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“Is that a problem?” Thera asked him. “I mean, I know that would be hard for other people but you’ve succeeded in that before.”

She wasn’t seeing the issue that was making his knuckles crack from how hard he was squeezing his fists, none of them were. He’d made high-legendary items before, even if only a few, but a task like that seemed well within the realm of possibility for him if not for one thing. What the specific phrasing of those instructions meant and the fact that of all of the craftsmen in the world, they would have only been put there to get in his way alone.

Only the skills found within your soul.

An instruction that was basically outright saying they wouldn’t accept results if he enchanted anything with the help of his deep connection. An instruction that couldn’t have been placed more than five years ago considering how recently his god had created the skill and one he doubted had been added before he’d first started to express interest in taking on that tower, blocking off one of his key abilities in a challenge that basically demanded it.

Why?

Why was every god in the world constantly finding some new method to get in his way no matter what he did for the world and how he’d compromise for them. Was it so obvious that he was going to breeze through the rest of that tower that they had to make sure he’d fall right at the end or did someone just want to spit in his face and found that to be the funniest way to do it? On the very last floor, did the gods of the world get a kick out of taking a challenge he was sure he could overcome and dropping his odds down to nothing with just a couple extra words?

Because that was the real issue there, one he couldn’t escape. He’d been making legendary items for a while now and even a few high legendaries as well, but he’d never once reached that upper ranking using nothing but the skills he’d grown within his own soul.

He didn’t even know if he could. His greatest strength was the variety he could access, something that not even the other connect holders had reached, let alone the other enchanters of the world, but when it came to the abilities he’d cultivated within himself, did he have enough that he could achieve the highest mortal level of craft?

He had fifty-five skills total, eighteen of them were awakened and seven he was a contender for but items of that ranking were normally the realm of the third tiers. It was why his teacher had told him when he’d first started learning that people who could reach that level appeared once a millennium. He was sure he had what it took to reach the lower or middle parts of that spectrum but to get to the top…

No. He told himself. I can make legendary items already by myself, by that very fact I am a once in a millennium talent. I can enchant as good as a third tier and of the skills I hold, I’m a master of most of them. It doesn’t matter if the gods wanted to try to screw me over with this once more or if they have some other reason for doing this, all that matters is finishing this tower and putting them in their place. Twelve hours? That might as well be years to plan this out. I have all of the time in the world.

He just needed to decide what item to make and what enchantments to put on it and with his rage already pushing him in one specific direction, all that mattered was refining it as he took a seat on the ground and brought his thought speed to its maximum, retreating into himself for what plans he could make.

Three hours later he opened his eyes and jutted up, his first sign of movement in that time that caught the attention of the others as he finally got started, pulling the homunculi out of his rings and filling each one with his soul for the task ahead.

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Since the other part of that floor’s instructions said he could use whatever materials he could access he wasn’t shy about pulling from his rings as the tables around him filled with magic materials while others went right to the forge, heating some up for future use while others were divided under his magic for later.