In order to restore the art stats that had been consumed, Weed began working in Kuruso.
‘The fastest way to get art stats is through making handicrafts.’
A successful sculpture could earn him a lot of art stats.
Though it was a simple method in theory, the probability of success was low.
Since there was a limit to the techniques Weed could express with imagination, continuously making a successful sculpture was difficult.
Comparatively, jewelry handicrafts raised the art stat by 1 or 2 points, so it was good for replenishing. Although it took 10 works to raise the stat once, he had the perfect aptitude for doing these kinds of depressing jobs.
“The law is that grinding doesn’t lie. There’s nothing I’m more thankful to than grinding.”
In addition, videos of Kendellev’s Water Park for Children were being uploaded in Royal Road forums. Dwarven users had competitively put up their videos as quickly as they could.
Until then, Kuruso had existed so secretly that even amongst the Dwarves, there were only a few people who knew of it. However, after images of Dwarves enjoying the water park were published, the veil of secrecy was torn off.
As the number of interested people grew, the path to Kuruso was published and done with.
“We’re here!”
“WOW! This is the Dwarven Kingdom.”
More Humans and Elves came and found it, and the number of users in Kuruso increased by over 5-fold.
The sculptures of the newcomer Dwarves!
The sculptures they had acquired from above ground through one quest or another found their way to Weed.
“Art Hand-nim, I heard you can evaluate sculptures.”
“Yeah. Although I don’t do this for just any object… But since I have some time, I’ll appraise it for you.”
“Thank you!”
Even in Kuruso, where the best craftsmen had gathered, Art Hand was the most outstanding Sculptor.
The Battle in Shaspin Cave, and the victory against Death Hand!
There were Dwarven Soldiers and Warriors who gabbered in the taverns about the sculpting quests that had occurred in Kuruso, and Art Hand’s legend reached the ears of the newcomers through their gossip.
Weed, who was passing himself off as Art Hand, was gathering sculptures.
“Identify.”
– The Repentant Bird
A clay pigeon meditating on one leg.
Made by a nameless, obscure sculptor.
Although this is sculpture made with a remarkably polished skill and is a superior depiction, the meaning intended for this sculpture cannot be discerned.
Artistic Value: 30
– You have appreciated this work and your Art stat has risen by 1.
To gain Art stats through identification!
Whether they were drawings, famous swords, or even legendary armor dressers, they earned him a little Art stat.
‘The Art stat seems to be different from the other stats.’
Whenever he made a living sculpture or used a skill, the Art stat was consumed. However, when he was raising it again, there was a force of restoration, that gave him the feeling that the stat was a little easier to raise than others.
Albeit challenging to regain the Art stat by identifying sculptures alone, his Art stats rose twice as fast after he activated Eternal Sculpture.
[T/N: Weed is talking about the title he’s using.]
Even just by sewing with good material, his Art stat would rise. When he made anything from Blacksmithing, Art stats also increased.
‘Still, it’s not a method I can use often.’
As indicated by its name, restoring force really recovered stats quickly!
If he only consumed the Art stat and didn’t rebuild it, he wouldn’t be able to reach a higher level.
In order to restore his Art stat, Weed met with a lot of Dwarves in Kuruso.
“Art Hand, would you like a beer? I’m buying.”
“Have you perhaps joined a guild?”
There were guilds that approached him to recruit a sculptor.
Weed refused them each time.
One day, Herman who was watching the scene, said in a courteous tone.
“It would be nice if you joined our guild. Production class, eh! Though you aren’t in a production profession. Anyway, for people like us, who have crafting professions, it’s comfortable to be in a guild.”
“I know that too.”
“Then is there a special reason why you are not in a guild?”
He was caught with remorse over the fact that he was a Dark Gamer. Even when he was playing the Continent of Magic, he had always acted alone, so getting fenced in by a guild was a burden for him.
Herman’s eyes twinkled as he laughed.
“You seem to have circumstances you can’t talk about. But just because you’re in a guild doesn’t mean everyone is going to want to know your life story.”
“…”