‘This is why the fact that I’m 'that' Weed should not be known.’
The accumulated reputation Weed gained back in CoM was huge.
Due to the tremendous widespread of him name by the stations, he was revered by the adventurers and regular users alike on the Versailles Continent.
As a result, he was the target of many people.
The Jeonshin Weed’s killer.
A glorious title.
Along with the people with grudges back in the days of CoM, a huge number of them who are high-level users on the Versailles Continent haven been constantly grinding their axes contemplating the day.
He must not be recognized; for these people have scattered about, lying in waits to have the honor of intercepting Weed.
To make matter worse, Information Guild, Assassin Guild, Dark Gamer Guild, etc. made a lot of attempts to find his location as well as his (ingame) identity.
As long as they know who he was, hundreds of Rankers would swarm him and challenges him as soon as tomorrow.
Even large, prestigious Guilds would trample one another trying to get at him.
Assiduously with the logic of power in mind, a rather simple way to increase the guild's influence was to hold that title. While not on the same level as the famed adventures of chasing after the presence of myths or legends; but all in all, to maximize the guild’s strength, Weed was a good prey.
With the Invicible Gambler, the God of War and such titles following him, he was at risk as he walked on such thin ice.
On the subject of Royal Road, while the game poses as enjoyment for many others, this was Weed's livelihood.
‘Without this, warmth and a full belly isn't possible. All these weak guys wouldn’t mind ratting out a person like me for all the food to survive. There’s no such person who is sweet, naïve, and modest.’
Then, a girl raised her hand.
“Sir.”
“Yes?”
“I want to align new attire…a Robe that’s trendy and fit me perfectly. Also, if you could, I’d like to have high Magic Defense.”
Although a bit reluctant, the girl placed an order.
He sifted through his backpack to look for the mats.
He had already memorized the kind of mats he has as well as the amount of quantity, but he wanted to confirm it at least once more before doing anything.
“I have Strong Pegasus Leather, as well as Strong Unicorn Leather. And I also have Premium Vampire Leather. Note that if you decide to pick this type, I’d charge you a bit more for repair charges.”
“The premium leather?”
“Yes, the leather that the Vampire uses. I could dismantle the cape again and gain the mats to create the garment. A short enough skirt can lose out on Defense, would you like me to make a tight fit that runs along the curvatures of your body?”
The new skill he obtained upon reaching Intermediate level 2 of Sewing, Raw Material Extraction!
Recycling from clothing that have already been made, he could essentially create new items through this skill.
Making good items from older items was a high gamble though; but being able to make more diverse items as well being able to correct it with all the necessities, the skill's advantages was not a small matter.
Weed continued ahead without stopping.
“The prices are subjected to the materials. And I charge 10 Gold per hour for the labor fee.”
Weed’s proposed price of labor was sufficient enough to cause rejection from the users.
From the rear of the crowd, one person bluntly protested.
“If it’s 10 Gold then that's too expensive. Don’t you know that the Sewing prices from all over are cheaper in comparison, you complete crook.”
Though it had a tone of cynicism, it incurred the responses of other users.
“That right. He did that and became a Murderer.”
“I know right. Having no decency like a crooked taxi driver.”
For a skilled tailor, receiving 10 Gold per hour price wasn’t something so expensive.
Because comparing to the vocational profession, others could hunt for even more money during that same while.
However, due to the excessive competition of the blue-collar workers, as well as the decline of the delivery of goods, it was uncommon for a person to request that price.
The people who crowded around Weed began to lose interest and were starting to disband.
Weed then spoke.
“My Sewing Skill is Intermediate, Blacksmithing Skill's Intermediate, and my Handicraft Skill is on the Advanced level. Whatever item it is, I will make them to the best of their ability. Believe and please leave it to me.”
The reaction from those people changed at once.
“Intermediate Sewing, Intermediate Blackmithing, Advanced Handicraft? Did the Versailles Continent ever have a user like that?”
“That’s impossible, it’s a ridiculous combination.”
“Maybe he’s a person who sits all day in a cave just to increase his manufacturing skills?”
“If you look at the equipment he’s wearing, its level seems a bit low. I don’t think he’s a user of the blue-collar job who reached the Advanced stages of the Handicraft skill yet…”
“Then, the stature of his craftsmanship is unknown. He’s a scam artist, an impostor.”
“By the way, his name’s Weed. No way, could he be the Sculptor Weed?”
Weed’s name has been openly revealed in red. Murderers are unable to hide their names as it is a forced exposure.
“If he’s that Sculptor Weed, then he’s that famous user who is the Lord of Morata, similar to that of an Earl?”
“Weed was the said user who overstepped the Intermediate stages of the Sculpturing Skill long ago. That means he's just returned from his trip to the Kingdom of Vampires Todoom…”
“He must have returned just now!”
“Morata’s Lord is back!”
The Sculptor Weed’s name had significant recognition across the Versailles Continent.
At least, everybody in Morata knew he was its peculiar Lord.
“No wonder the Freya Paladins didn’t attack him…”
“And the residents too, were amicable even when seeing a Murderer.”
The space between Weed and Morata’s inhabitants was very small.
A result of the power of Reputation on the Versailles Continent!
The users with all their completely uncoiled doubts rushed together.
“Please make me the Robe!”
The girl from a while before, followed by the lot of denizens.
“Me too. Please make me a pair of Boots. Is it possible to grant it Options? Boots that is as light as possible.”
“I’d hope you can make a coat…for Warrior that is. Something that can be worn over the armor, please produce a good fit for me.”
It was still rare for a user to attain Intermediate Sewing, even with Morata’s expedition on Tailoring. Because of that, most of the items the users obtained were through hunting or were things they bartered for by trading necessary items.
Since a user with Intermediate level in Blacksmith and Sewing appeared, they swarmed together with their own Advanced materials.
Furthermore, the user’s Handicraft Skill attained the Advanced level, this was something they couldn't fathom.
“For me, a Sword.”
“I need a Shield that protects, could you make it?”
The users’ ordered goods were very diverse, the mats Weed saved up from Todoom ended up selling as manufactured goods.
***
“Excuses me…I understand you are a Sculptor.”
A male user approached.
“That’s right.”
Weed replied as he beats the hammer. It had just turned the evening, so he didn’t see to too many customers.
In contrast, during the morning and in the afternoon, he was manufacturing ordered goods without a single break.
“Could you carve me a bouquet of flowers for commemoration? For my girlfriend?”
“……”
It was a prime time for him to make money, so Weed wasn’t very enthused.
“I have orders backed up at the moment; I might finish with them some time tomorrow evening…”
Noticing a sign of discomfort coming from Weed, the user held out an item.
“This is Pure Iron. I’ll pay for the fee along with this here.”
Pure Iron!
Compare to the Common Iron, this has higher intensity of iron packed in.
Weed suddenly clasped the man’s hand.
“I’ll make it!”
“……”
The Sculptor class really isn’t one to rely on to make living.
Since the fee for the work is really cheap in comparison to anything else, any tip that come with an order is something they cannot refuse.
‘I'm used to using the Sculpturing skill anyway, this'll just a bit and I’m done.’
As usual, he took out a piece of wood and began to carving a flower.
Since he manufactured so many floral merchandise in the past; the output would still result to something desirable even if he had kept his eyes closed.
But soon after he had activated the Sculpturing Skill, whispers from unknown beings could be heard.
-Please sculpt me.
-Carve us!
-Human sculptor, I’m sure you’re able to do it.
-I say hurry and sculpt us!
Ever since attaining the level 5 in the Advanced stages of Sculpturing, he could hear the voices of these unknown presence without fail.
Not only can they be heard, they can impart themselves.
-If you do not free us…
-If you are not willing to give life to us…
-It would be better off for this fool of a Sculptor to die.
Weed’s body suddenly went ablaze.
His whole body caught on fire and roaring of the flames ensued.
This happened in the center of the square, at midnight in Morata.
Received the Curse of Fire.
Will sustain continuous Fire damage.
All Durability of worn good will deteriorate quickly.
While his body was burning, Weed’s Health was defusing out of him at a rate of 300HP per second.
The wood he was carving also caught on fire without a moment of delay.
“Stone Skin!”
Weed reflexively used his protection skill, and the decline of his HP decreased by 65%.
“Waah! Look at him.”
“That’s cool.”
“How’s he doing that?”
Morata’ square got nosier again.
Thanks to the spectacle that is Weed!
“Bright.”
“He’s beautifully on fire.”
The number of users watching Weed as he burns was quite large. But of course, there were well meaning Clerics there too.
Noticing something bad had happened, the Clerics simultaneously casts treatment and curse remov