Players' NPC boss

Marika recalled her childhood. At that time, she had not grown up yet. Because of her red hair, almost everyone thought she was a dwarf.

The word "dwarf" was very special even among the people of Giens who all inherited the power of giants. It was a golden sign, and everyone would associate her future with this sign.

At that time, even the friendly neighbors would half-jokingly say, "You will definitely become an excellent blacksmith like your mother in the future. You must make a magical hoe for us when the time comes."

The neighbors had no ill intentions. They just simply expressed their goodwill, wishing and expecting her to become the ideal dwarf.

A powerful blacksmith was the best in their eyes.

In fact, she did not want to be a "blacksmith". Her dream was to become a knight, but she could not say it under everyone's expectant eyes.

On the day she was blessed, she also got the profession of "blacksmith" under the expectation of the neighbors.

She was scolded by Blaze for this.

That was the first time she faced his angry face, because in his eyes, she was using a hammer to hammer herself into an ideal container bit by bit. He did not allow her to do such self-harming behavior, especially in front of him.

That day, he said, "If you really care about their expectations, then I will become a forger."

He obviously also dreamed of becoming a knight.

Now thinking about it, why did I want to become a forger when I was young?

Because becoming a knight is a dream, and dreams are infinitely close to empty talk that will fail, and are accompanied by many difficulties. Becoming a forger is an ideal that can succeed, and it is a very simple thing to succeed.

Isn't the process of growing up just shaving off some dreams and then turning them into mature ideals?

So she didn't grow up.

"In my opinion, the self who simply responds to expectations is just an empty shell, just like these Gungnir, a mass product that completes others' expectations."

"Are you trying to say that the failed prototype in your hand is the good one?" The words mass production and empty shell deeply hurt the dwarf Hawkins. He pointed at the red spear behind Marika, his voice hoarse.

"I made it. It's just a branch, but it has a ridiculous dream of burning."

"It wants to burn, and it burns." Marika took off the spear, and when the red faded, a branch-like spear appeared.

If this spear is thrown into Gungnir, no one will recognize it.

Although the appearance is almost the same, it does not have the ability to cast a fatal shot. This is a wooden spear that wants to burn, and its interior can no longer accommodate any expectations.

"Shouldn't dwarves be a race that forges weapons casually? Why do you call it a failed prototype? Aren't you proud of this miracle gun?"

"If it was forged with the lives of the tribe as a threat, full of panic and prayers, and carrying the hopes of the tribe, I would only hate it." The dwarf Hawkins raised his hands, which were made of bimetal, and could no longer feel the hands of metal rebirth.

"You are a fallen dwarf like me."

"I gave up forging a unique life, and you betrayed your bloodline."

"Bloodline?" Marika tapped her shoulder with her spear, and the warmth of the smile on her face was hard to match even the flames in the furnace.

"Who am I? The path I want to take is up to me."

Marika and the dwarf Hawkins parted unhappily. It was Marika who left the workshop to explore Asgard, and it was the dwarf Hawkins who was unhappy.

He sat alone in the corner of the workshop, lonely. He knew that he had said too much, and between the lines there was a accusation that Marika did not choose to become an excellent blacksmith.

But this is an old problem of dwarves, and dwarves are not good at education at all.

When dwarves forge iron, they can always easily change the shape of the iron block, and casually give the new metal a variety of properties. And Marika is like a stubborn piece of iron, no matter how it is hit, it will find its own shape.

He subconsciously wanted to correct it, but it was just that his hands were numb from the shock.

It is hard to imagine how much this little girl who inherited the stubbornness of the dwarves and did not choose the dwarf's job had to go through to achieve what she has today.

It must be an unimaginable setback. No matter who it is, she will associate her red hair with dwarves, and then wonder, question, and then... propose a more suitable option.

Even so, she persisted and grew up to the point where seeing her red hair, she could no longer associate it with the word dwarf.

"No wonder she can pick up my gun, it's really a piece of... good steel."

The dwarf Hawkins looked at the metal hand in his hand and smiled helplessly. In the dim workshop, the headless dwarves' bodies were extremely stiff and knocked on the branches, turning the materials full of possibilities into mass-produced, soulless shells.

Under the hammer of the dwarf, whether it is weapons, armor, or even kitchen utensils and farm tools, they should be unique, but these Gungnir are exactly the same from head to toe.

[Gungnir] is a complete work worthy of pride, a meteor that responds to wishes. But Gungnir is just an empty shell, implanted with a command, and uses this command as a puppet for everything.

Poor, stillborn children.

The dwarf Hawkins subconsciously wanted to touch the furnace, but the rising flames made his metal body smoke. Even if his wisdom was not taken away, he would never be able to sing in the flames again to celebrate the birth of life.

…

West of Asgard.

Because she could not judge the direction at all, Marika arbitrarily planned her location to the west of the city and carved an extremely huge word "west" on the ground with a spear.

As for why she carved it to confirm that the current location was the west, because if she set out from other directions, she would always encounter one thing, that is, [Next, she will go to the west of the city].

It sounds like she is going to the west, which means to die.

This is also one of the cultures brought by foreigners. They often shout that they want to send someone who angers them to the west. Even a fool can hear that this means to kill that person.

Marika is willing to believe in this mysterious thing.

After removing the most unlucky direction, it is how to explore this place. If the second-generation Cyclops is killed in battle, it will cause the second-generation Cyclops to enter a place called [Hall of Valor] and be resurrected in an immortal state, so she must first destroy the Hall of Valor.

"The magnificent palace..."

Marika jumped onto the roof and looked at the castle in the middle. That was where the second-generation Cyclops was, and then the palace covered with gray dust below was next.

The heroic soldiers who attacked her and transported Gungnir were talking and laughing towards the palace.