Ironback Centipede swung the Level 9 Forge beside Clinton, laughing as he said,
"This thing? In Fortress, pretty much everyone has one—it's not that rare."
"It's heavy enough, and smashing people with it feels amazing!"
Ironback Centipede adored his Level 9 Forge. For a Spellbeast like him, with both a strong physique and powerful mana, there was simply no better weapon.
Clinton stood there, completely dumbfounded.
A Level 9 Forge.
One of the rarest treasures across all major galaxies, with fewer than a handful in existence—
And here in Fortress, everyone had one?
What kind of insane background did this Fortress have?!
Or… had he just been sealed for so long that the entire universe had changed without him realizing it?
Even so—using such a high-tier artifact as a blunt weapon?
These people… something is seriously wrong with their heads!
Seeing Ironback Centipede being so friendly toward Clinton, Velen found himself a little surprised.
