Grid was surprised because the bustling crowd on the street all sat down. Tens of thousands of people. The festive atmosphere became as silent as a dead mouse. It was an unbelievable and unrealistic thing to experience.
The cause of the sudden silence! Grid got goosebumps as he watched the group of people that appeared in the center of the street. The group walked past the bowing crowd. They wore blue daoist robes and had long black hair tied up. It was exactly the same appearance as the Pagma that Randy copied in the Mysterious Forest.
‘These people are?’
The men in robes boasted a beautiful appearance. Why did they look so much like Pagma, and why did people bow before them? Someone poked Grid’s side. It was a regular NPC. His head was bowed and he was shaking. It seemed like he was afraid to be noticed by the robed men.
"Not bowing before the yangban, are you crazy? Do you have 10 lives?” (Wiki Link)
"The residents of the Hwan Kingdom!”
‘The Hwan Kingdom...’
The kingdom that used the white phosphorous tree as their national tree. Grid bowed his head and asked the NPC.
"Is Pangea part of the Hwan Kingdom?”
“Tsk tsk. I should’ve known you were stupid the moment you didn’t bow in front of the yangban.”
“Pangea is part of the Cho Kingdom.
"Then why are you bowing to the yangban of the Hwan Kingdom?”
“What are you saying? Isn’t it natural to bow to people who serve their kingdom? Do you not know this because you’re stupid?
Did the Hwan Kingdom have the concept of a common kingdom?
'It seems like Pagma was born in the Hwan Kingdom...’
He was gradually finding out information. Grid decided not to fret about it.
At this moment, a yangban in blue robes passed by Grid and gave him a meaningful smile. Grid felt awe the moment he looked into the yangban’s eyes. There was an unknown aura and overwhelming majesty that made his heart race.
[You have an urge to bow.]
[You have resisted.]
This was just because Grid met his eyes?
‘Don’t tell me...’
‘The power of a legend?’
Grid was confused.
There was coy laughter as the yangban left Grid’s field of view.
"Would you like me to prepare the citron tea in advance?”
A beautiful girl reminiscent of a cat. The employee Yang Fei asked the question with an impassive expression. But Grid didn’t answer. He was still thinking about the yangban that he encountered on the street.
‘I’m certain. That’s a legend-grade presence.’
When Grid first lent his body to Braham. Grid had been shocked and thrilled when seeing Braham gather all the mana. The yangban’s presence matched Braham of that time.
‘But... None of the legends were described as originating from the East Continent? It’s just my guess that Pagma came from the East Continent.’
In the first place, there were nine legends. But the number of yangbans he saw today was over 10.
‘Don’t tell me that separate legends exist for the East Continent?’
Separate from the nine legends of the West Continent.
'...Ah, it’s natural.’
The West and East Continents were isolated from each other. It stood to reason that they wouldn’t share legends. It was right for them to be separate.
‘Look at Lord.’
He was called a genius that represented the West Continent.
‘Hey... This is really...’
The world became bigger. The powerhouses that couldn’t be seen on the West Continent and in Hell overflowed in the East Continent. But Grid didn’t feel frustrated. Rather, he found it interesting.
‘In the future, I will be stronger.’
Even if he became stronger than he was now, he wouldn’t be criticized for destroying the balance. In other words, it meant Grid had the confidence to be strong.
‘I am a legend.’
He was always trying hard. Yes, like right now!
“Now! Sorry to keep you waiting!”
Idan cooked eggs for Grid’s breakfast. The yolk was cooked to the point of being burnt, while the whites were raw.
“Crazy. It’s hard to deliberately make this.”
Grid couldn’t help spitting out. Fortunately, Idan took it as a compliment.
“It took a lot more work than normal egg rolls. After separating the yolk and egg whites, I cooked only the yolk and poured the whites, using the concept of them as a sauce.”
"...Don’t you think you should cook them normally?”
“Aish, this person. How can you eat ordinary egg yolk and egg whites?”
"You can cook moderately...”
"I made this dish with a chef’s heart of wanting to feed my guest the best egg. Using the soft egg whites to cover the hard yolk, isn’t this new and ingenious?”
'You could start off with soft-boiled.”
It was surprisingly a dish not made out of malice. Grid really didn’t want to eat it, but he closed his eyes and poured the eggs into his mouth. The feeling of the egg whites wrapping around his teeth every time he chews made him feel bad. The smell of the egg spreading in his mouth made it hard to breathe and the unique flavour of the yolk disappeared after it was cooked too much, giving a feeling of chewing dry stone.
Grid wanted to spit it out but barely managed to swallow it, tasting sweet fruit at the end.
[You have received food poisoning from eating uncooked food.]
[You have resisted.]
[Stamina has risen permanently by 1.]
‘The food wasn’t cooked properly...’
But Idan was the serious problem. It was clear that Idan didn’t have a talent for cooking.
Then Grid asked him.
“Why didn’t you use salt?”
It would’ve been a bit easier to eat. Idan felt and replied to Grid.
"Salt is bad for your health!"
‘You will die if you eat ramyun.’
Yang Fei served the citron tea to the grumbling Grid. She prepared it beforehand. Grid lit up at the thought of rinsing his mouth with the tea. Grid looked at Yang Fei like she was an angel.
Grid tried to get rid of the egg taste with the fragrant tea. Yang Fei spoke meaningfully as Grid’s face recovered its color.
"That... My legs are sore today.”
Yang Fei lifted her skirt slightly and exposed her white calves. It was a stimulating sight. But Grid wasn’t stimulated. For any woman under the age of 20. Grid didn’t recognize them as a woman unless they had a D cup.
"Yes, I will massage it with sincerity today.”
Grid spoke carelessly while Yang Fei’s face became like a carrot. She already had a body that couldn’t live without Grid’s hands.
A large stadium to the north of Pangea’s Castle. Grid visited the waiting room of the stadium that reminded him of the Coliseum and White of the White Hammer smithy welcomed him. White grabbed Grid’s hands tightly.
"Mr. Woodcutter, thanks to you, we can now create flames of the desired temperature with the white phosphorus wood. It will be your achievement if the White Hammer smithy wins the competition this year.”
Grid thought it was strange but didn’t question it.
“What is the theme of the competition?”
Grid was interested from the perspective of a blacksmith and White replied.
“It’s the same as last year. It is to reproduce Pangea’s treasure that was lost in the war two years ago.”
“What’s the treasure?”
"Red Phoenix Bow. It’s a bow.”
Grid felt a strong interest. Red Phoenix Bow. Based on the name, a red phoenix... Then the bow would have powerful fire properties. It was highly likely that Jishuka would have a high compatibility with it.
‘This is a treasure of the East Continent, so the base attack power won’t be a joke. It would be nice to obtain the production design.’
It was virtually impossible to get a production design just by seeing the item being made. One in 10,000 blacksmiths couldn’t do it. But Grid was a legendary blacksmith, not an ordinary one. He could try it.
‘Of course, the probability of success is low.’
He would do his best as always. The excited Grid suddenly felt doubts.
"Why is the theme of the competition the same as last year?”
"Last year, the blacksmiths failed to reproduce the Red Phoenix Bow. The lord probably intends to keep the same theme until a perfect masterpiece is reproduced.”
“What type of bow is the original Red Phoenix Bow? Do you have the design of the Red Phoenix Bow?”
“It is a bow based on one of the four patrons, the blue dragon, the white tiger, the black tortoise, and the red phoenix. It’s a bow that shows the amazing destructive power of fire. Of course, there’s no design. It has been lost since ancient times. We can only use our imagination to create it.”
If it was a bow with the fire attribute, was a fire stone used as material?
'Melting down the fire stone and using it with iron... The iron bow originally boasts great destructive power... No, wait.’
This was the East Continent. He couldn’t think about it with the perspective of a West Continent blacksmith.
‘There might be another specialized material on the East Continent with the fire attribute... Ah!’
A sudden thought passed through Grid’s head.
‘The white phosphorus wood!’
Grid was convinced.
‘I am the only one who can make the Red Phoenix Bow.’
Why? He was the only blacksmith in the world who could cut down the white phosphorus tree! Grid’s eyes flashed.
“What benefits will be received from winning the competition?”
Greed was within Grid’s shining eyes. A powerful greed that wanted to devour everything in the world! But White was blinded to Grid’s nature.
‘Oh, look at those passionate eyes!’
White misunderstood and explained the situation.