Chapter 105

Chapter 106: Your Grandpa’s Gotten Himself All Kinds of OP, Yo! (Second Update for Subscriptions!)

“Orario’s got potion-makers, magical artifact crafters, magicians, curse item makers… so many side-jobs under the magic category. One more enchanter like me shouldn’t be that shocking, right?”

Inside Finn’s office at Loki Familia headquarters, Ize Alward was explaining his situation to the three bigwigs and the goddess with an infuriatingly smug yet matter-of-fact tone.

Having confirmed he could enchant weapons, the next step was obviously to consult with the higher-ups in his faction. After all, handling something this massive alone would be tough. With Loki Familia’s connections and influence, they could rapidly promote a new type of weapon—like magic swords—in no time.

And these weapons would become exclusive trademarks of both Loki Familia and Ize Alward himself. After all, he was the only one in the world who could do it; no need to even file a patent!

“Kid, if you keep being such a smartass, I’ll throw you off the Central Tower!” Loki snapped, her thoughts interrupted by his antics.

A brand-new cake with no competition had been placed before them by Ize. Loki and the others were still processing the sheer amount of information. Meanwhile, Ize stood there acting as if none of this concerned him, clearly expecting them to handle everything except crafting the weapons. Just like that Soma guy who only cared about brewing alcohol but still had the clout to get away with it.

Geez, so irritating!

“You try throwing me, see if I break,” Ize taunted, hands on his hips and head held high, looking utterly confident. Loki barely restrained herself from unleashing her primal fury.

“Alright, Ize, can you demonstrate what you’re talking about?” Finn leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers steepled under his chin, his expression serious. Before him lay a silver-gray spear—a spare weapon he’d custom-ordered long ago, costing nearly a small fortune in Valis. But after acquiring better materials from the Dungeon, he’d saved up again and forged the Spear of Command, relegating the spare to storage.

Though years had passed, Finn knew it well. Now, however, intricate, ethereal patterns shimmered across its surface—not carved by human hands but seemingly born naturally. They glowed faintly, and upon inspection, the spear’s strength had undoubtedly reached the level of top-tier adventurer gear, far surpassing its original form. It was akin to upgrading from a modest sum to multiple fortunes—all through a single spell and some effort.

“Sure thing, if we’ve got any weapons lying around…” Ize shrugged, glancing around the room. Other than Finn’s spear, nothing else seemed available.

“Hmm…”

Riviria and Gress exchanged puzzled looks, equally stumped.

“Cough…hold on…” Finn coughed awkwardly, opening his desk drawer to pull out a bell adorned with fancy ribbons and a bright red handle. He gave it a gentle ring, and instantly, the sound echoed through the building.

Within seconds, rapid footsteps approached, followed by a loud bang as the door burst open.

“—Did you call for me, Leader!?”

Tione appeared, beaming brightly. Finn gestured casually. “Could you fetch two similar-quality weapons from the warehouse? Longswords or daggers will do.”

“Leave it to me!!”

In a flash, Tione disappeared. The rest of the room remained silent, staring at the still-open door she’d left behind.

“This is convenient,” Gress muttered eventually, eyeing the bell that summoned their Amazonian sister with just a shake.

“Heh…yeah…” Finn chuckled nervously.

First-tier adventurers were fast indeed. Less than a minute later, Tione reappeared holding two daggers.

“Leader! Here are your weapons!”

“Thank you, Tione. No need to leave—since you’re here anyway, you might as well stay and listen.”

“Okay~ Thanks, Leader!!”

Tione, initially planning to retreat upon realizing the meeting involved important figures, happily stayed put when invited by Finn.

“Ize…”

“Yeah, I’ll show you.” Without waiting for further instruction, Ize picked up one of the daggers and began chanting magical runes. A soft azure glow filled the room briefly before fading.

The dagger now bore mysterious markings, glowing faintly—a sign of successful enchantment.

“Is that it?”

From behind Finn, Loki peeked out, expecting some grand spectacle or dazzling magic circle but instead saw a rather mundane process. She wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“What did you expect?”

Ize retorted, handing the dagger to Finn. Loki fell silent.

“Is this stage two enchanting, Ize?”

The Halfling Tribe Leader compared the enchanted and unenchanted daggers, analyzing their differences. Earlier, Ize had explained the three stages of enchanting.

“Yep, second stage—quality enchantment. Good enough for a demo.”

“This is truly…”

Finn couldn’t help but marvel. In mere seconds, he witnessed a weapon transform dramatically. The enchanted dagger carried a palpable sharpness, and when lightly tapped against the other, it easily nicked its counterpart.

So this was enchanting…

What would happen if applied to first-tier adventurer gear?

“If what Ize says pans out, our current weapon stock might not sustain such immense demand.”

Riviria voiced her concerns, observing Finn’s comparison.

“We should collaborate with other Familias… preferably those specializing in forging.”

“Stop beating around the bush. Just say Heph’s Familia already.”

Loki rolled her eyes. By “Heph,” she meant Goddess Hephaestus. Relations between Gubernue Familia, Hephaestus Familia, and Loki Familia were amicable, with their deities even drinking buddies.

Hephaestus Familia catered to mass markets, producing weapons wholesale for customers in Orario. Gubernue Familia, smaller in scale, focused on custom orders.

To introduce enchanted weapons into the market, partnering with Hephaestus Familia made perfect sense. They’d supply sample weapons, Ize would enchant them, while business negotiations, pricing, and transactions would fall to Loki and the leaders.

Finally, they could discuss selling enchanted weapons directly in Hephaestus Familia’s stores—the ideal promotional strategy.