I Refused To Be Reincarnated

Chapter 393 Iron, Fire, and Advice

A moment later, he stepped into the dream place's half-filled plaza and walked to the nearby fusion pool.On the way, he heard the kid's spirited debates. Some sat on the ground, selling merchandise arranged neatly on a piece of cloth. Others yelled,

However, the youth's voice brought him back from his reveries.

"Where do you want us to train you?"

With a cough to focus on the immediate task, he pointed to the vortex leading to his soul sea.

"In my place." He stepped to it, waving his hand. "Follow me."

Immediately, the five youths' eyes sparkled, and their hearts hammered against their chests. Were they going to witness where the mysterious Prometheus lived on Earth?

Contrary to their expectation, they gasped at the scenery. Instead of a house or apartment, they landed on a vast plain surrounded by mountains, forests, and a large lake.

Fresh, natural air filled their lungs as a soft breeze blew on their hair.

Meanwhile, Adam opened his iron bag and turned to them.

"Explain your heating, cooling, and hammering techniques one by one with simple and clear words. We'll do the same for wood carving after."

With a nod, they glanced at the vibrant vista one last time before moving to him.

Among the three humans, two were carving experts back on Earth, while one was a knife-smelting master. Meanwhile, the two dwarves had nothing to do with those fields. However, they learned the ropes in this world.

Amidst their conversations, he learned that the two dwarves had been kissed by Luck herself. Born in a county, their parents tampered with the test results when they were babies. Therefore, they freely attended the academy.

After a few minutes, Adam tucked his fingers around his chin.

"I think I'll learn faster by practising. Observe my movements as I strike the iron to correct them."

As his words lingered, his right leg blurred in their eyes as he stomped the ground.

BAM

With a resounding noise, the grassy soil rose to his waist before hardening.

Blinding lights manifested on his palms next as he melted a few iron ores before coating his earthen anvil, giving it a metallic sheen.

Unfazed by the kids' gaping jaws, he grabbed a few more iron ores before melting them using the sun's element.

Once the ores became milky white and bubbled slightly, his voice echoed again.

"Observe now. I'll use your three techniques simultaneously."

Before his voice died down in the wind, three dense mana hammers condensed above the anvil. In a shower of scalding sparks, they struck the iron with different rhythms and angles.

Awakened by the familiar clang of the hammers, they squinted at the spectacle, hiding their amazement behind a mask of professionalism. Explore stories at empire

Gradually, they shared their expertise, advising to put less strength on the strikes, to pay more attention to the iron's integrity, and to turn it more. They also informed him about when to heat it again and the right temperature.

Accompanied by their advice and enduring the increasing buzzing noises in his mind after multitasking for two hours, he took a break.

"Ready yourselves for wood carving next. I'll study some enchantment theories for an hour," he said, moving to his box and retrieving Durgrim's soul orb.

That's why he confronted Moira without batting an eye. Not only could he have personal teachers, but he had the theories covered already!

If anything, the three-day limits sparked his determination and made it a real challenge.