A dwarf in his previous life, but an artistic genius in his current life
In the depths of a cavern on the continent of Karlos, a dwarf named Blackhammer lay dying alone of starvation. It was absurd, but he had forgotten to eat while creating his life’s greatest masterpiece. His end was unworthy of the titles he bore—“The God of Art Who Descended Upon the Continent” and “The Dragon in a Dwarf’s D...
In the depths of a cavern on the continent of Karlos, a dwarf named Blackhammer lay dying alone of starvation. It was absurd, but he had forgotten to eat while creating his life’s greatest masterpiece. His end was unworthy of the titles he bore—“The God of Art Who Descended Upon the Continent” and “The Dragon in a Dwarf’s Disguise.” Blackhammer, collapsed on the ground, barely clung to his fading consciousness. ‘When did I fall?’ He looked at the sword and hammer scattered beside him, trying to recall what had happened. The sword he had just finished with the final hammer blow—imbued with a hundred years' worth of condensed mana—shone with unmatched beauty. It was a legendary blade capable of slicing through the scales of the most fearsome dragon and even severing the Demon King’s head. Ye
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