly realized.

“Oh right, I do have a weapon.”

Whir.

I had forgotten because I only used it for lighting, but the old holy sword, the famous sword of Adrian.

“This should do, right?”

Just as I was about to pick up the holy sword to send it.

Groan.

“What’s this?”

It wouldn’t budge.

It felt strangely heavy as if it was resisting with all its might.

“Ugh…”

Even though I gave it my all until my face turned red, the holy sword didn’t move an inch as if mocking me.

Whir.

“This feels dirty. Can this thing talk?”

Realizing that brute force wouldn’t work, I decided to use another method.

“Scared?”

Whir.

The holy sword became light again.

I handed the holy sword to the dwarf and received a confident assurance from him.

– I’ll make this sword shine even brighter!

And exactly one hour later.

– (GIF of broken blacksmithing tools)

– (GIF of the proudly standing holy sword in the center)

– Take… it back…

– Head Moderator☆: Um;

All the tools in the dwarf’s blacksmith shop used for weapon refinement were destroyed.

Whir.

The holy sword returned proudly without a scratch.

Unintentionally, I ended up being the one who wrecked someone else’s shop.

As the holy sword resumed its role as storage lighting, I looked at it sourly, feeling some strange sense of confidence emanating from it.

*

“Cheers!”

““Cheers!””

Clink.

A party was held at the dwarf kingdom’s blacksmith shop.

They had made an enormous profit.

“This is life!”

“I never thought I’d touch this kind of money in my life…”

“Is Head Moderator a god!”

Dwarf refining skills are the best in the world!

But access to the dwarf kingdom was poor, and their personality issues led to low profits.

To make matters worse, after the Great War, the land routes were blocked, leaving no source of income.

But not anymore.

The gallery handled all the connections.

“To think we only pay a 5% fee!”

“He provided us with all kinds of alcohol…”

Precisely, it was thanks to the help of Head Moderator who managed the gallery.

He was the best partner and benefactor, from alcohol to business.

Head Moderator was deeply rooted in the lives of the dwarves.

“Shouldn’t we give Head Moderator a key position in Kilgrot?”

“I think the position of Chief Alcohol Officer would be appropriate.”

“How about elevating Head Moderator as one of the three great saints of the dwarves?”

There’s nothing they wouldn’t say when alcohol is involved.

Things they wouldn’t normally say out of embarrassment flowed freely.

“I wouldn’t mind if Head Moderator were the half-elf girl archmage as rumored!”

Her face might be quite ugly!

But her achievements are great, aren’t they?

“Hahaha!”

For now, it didn’t matter.

The dwarves held a large-scale party, hugging each other and enjoying a drinking party.

It was then that a strange refinement request came in.

“A new refinement request has come in!”

“Ho, the weapon looks quite good?”

“But it’s just a human-made weapon, after all.”

But the reason the dwarves were interested was its value.

They offered a commission of 1 million Mana Pellets!

Enough to buy almost all the alcohol listed in Head Moderator’s marketplace and then some!

“Who will take it?”

“I will.”

Normally, they would have suspected the identity of someone offering such a huge sum, but with alcohol in their system, it was different.

One dwarf bravely stepped forward, took the weapon, and started the blacksmithing.

“Haha, this is nothing!”

The dwarf laughed heartily and began hammering.

Crash! Clang!

With just one blow, the commissioned sword shattered into pieces.

“…”

“Hmm…”

“Oh.”

The atmosphere turned cold in an instant.

But only for a moment, the dwarf threw down the hammer, laughed, and started drinking beer.

“Well, it’s a shame!”

“That’s how it goes, haha!”

Hadn’t they warned?

Caution* Weapons may be destroyed.

The dwarves didn’t think much of it and returned the shattered weapon to the requester.

“My lord, we have a problem!”

“What is it? What’s so urgent?”

“The family heirloom sword of the Duke’s house! It came back in pieces!”

“What!!!”

The weapon requester was none other than Duke Isaac of the Adrian Empire.

The duke stood up with his face flushed red.

What was the commissioned sword?

It was the family heirloom used by the first duke.

The great sword shattered like shards of a mirror?

“My lord?”

Duke Isaac trembled silently for a long time before whispering.

“It’s…war.”

“Pardon? What…”

“War! I will declare war on the dwarves!”

“No, please! Calm down!”

War with the dwarves?

Nothing could be more troublesome.

The man urgently tried to stop him.

“It must be a misunderstanding! I will ask the gallery for an explanation!”

The duke’s subordinate, thinking it was a misunderstanding, hurriedly left a post.

If not, the duke seemed really ready to start a war.

Title: Question for the Dwarves

(GIF of the shattered heirloom sword)

Why did you return the commissioned weapon in this state?

You better explain properly.

‘Please, please, please, say it was a mistake…’

The man asked the reason while sweating nervously.

ㄴ Haha, did someone threaten you with a sword?

ㄴ Haha, what a joke, haha.

“It’s war, definitely war.”

Eventually, trouble broke out.