My Quiet Blacksmith Life In Another World Manga Novels & Stories

Surely she could survive this new world. But deep down, she knew one thing: her past wasn’t finished with her. And whatever shadows had followed her into the city were already plotting their next move. A faint noise from the garden made her turn. It's just a flicker of movement, too quick to identify. Her pulse quickened. “They’re close,” she whispered. Mike’s eyes met hers. “And they’re not waiting.” Outside, the city shone like gold and glass, alive and indifferent. But in its streets and alleys, hidden among the lights, something moved. Watching. —END OF CHAPTER 2— A flicker in the garden caught Clara’s eye. “They’re close,” she whispered.

" I immediately run towards her, and I was about to push her... But... It's too late. I found our body lying on the road with blood. I tried to reach out her hand even though I cant hardly move my body and my eyes are getting blurry. "J...J...Joy... Joy... Wake...up. Wake up. Joy... Wake up." I shed tears. I keep patting her hands, but she's not responding to me anymore. My eyes are getting blurry that I want to close my eyes now. However, before I could close my eyes, I saw... The door of the car opened. From inside a woman come out. I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

“Yeah, this would barely cut bread. Have someone to fix it.” Next up was the bows and arrows. I flick through a quiver, pulling out an arrow, The fletching of the first one I picked flapped like a bird with a broken wing. I hold it up to the blacksmith who’s tagging along with us. “This’ll go flying sideways if someone tries to shoot it.” He nodded and grabs it from me. “Yeah, I’ll sort it,” he said promptly. The whole place is full of clanging sounds and a background grumbling and the weird kind of quiet that only happens when everyone knows what they’re doing.

The air inside the lower forges was a sweltering suffocating wall of sulfur, coal smoke, and radiating thermal heat. Down here, deep within the subterranean roots of the Obsidian Hold, the rhythmic thud of heavy iron hammers striking anvils echoed like a frantic metallic heartbeat. But as Silas and I stepped off the stone lift, the sweating blacksmiths and forge masters immediately ceased their labor, dropping heavily to their knees on the soot-stained floor.

The villagers didn’t scream, they didn’t scatter, they stepped back. All at once. Like they had been waiting for that exact moment. My heart stuttered as I turned and saw it fully for the first time. it unfolded out of the doorway like something forced into the wrong shape. Too long in places. Too thing in others. Its limbs dragged for half a second before correcting as if remembering, too late, how they were meant to move. Firelight caught along its skin, and for a heartbeat I saw what it had been. Human. The outline was still there. the structure. But everything else had shifted, stretched, pulled into something that didn’t belong in the world I understood.

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She stood up, her silver blades reflecting the starlight, and began to walk toward the new forest. ​The war of the Alpha and the Billionaire was over. The age of the Ash-Born had begun. And as the golden leaves of the "Black Bloom" rustled in the wind, the city of Neo-Tokyo didn't sound like a machine anymore. It sounded like a song, a long, complicated, beautiful anthem of a world that had finally learned how to breathe on its own.

The rabbit-clan continuation task is already complete. Its voice was unusually urgent. [As long as the wolf and fox heirs are born, you may still return to your original world. There is no need to take this risk.] Ever since I became pregnant with Rowan’s child, the system had been pleading with me every day. Again and again. I had already given birth thirteen times in this world. After every birth, the system would go dormant for a while, drained by the energy it had expended. At first, I had not been completely sure.

Dark hair, fine features, and eyes that changed from blue to green. Andrew. Oh thank heaven. Everything would be fine now. "We called them right after we called you." Cool fingers gently examined her throat. She whimpered at the pain, swatted weakly at the hand with her own. Then the world went dark again.

Sweat ran down the back of my neck. The blacksmith was completely bald, but with a huge walrus moustache. He wore a heavy leather apron that made him look like he had nothing on underneath. I desperately hoped that wasn’t the case. He ignored me and continued to bang away — Pang! Pang! Pang! — red sparks flying in every direction. The hammer could have been borrowed from Thor. He picked a glowing object off the anvil with large pincers and plunged it in a bucket of water. Steam shot into the air. “What is it?” he finally said without looking at me.