CH211

…I can’t sleep.

<That’s because there’s too much on your minds.>

Want to sing me a lullaby or something then? Help put me at ease?

<No.>

Lame.

<I’m happy to talk if you want you know.> His god said with a sigh. <Or you could talk to any of the mortals you spend time with, it’s not like they won’t understand or try to help.>

It’s fine, it’s just hard to believe how much time has passed is all. Two years flew by.

<It’s okay to struggle with it, nobody expects it to be easy for you.>

Thanks, but really, don’t worry. I just need to distract myself for a while, it’s been a long few weeks.

He looked to the container he had placed beside Fredrick, the only thing ensuring Inux’s soul stayed bound to the world while he got to figure out how to rebuild his enchantments from scratch, maybe needing to make him a new body in the process. Pelenia had said they would store the talos’s body and Ben was pretty sure it wouldn’t decay, but that didn’t mean he would be able to just reattach everything if he ever became a good enough craftsman.

Still, one thing to worry about at a time.

The sun would be up soon and he could tell he wouldn’t be getting any rest, so instead he went to the shop. Even if it wouldn’t be open for customers, he could at least chip away at his training.

He had an idea for leveling his current job, but that meant first ignoring his enchanting to focus on his crafting, making a variety of shields, swords, and spears before anything else, giving him plenty to practice on when focusing on his target skill. Once he got them all he pulled out all of his skill rings and a notepad to record the results before throwing himself into his task.

Starting with a spear, he began placing enchantments on it, the exact same way he’d done when he’d made his knife, only at a higher level thanks to his skills improving while at the same time adding the space enchantment his knife lacked, making it so any injury it caused would collapse around the blade to inflict more damage. It was only as he’d finished that the spearhead cracked and turned to dust in much the same way he’d expected it would.

It was nothing too shocking, in fact he’d expected the result. Though his enchanting had improved since he’d made the knife, he was now working with higher level skills on top of trying to add more, all the while not doing the one thing that made his knife possible. He hadn’t designed the spear to handle any specific enchantments when he’d made it.

As wasteful as it was he had his reasons for it, he wanted to see just what he could accomplish on a standard item. He thought he had a pretty good sense of roughly what he could add to something without breaking it by this point, but it was good to experiment, to see if different configurations would leave him able to get away with more than he currently could.

With that in mind, he grabbed his next spear, identical to the first in every way and began applying the same enchantments, but modified the way he was doing it, basing it off of one of the items he’d seen in Anailia. Instead of placing all of the enchantments on the spearhead, he began on the handle, building them up there for the most part while having tendrils extend to the head where they would display their effects. While it wouldn’t be as powerful as it would if he placed all of them in that one area, the added stability would more than make up for it.

At least that was the idea, but as opposed to the last one where the head shattered to dust, leaving nothing but a handle, this one left the head as the handle crumbled.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Hmm, maybe that would have worked a bit better if I’d made a metal pole instead of a wooden one. Oh well, I can just fit the two leftovers together before moving on to the next option.

He still had plenty of tools to make after all, and with Falk gone for a while, he had nothing to do but practice.