Imprisoned for a Trillion Years, I Was Worshipped by All Gods!

Some villagers were already calling Daniel the next blacksmith of Tuck Village.

Over the past two weeks, this idea had been suggested more than once.

Each time, Daniel politely declined with a smile.

Old Flinn could only sigh in regret that Daniel had no interest in learning from him.

"Brother Daniel, please help me! My brother needs to go into the mountains to chop firewood, and without this knife, we'll run out of firewood tomorrow…"

The little girl clung to Daniel's arm, her pleading eyes leaving him no room to refuse.

"Fine, fine. But once the knife is done, take it straight to your brother," Daniel relented.

"Okay! Thank you, Brother Daniel!"

The little girl said sweetly.

Daniel then lit the forge and began working.

One hand operated the bellows while the other placed the firewood knife into the furnace.

Before long, he retrieved the red-hot blade and set it on the platform.

With a hammer in hand, Daniel struck the glowing knife.

Clang!

A crisp sound echoed.

The rhythmic hammering filled the air.

At that moment, Daniel's entire being seemed to merge with the hammer in his hand, his movements fluid and harmonious.

The little girl stood by, watching in awe, completely mesmerized.

When Daniel finally finished and handed the newly forged knife to her, it was as if she awoke from a dream.

She hadn't even noticed the cold gleam emanating from the blade.

"All done. Go take it to your brother now," Daniel said, wrapping the knife and handing it to her.

The little girl hugged the knife and prepared to leave, but just then, a young man approached.

"What's going on? Why haven't you brought the knife inside yet?"

The young man was the girl's brother.

"Brother, the knife is ready. I had Brother Daniel forge it for us," she explained.

The young man looked at Daniel in confusion, seemingly unable to believe that the knife had been made by him.

Daniel, meanwhile, was already seated, reading a book.

The young man hesitated, clearly skeptical.

He knew Daniel had been staying with old Flinn for some time now, but forging? That seemed like a stretch.

Though some villagers had speculated that Daniel might be Flinn's successor, both Daniel and Flinn had denied it every time.

So how could Daniel have forged the knife?

The young man gave his sister a doubtful look before unwrapping the knife.

The moment he saw the blade, his eyes lit up.

He could immediately tell this was no ordinary knife.

No—it was far superior to anything he'd ever used before.

Looking back at Daniel, the young man's gaze grew complicated.

He couldn't fathom how Daniel's forging skills could be this extraordinary.

This knife…

It was unlike anything he'd ever seen.

Though he seemed to want to ask something, he ultimately left with his sister without saying a word.

Daniel set down his book and watched the young man's retreating figure.

He could sense something unusual about him—something that set him apart from the other villagers.

Perhaps this young man was a product of the "training" the strange visitor had introduced to the village.

"Seems like there's nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe he's just a well-meaning mage," Daniel murmured to himself.

He had no intention of interacting with the mysterious individual in the village. Enjoy new stories from My Virtual Library Empire

Once he fully familiarized himself with the language and writing of this era, he planned to leave and move on.

As evening approached, Flinn returned home with his granddaughter.

"Brother Daniel!"

The little girl called out, running toward him.

Flinn always took his granddaughter with him whenever he went out, as though keeping her close was the only way he felt secure.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Flinn's brow furrowed.

He turned to Daniel and asked, "Did you use the forge?"

Daniel hadn't expected Flinn to notice so quickly.

Even though he'd cleaned up everything, the old blacksmith had still seen through it at a glance.

Daniel nodded and replied, "Yes, I did. I grilled something to eat while you were out."

Flinn didn't press further.

"Oh, by the way, Flinn, do you have any other books around here?"

Daniel was getting tired of the one he'd been reading.

On the surface, it was a book about forging techniques.

But in reality, it was little more than a collection of exaggerated praise for something called House Oren.

It claimed that House Oren's forging techniques were unparalleled, bordering on perfection.

Daniel didn't believe a word of it.

"Have you already finished Forging Legends?"

"Pretty much. It's just a bunch of made-up stories. Do you have anything more practical?"

Daniel disliked fabricated tales like the ones in this book.

It spent most of its pages heaping excessive praise on House Oren, with flowery descriptions that bordered on absurdity.

"I suggest you take another look. That book documents the forging history of House Oren, which is considered one of the best in the world today," Flinn said earnestly.

"Come on, it's just a bunch of over-the-top compliments. Some parts are outright ridiculous."

"You've never heard of House Oren? If you had, you wouldn't say that!"

Flinn shook his head, clearly disappointed.

This young man didn't understand the significance of House Oren.

"Honestly, if you don't know about House Oren, I'm starting to doubt you're even from the city!"

Flinn's reaction grew more animated as Daniel dismissed the book's claims.

Under Daniel's prompting, Flinn began recounting the history of House Oren, his tone filled with reverence.

House Oren, according to Flinn, was a legendary family known to both mages and commoners alike.

The advancements in the forging world today were largely thanks to House Oren's contributions.

"If you don't believe me, you should visit Greenstone City—it's the closest town outside the mountains. My former mentor is an apprentice in one of House Oren's branches."

Flinn handed Daniel a token.

"When you meet him, you'll understand what true forging looks like!"

Flinn's words piqued Daniel's interest.

If it was on his way, he wouldn't mind taking a look.

Greenstone City would be his first stop.

Ten days passed, during which Daniel familiarized himself with the language, writing, and customs of this era.

Had it been before, he could have learned all of this instantly with mind power.

But now, as an ordinary person, he had to start from scratch.

This slower process of learning gave Daniel a surprising sense of satisfaction.

By now, Daniel was ready to leave the village.

He planned to bid farewell to Flinn in a couple of days before setting out.

But one day, a man in a tattered mage's robe appeared, holding the firewood knife Daniel had forged for the young man.

"Kid, did you make this knife?"

The man's tone was harsh, and his attitude hostile.

It was clear he was an uninvited guest.

Daniel turned his gaze toward the man.

This disheveled figure radiated sloppiness, his mage's robe patched in several places.

Yet his eyes shone with sharpness, a stark contrast to his unkempt appearance.