Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Veya glanced at her maid and said,

“Alright, I get it. You don’t understand. What I’m saying might sound too mystical to you.”

“Yeah, it really does. Honestly, he just seems like a Tier-Silver rank, good-looking, ordinary boy to me. If you’re interested in him, why not just have him kidnapped?”

“Stop saying nonsense. Watch your mouth.”

“Alright, alright, I won’t say anything more.”

“Let’s go. We still have to visit two other factions. This enlightenment journey is too important to miss. Who knows—perhaps I’ll see Daniel again someday.”

As Veya spoke, she couldn’t shake the inexplicable feeling that fate would bring her and Daniel together again.

Greenstone City was indeed a large city, bustling with activity.

The streets were lined with goods of all kinds.

Daniel had originally planned to try some of the city’s unique delicacies, but when he asked about the prices, he suddenly remembered that he didn’t have a single coin to his name.

He sighed and gave up on the idea, instead asking around about the location of the forge.

After asking a few people, Daniel finally arrived at the place.

The forge was in a relatively secluded part of the city, though it was still quite lively.

A massive iron horse stood at the entrance of the forge, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

The horse’s muscular contours were stunningly lifelike, its craftsmanship impeccable.

“This is Master Dixon’s most prized creation! Truly extraordinary!”

“Indeed, Master Dixon’s skills are said to be among the top five in all of Greenstone City!”

Daniel perked up at the mention of Dixon—the name Old Flinn had spoken of as his senior.

Old Flinn had praised Dixon highly, even saying that seeing Dixon’s work would reveal what true forging was all about.

“Are you here to join the forge?”

“Indeed. Are you here for the same reason, brother?”

“Of course! Who wouldn’t want to join the forge? If you get in, there’s a direct path to the Artisan’s Sanctuary!”

“Yes, the Artisan’s Sanctuary is every craftsman’s dream. To be honest, my ultimate goal is to enter the Artisan’s Sanctuary and design my own Magic Array Core.”

Listening to their conversation, Daniel learned about a new power—the Artisan’s Sanctuary.

It seemed that Magic Array Cores were developed and produced within the Artisan’s Sanctuary. Stay updated via My Virtual Library Empire

The forge appeared to have direct connections to this prestigious place, possibly offering recommendation slots or similar opportunities.

The two men were just a small sample of the larger crowd gathered at the forge entrance.

Many of them shared the same ambition: to join the Artisan’s Sanctuary, create their own Magic Array Core, and make a name for themselves across the continent.

In his previous life, crafting had never been this enticing.

But now, it seemed young people regarded forging as a noble pursuit.

This was a phenomenon Daniel had never witnessed before.

After observing the crowd for a moment, Daniel approached the forge.

At the entrance, a steward blocked his way.

“The selection process hasn’t started yet. You can’t go in.”

“You misunderstand. I’m not here for the selection; I’m here to meet someone,” Daniel explained, pulling out the token Old Flinn had given him.

“This is a blacksmith’s token, but…”

The steward examined the token, frowning.

“I’ve never heard of this blacksmith before.”

No matter how hard the steward racked his brain, he couldn’t recall anyone named Flinn.

“How about this—take the token to Master Dixon. He might recognize it,” Daniel suggested.

The steward hesitated for a moment. Though the chances seemed slim, it wasn’t entirely impossible.

After all, Master Dixon had been renowned for so many years. Perhaps he would know.

“Fine. Wait here,” the steward said.

Shortly after, the steward returned with a burly young man.

“It’s him,” the steward said, gesturing toward Daniel.

The young man looked Daniel over and asked, “What’s your relationship with Master Flinn?”

Daniel thought for a moment and replied, “We’re master and disciple.”

After all, before he left, Daniel had shared his forging insights with Old Flinn, along with a copy of Genesis. That much surely qualified him as at least half a teacher.

Hearing this, the young man nodded and said, “I see… The master has been waiting for you. Come with me.”

The forge was vast, though sparsely built, with numerous courtyards scattered throughout.

Each courtyard radiated waves of heat and the constant sound of hammering metal.

On the way, Daniel struck up a conversation with the young man, learning his name was Ed.

Ed was Dixon’s disciple, possessing Emerald-level strength—a rank between Platinum and Diamond.

“I’ve heard the master say before that Flinn’s forging skills are extraordinary. As a mortal, his abilities rival those of many mages.”

“If Master Flinn had ever had the chance to become a mage, his name would have been celebrated in the forge long ago.”

Daniel nodded in agreement. He knew Old Flinn’s skill well—it was indeed remarkable.

Flinn’s talent in forging was evident, especially when he was able to grasp new techniques just by watching Daniel’s movements while crafting the bellows.

This kind of intuitive understanding was a sign of extraordinary talent.

To most people, Daniel’s actions might simply appear pleasing to the eye.

But to someone like Flinn, they revealed the rules of the world itself.

Unfortunately, Flinn was unable to become a mage due to the bloodline curse.

Before Daniel left, however, he had explained how to break the curse and had left Genesis behind.

Now, it was up to Flinn whether he wanted to take that step.

If he did, there should be no issue.

“Since you share a master-disciple bond with Flinn, the master won’t treat you poorly. But I must warn you, the master has a strict temperament. Be sure to remain humble,” Ed advised.

Daniel nodded in gratitude.

Ed stepped forward and knocked on the door.

“Master, I’ve brought him.”

“Come in.”

Ed and Daniel entered the room.

Inside, there was a furnace blazing brightly.

A burly man was busy working on some metal.

When he saw Daniel, he frowned slightly.

“So skinny?”

Setting down his tools, the man approached and said, “Sit.”

This burly man was undoubtedly Dixon.

Dixon studied Daniel for a moment before handing him the blacksmith’s token.

“How is Flinn these days?”

“Not great. His son passed away, his daughter-in-law ran off, and now he lives with his granddaughter,” Daniel replied honestly.

“Sigh…” Dixon let out a heavy sigh.

“If I’d known this would happen, I’d never have let him return home!”

“That kid… he could have had such a bright future!”

Dixon’s voice carried a trace of anger and frustration.

It took him a while to calm down.

“So, you call yourself Flinn’s disciple? How long have you been with him?”

“A little over a month,” Daniel replied.

“A month? He accepted you as his disciple after just one month? Since when did he become so casual?”

Daniel hesitated, then clarified, “Actually, I might not have explained it properly. By ‘master and disciple,’ I mean… I’m more like half his teacher.”

The moment Daniel said this, the entire room fell silent.

You’re Flinn’s teacher?

Then who am I? Should I be calling you uncle-master instead?

“Are you joking?” Dixon asked, staring at Daniel.