Repair Hammer Oblivion Novels & Stories

“I don’t understand” Hector squats in front of Loyalty and takes the ring from her hand. “Amory, it means because a love like ours is just as rare. Titanium is a virtually indestructible metal once it’s set, while blue diamonds are the rarest diamonds to find, and so are pink sapphires”, he explains to her. “Oh”, she says quietly as she takes the ring back from him and begins crying in Nina’s arms again.

Crash. "Dad!" Harper screamed. The mercenary laughed. "Give me the drive, and maybe I won't snap your neck." Sebastian tried to aim, but Harper was in the way. "Harper, drop!" She couldn't. The man was holding her too tight. Her hand brushed against the table. Her fingers closed around cold, heavy steel. The Rolling Pin. (The Key). She didn't think. She didn't calculate. She channeled all her rage—for her mother, for Sebastian, for her dad lying in the porcelain shards.

Meeting Damian at the portal of the fifth floor after his specialisation quest, Zen noticed how the cyborg was already working on his gear. “Is that something from your quest?” Zen pointed at a gauntlet Damian was wearing. “This?” the purple-eyed teen raised his left arm. “I made it after finishing the specialisation because you took too long. After getting materials from the others, the blacksmith allowed me to borrow his workshop. It’s built from dismantling the magic wand the specialist NPC gave me with additional crafting ingredients for the buff. How does it look? It’s more efficient than waving a stick. I haven’t had time to create pre-casted magic circles into this, so it’s merely a p

I snarled, glaring daggers at him. His pleas did nothing to me. Instead, they fueled the drive in me to ruin him. “We’re going to play a little game.” I grinned, picking up the hammer and inspecting its body. It had the la falchi logo on it. “I’ll imagine your hand as a wood with an invisible nail that has to be hammered in ten times. If you make a noise, you lose, and if you lose, I start all over again. If you don’t make a noise, you win.”

My heart hammered against my ribs—one hundred and two beats. "A defect," I managed. My throat felt lined with glass. Damian didn't come to comfort me. He didn't ask if I was alright. He walked to the vanity and unrolled a small, weighted leather pouch. Inside was a set of precision tools and a slim, obsidian blade no longer than my middle finger. He pulled a whetstone from the kit. The rhythmic shirr-shirr of stone on glass filled the room—a cold, predatory sound that set my teeth on edge.

The locomotive slammed into the junction, the iron anvil at its front lining up perfectly with the central switching plate where I knelt. I threw myself backward into the gravel exactly as Cord swung his hammer down with the full, terrifying strength of a man who had spent his life shaping the world. WHAM. The hammer struck the anvil. The anvil struck the plate. And the deep forge finally found its rhythm.

"Watch the hammers! They aren't just heavy they delete the floor!" "Then we take off their hands!" Jax bellowed. The Revers President didn't back down. He slid on his knees through the slick, black fluid coating the deck, ducking under a horizontal swing of a gravity-hammer. As the hammer passed over his head, Jax drove his gear-axe upward, the Origin-Code biting cleanly through the oxidized iron of the mech's wrist joint. The heavy, singularity-laced hammer severed, hitting the floor and immediately compacting the mech's own severed hand into nothingness.

He exhaled once and confirmed the purchase. The silver vanished. The forge activated. Decision made. The difference wasn’t obvious at first, but it settled in quickly. The tools felt balanced in his hands. The layout made intuitive sense. Even the interface responded more cleanly, as though it expected competence rather than guesswork. Riley picked up the hammer, feeling its weight settle firmly into his grip—heavier than he expected, but steady. Forge Hammer Equipped +10% Success Rate He ran the numbers automatically. Twenty percent total. Then he adjusted his thinking. He was still a level one forger, which meant this was going to hurt.

The hammer glanced off my thumb with a solid, blinding thud. “Sonofab**ch!” I dropped it and shook my hand hard, then held it up to survey the damage. Harrison leaned over for a look and gave a low whistle. “You got it good. I’d bet money that thumbnail falls right off.” “Wonderful,” I muttered, and bent to retrieve the hammer. As I straightened, I heard a scream. Muffled, coming from somewhere inside the house. I would have missed it entirely if I hadn’t dropped the hammer — and Harrison with it, which had brought both of us to a stop at exactly the right moment. I looked at him.

"It's over!" Isla guessed what the man with the hammer was going to do, and her heart immediately went cold. Seeing this scene, Hunter's face turned pale with fear. He knew that the Maserati's glass had been changed. It could be bullet-proof, but it couldn't withstand the hammer's strikes! Even if it could withstand one or two strikes, it couldn't withstand the big hammer's thump. Not to mention the glass, even the iron sheets couldn't withstand it so much.