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Following Hephaestus deeper into the volcano, Quinn could no longer feel the heat of the lava, which had been billowing from the initial heat source. He didn't know how many meters he had gone underground with the god of fire, but he was certain that he had entered the very foundation of the island.
Because he discovered that as he went deeper, the surrounding rock walls also developed a kind of circuit-like light that was almost identical to that on Hephaestus's body.
I'm afraid I've entered the body of this machine god.
As Quinn was thinking this, he noticed that Vulcan, who was limping at the front, had stopped.
"We've arrived, Son of the Wolf."
Hephaestus’s voice, clearly displeased, rang out. He raised his hand and pointed to the end of the narrow passage. “That is where the divine steel is located. Nearly ten thousand years ago, after we gods fought against a great enemy, my forge went out and could no longer forge divine steel for the gods. What is left there is what remains now.”
"The furnace went out?" Quinn asked knowingly.
“…Yes, I once used the forge to forge divine steel for the gods and create divine artifacts, but since the forge went out, divine steel has become a scarce resource. I collected the only divine steel in the world here for future use, but I never expected…” Hephaestus stopped midway through his sentence.
Quinn knew that this was because the God of Fire was dissatisfied with the God King. He had also figured out the state of the Greek gods in this script. Obviously, in the process of fighting against the Star Vanguard, the Greek gods were defeated by the Star Vanguard. Their bodies were damaged under the attack of the Star Vanguard and they had lost the ability to create nanomachines. They could only barely retain a part of them for future use by mortal heroes.
Now, he himself is going to use the nanomachines for the flimsy reason of preparing a gift for the King of Gods. This will surely make Hephaestus, who is in charge of storing the nanomachines, feel that he has been offended and that Zeus is too autocratic.
However, Quinn felt that Hephaestus should have changed his attitude when he made the puppet.
He now possesses two buffs specifically designed for crafting treasures: "Heir to the Fairy Realm" and "A Craftsman with a Flexible Mind." Combined with the right to use the temporary building "Interstellar Heavy Industry Manufacturing Forge," these three factors are sufficient for Quinn to consistently produce legendary treasures. His "Craft Treasure" decision can only be used three times at present, but within those three uses, he is at the level of a legendary craftsman from the Age of Gods. Even if he is not as good as the God of Fire himself, the difference will not be too great.
after all……
The last legendary artifact Quinn personally acquired was the Holy Lance, while the Sword of Kings made by Morgan was only of the Excellent level. The difference between the two was obvious to the naked eye. But even so, Quinn was not arrogant, because he himself felt that what he wanted to make was too difficult, and it was hard to say whether it was still within the "legendary" range determined by the system.
So Quinn looked at Vulcan, who was clearly annoyed, and spoke up.
“Great God of Forging, besides the divine steel, I also need your guidance. This is a huge project, and I dare not say whether I can succeed. You are the most skilled craftsman in all of Greece, and you must provide me with guidance.”
[Your words made Hephaestus laugh. He mocked your rudeness and arrogance, thinking that you were too greedy to both use Zeus's oracle to obtain the divine steel and also seek guidance from the god of craftsmen. However, after mocking you, the god still obediently followed you into the "Forge" on the grounds that he could not stand by and watch you waste the divine steel.]
This forging room of the gods reminds you of the forges used by the Asgardian gods in the Marvel movie series "Thor." They are large-scale smelting machines that combine a sense of science fiction industry with the magnificent beauty of mythology. The divine steel is stored in a semi-transparent container that looks like mist. You know, that's the primitive form of nanomachines.
[You used the resolution "Treasure Crafting," and you selected the treasure type—armor.]
[You plan to create a suit of armor, but not armor in the conventional sense. Rather, it is an armor that can serve as a vessel for a god, existing in human form, similar to a doll. This is a fantasy project, so you used fairy magic to replicate your imagined fantasy.]
Fantasies like masked locusts, Five Elements Armor, Golden Cloths and the Bronze Saints, records of adult dolls, and ultimate weapons of human strategy float in your mind, manifesting as illusory light and shadow in this workshop through the replication of fairy magic. Since these things do not exist in this world, the world has no record of your fantasies. However, beside you are the craftsmen of the gods, the mech gods responsible for forging within the Greek mech god fleet.
Hephaestus easily saw through your magic. He wasn't surprised that you knew fairy magic, because there were many divine magicians in this era, and many humans who mastered various mysterious magics. Fairy magic was indeed a rare and precious technique, but to the Machine God, it was nothing more than the tricks of Earth's natives.
However, the fantasies you manifested moved even the Vulcan who initially looked down on you. Your fantasies far surpassed those of humans in this era. In the eyes of the Machine God, your fantasies had become a pitiful curse. He could not imagine how someone with such a wildly imaginative mind could communicate with other mortals.
In Hephaestus's eyes, if other mortals' understanding of the world is still limited to the concept of the earth, then you have already glimpsed a corner of the universe. Hephaestus doubted whether you had already seen the true form of the Greek gods, because he realized that what you were trying to create was less a human being and more a miniature mechanical god.
Hephaestus became interested and decided to assist you in completing this creation.
[So, with the help of Vulcan, you began your creation. This time, it took seven days. You used nanomachines to shape the basic form of this creation, and used magic to weave a pure and flawless concept for it. You forged your fantasies about androids and nanomachines into fragments of thought, hoping to give this creation its basic properties. This was feasible, because the essence of divine steel is close to a blank sheet of paper, which can be molded into various shapes. What you did was simply to add your colors to this blank sheet of paper.]
Your thoughts, ideas, and actions seem so naive in the eyes of Vulcan, like a baby learning to walk. Yet, Vulcan no longer looks down on you. His gaze softens as if he sees his own child growing from infancy to adulthood, and he patiently guides you.
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[The action points out the flaws in your creation, allowing your skills to mature.]
As the seven-day deadline draws to a close, your creation is still progressing slowly. It's obvious to everyone that your creation is doomed to fail. However, the God of Fire has changed his opinion of you greatly during these seven days. He has watched how you prepared the divine steel, created the basic blueprints, and arranged the smelting plan, and he knows the effort you have put into it.
On the very last day, as you were about to light the furnace and begin the final creation, the god of fire appeared before you and decided to reveal the truth.
“Child, give up. You can’t use the divine steel to make this item. It’s not as simple as just restarting the furnace after it goes out. This furnace is broken. Even if you restart this damned machine, it will lose its ability to forge. That enemy of the gods has completely destroyed this machine.”
Hephaestus couldn't bear to see Quinn's hard work go up in flames at the last moment, so he decided to be honest with the human, "That machine is Hephaestus, the source of my power. But now, I no longer have the ability to innovate. All I can do is reshape what already exists. I have no ability to help you recreate, and it's not just me..."
"The power of the gods has been damaged. The Olympian gods no longer possess the divine power you imagine. Only Zeus still retains some power. You should leave Greece quickly. A child as talented as you should not stay here and waste your life on a divine oracle that is impossible to fulfill. Your talent and skills will make you shine wherever you are. You should not become a clown for Zeus's amusement."
[The god of fire speaks frankly to you, hoping you will distance yourself from Greece and the gods. He tells you that the age of the gods will eventually pass, and the future belongs to mortals. Your energy should be focused on building a great empire and becoming a pillar and leader of future mortals.]
[You are pleased with the advice of the Vulcan. You know that your creation plan is halfway to success. You had anticipated the difficulties of this creation. Therefore, besides offering your ideas, you placed your hopes on the Vulcan's willingness to fully respond to you. You know that the power of this world is somewhat idealistic. When a god is willing to pour out his trust and emotions, miracles beyond reason will naturally have a chance of happening.]
Yes, in essence, you view this creation as a gamble, hoping to use the faith condensed from the Greeks' fantasies about the gods as fuel to trigger a "miracle." You have confessed most of your plans to the god of fire, but you have not mentioned that the divine steel is merely the vessel for your creation, and that human faith is the core.
[Therefore, you rejected the god of fire's advice and resolved to continue the creation. Furthermore, to increase the success rate, you requested the god of fire to take a rib from your body and reshape it together with the divine steel.]
Because you possess the qualities of a "saintly ruler," and your behavior is suspected of being an attempt to extort money, the Catholic God is watching you closely. The Catholic God is puzzled and feels that He should sue you for infringement.
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Author's Note: PS: Just woke up. There's one more chapter, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to post it. Please check it tomorrow morning.
Chapter 103 Making the Gods Jealous (Second Update)
According to the biblical story, when God created man, He first created Adam using himself as a model, and then used Adam's rib to create Eve. Whether this is true in Type-Moon is still unknown, but the creation of man from a rib has become a mysterious part of Type-Moon.
Ribs possess magical properties; for magicians, ribs are excellent materials for spellcasting. The most famous example you might recall is a certain magician assassin who used his own ribs to create bullets. Your teacher, Kenneth, was destroyed by bullets made from his ribs, and this incident has been an inspiration to you.
You don't know your origin, but you possess the quality of "robustness," making your body flawless within the realm of humanity. Considering that the doll model you want to create is female, you feel that using your own rib to create the vessel not only conforms to the abstract concept of mysterious creation but also increases the success rate of creation.
Indeed, your actions attracted the attention of the Catholic God, who is known for using such tactics, and He tacitly approved of your actions.
[When Hephaestus, with pity and compassion, hypnotized you into a dream and removed a rib from your body, a pure white dove suddenly appeared, carrying a vibrant green olive branch in its beak. This instantly alerted Hephaestus, for this was the interior of Hephaestus's damaged body, and nothing should have escaped his notice. Logically, this should have been the case, but when the dove appeared, perhaps because Hephaestus's entire attention was focused on you, he did not notice it.]
By the time Hephaestus noticed the white dove, the olive branch had already been delivered to him. The Mech God stared at the dove in astonishment, scrutinizing this creature that shouldn't be there. His first thought was that the bird was some kind of deity, but as the Mech God investigated, Hephaestus discovered that it was just an ordinary dove; what was extraordinary was the olive branch in its beak.
[That was a sacred object imbued with profound divine power and faith. The God of Fire immediately recognized the concept contained within those branches and leaves—it was a symbol of the earth's revival, signifying the restart of life after the apocalyptic crisis.]
[There was a similar cataclysmic flood in Greece, but unlike the olive branch in the biblical story, the Greek gods recreated humans with stone, or rather, nanomachines. Hephaestus instantly realized that your idea had the potential to be realized. He immediately began to reshape the olive branch, your rib, and the nanomachines, throwing all three into the forge. He attempted to use his remaining ability to reshape things to complete your project.]
However, when these three were thrown into the forge, the Vulcan's wrecked body vibrated, and the extinguished forge was rekindled. Even though the flames were small, they astonished Hephaestus, because the Vulcan felt its body slowly repairing itself. The remaining nanomachines, after combining with your ribs and olive branches, began to reproduce on their own, instinctively repairing the Vulcan's remains.
When you awaken again, you see a Vulcan whose body has become blurred and indistinct. His original lame figure has disappeared, replaced by a humanoid form with a golden prosthetic body and ambiguous gender. But you know that it is Hephaestus.
“Child, you truly surprise me.” Hephaestus, noticing Quinn’s awakening, spoke in a muffled, indistinct tone, as if in some undefined intermediate state. His voice became increasingly mechanical, yet still carried a clear emotion. “Where did you meet these other gods?”
Quinn shook his head. Even if he knew who might have been behind it, he couldn't just say anything.
The gods of Type-Moon are in complete chaos. The Greek gods are alien machines, the only God of Catholicism is also suspected to be an alien god, and Attila the Hun is even the incarnation of an alien force's scout. Heaven knows how many normal native gods there are in the Type-Moon world. As a small magician, Quinn can keep his gains to himself. Spreading these alien god rumors around will definitely cause him a lot of trouble.
So he decisively put on the act.
Hephaestus wasn't stupid. Although He wasn't known for His wisdom, He could easily tell that Quinn didn't want to talk about it, so He didn't press further. He now looked at Quinn with great fondness and said, "If you don't want to talk, then so be it. Keep working, my little blacksmith. I've already completed most of the project for you. All that's left is for you to finish it."
Upon hearing this, Quinn was overjoyed. He immediately stood up and looked at the forge, where he discovered that a structure resembling a biological incubation chamber had appeared in the center of the futuristic forge. Several pipes connected the chamber, and inside the transparent chamber, a female humanoid figure, as if sculpted from gold, had already taken shape.
Looking at the humanoid figure, Quinn instinctively became somewhat fascinated, because
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It was simply too artistic. As a magician, he could easily see that the curves of the woman's figure perfectly conformed to the so-called golden curve, embodying the beauty of human aesthetics. More importantly, the basic form of the doll had already been formed, and only the final step of giving it a spiritual quality was needed.
This is a rather delicate step.
In Quinn's mind, at this point, all that was needed to complete the work was to give the doll a name. However, he couldn't think of a suitable name for the moment. To be more precise, he didn't know whether he should be the one to give it a name.
This doll is a gift for Zeus. In its current state of completion, it should be more than enough to appease him, but…
Quinn glanced at Hephaestus, who was staring at him with a hint of affection in his eyes, and fell into deep thought.
It seems I can go a step further? Perhaps I could try to fulfill another of Zeus's demands? Make the gods envious of this gift?
The question then becomes, how can I make all the gods jealous?
An idea pops into your mind. You recall Morgan and Artoria, and then you think of the Greek Mechs' attitude towards humans. Yes, it's unlikely that you can make the Mechs jealous with a gift, but if you take an emotional approach, making the act of giving a gift itself a source of jealousy seems to fit the bill.
So, you spoke up.
"No, this is a gift for the God-King. This level of completion is not enough. Great God of Craftsmen, please bless her for the sake of this work of art. I hope this gift will receive the blessings of the gods."
At this moment, you see Hephaestus's genderless, blurry face become somewhat distorted, and you know that your thinking is correct.
Chapter 104 The God of War has decided, from now on you'll be called Kratos.
Hephaestus ultimately blessed the doll, granting it the strongest armor in the world, impervious to swords and spears, and eternally indestructible. Within the sphere of his power, you could see the doll's body gleam.
Your creation has received a blessing from a deity, and its quality has been enhanced.
After receiving the blessing of Hephaestus, you decide to leave Lemnos to seek out other Greek mechanics. You intend to bless this doll and all twelve Olympian gods. However, upon learning of your purpose, Hephaestus, rather jealously, provides you with the location of the next god—Thrace.
Yes, the next god that Vulcan recommends you seek out is Ares, the god of war, the king of defeat in Greek mythology, a warmonger who only knows how to fight but never how to win.
This was beyond your expectations, because your current situation should theoretically put you at odds with Ares. After all, you recently rejected the god of love, and in mythology, the god of love and the god of war have a relationship. However, considering that the gods of Type-Moon Greek mythology are all mechanical, after some thought, you felt that you shouldn't view the relationships between these gods according to the original mythology. Therefore, you decided to set off.
As you left Vulcan and embarked on your journey to Thrace, Hephaestus showed a hint of reluctance as he saw you off. You know, your thoughts were indeed correct.
[You begin your journey to Thrace, the kingdom of the Thracians and the renowned land of Greek warriors. Just as you experienced on your way to the abode of Hephaestus, you too face trials from the kings of the various city-states on your journey to Thrace. However, this trial is even more thrilling, as you bring your half-finished gift with you.]
You placed the doll inside a stone box, carried it across several city-states, and whenever someone asked what was in the box, you would say it was a treasure you had prepared for Zeus.
Thanks to your promotion, the world now knows that you have completed the initial design of the gift you prepared for Zeus.
Your legendary seed has begun to grow.
According to unofficial Greek history, after you set off from Athens to the abode of Hephaestus, you completed the prototype of a gift for the king of the gods under Hephaestus' guidance. However, this gift was not yet perfect. In order to make the gift perfect, you embarked on a journey to seek the gods. On this journey, you built cities for the lords of various city-states. The kings of these city-states all treated you as an honored guest and considered you to be the most skilled mortal craftsman in all of Greece.
Your legendary achievements have been elevated, and the "skilled craftsman with a flexible mind" has been transformed into a "divine craftsman." When you use the "Treasure Crafting" decision, the quality of the treasures produced will be more easily improved, and there is a chance to obtain "Divine Revelation."
After a long journey, you arrive in Thrace. While Thrace hasn't yet produced any particularly famous heroes, it remains the birthplace of Greece's strongest warriors. The Thracians, who worship Ares, are the masters of this land; almost every adult Thracian becomes an elite soldier, and their customs and traditions are quite different from those of other Greeks.
Your arrival did not cause any disturbance in this land of warriors. In fact, after you explained your purpose to the local king, you experienced your first rejection. The Thracian king rejected your plan to introduce you to the god of war. He was the first king you knew of who dared to directly disregard the oracle of Zeus and betray you.
You realize that even Zeus's oracle is not omnipotent. Clearly, the Thracian king has also received instructions from the god of war. Ares is unwilling to meet with you so easily, but you are not surprised by this. You also know a way to see Ares.
That was to crush all the warriors of Thrace, forcing Ares to meet you with overwhelming force, and thus you shed the artisan's skin you wore.
"I've had enough of the red tape."
Seeing the Thracian king who refused to let him go to the Temple of Ares to meet the god of war, Quinn knew that he couldn't persuade the warrior with words alone, so he gave up on the negotiations between the two civilizations.
Quinn decisively placed the doll box he was carrying on his back aside in front of all the Thracian warriors in the Thracian palace, tore off the outer garment covering his upper body, revealing his strong and powerful physique. Immediately, the Thracian king's eyes flashed with admiration.
What perfect muscles!
The warrior king was immediately intrigued. Although he knew that Quinn came from the wolf den in the wilderness, since Quinn's fame was mostly concentrated in the field of craftsmanship, he instinctively thought that Quinn was just a simple craftsman after seeing him.
Even though craftsmen held a respectable position in Thrace, the Thracians always revered warriors the most. Therefore, during their initial meeting, he had looked down on Quinn, but now…
This was no physique a craftsman could possess. The moment his sharp eyes saw those muscles, he realized that Quinn was not just a craftsman, but a warrior.
"King of Thrace, I challenge you—no, I challenge all Thrace warriors. If I can defeat all Thrace warriors, you must allow me to go to the Temple of Ares. Do you accept my challenge?" Quinn stretched and clenched his fists. This blatant provocation did not anger the King of Thrace; instead, it made the King look at Quinn with newfound respect.
"Of course, I'll be your first opponent!"
The Thracian king also rose from his throne, rubbing his hands excitedly.