I even began to feel that this inexplicable virtual game is not useless.

However, these nearly a hundred life skills have their own characteristics. Their motivation is already dazzling just by looking at them, and they really can't make a decision for a while.

At this time, the voice of the system elves came from the bottom of his heart again.

"And my advice is to smel and forge first."

"Why?"

"According to system scanning, you have great development potential in strength and endurance, and forging and smelting are exactly the best ways to improve these two attributes in the early stage of the game. Through them, you can increase these two attributes to more than 40 in a short period of time. By that time, you should be able to play a normal game."

"Wait...you mean, I can't play normally yet?" As I listened, I suddenly felt something was wrong.

"Yes, according to the system scan, your body's strength is much lower than normal and you must be exercised to be suitable for normal games."

"The body strength is far lower than normal..." This sentence sounds a bit awkward. I recited it repeatedly several times before I suddenly realized that this is just a mess?

He is really angry and funny. Although he is born with a lack of mental strength and is not suitable for becoming a magician, he still successfully entered the Auckland Academy Warrior Department with his combat talent. After only one month of enrollment, he was recognized by the freshman instructor Rodriguez, calling him a promising freshman.

I didn't expect that in this virtual game, I would be called disabled...

"I wonder if instructor Rodriguez will be considered disabled when he comes..." As he said, he reached out and pushed open the door of the blacksmith shop.

The blacksmith shop was a little deserted, and there was no such scene as the energy imagined. The old blacksmith was leaning against the anvil smoking a pipe, occasionally bursting out with a cough or two. The sound was like a bellows in the blacksmith shop with a slight breaking sound. He couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he heard the energy.

It was not until he was eager to open the blacksmith's door that the old man opened his turbid eyes: "If you don't turn on the furnace today, what should I do to make a fry again tomorrow."

I ran into a nail when I entered the door. After changing my previous motivation, I probably turned around and left long ago.

It was also a loss for the crime of appearance. Since this incident, I have not made any progress. My face has become much thicker. The old blacksmith ignored it. He still had a smile on his face: "I didn't hit anything at all. I'm here to learn how to make a blacksmith from you."

"Oh?" I thought I would be rejected, but I didn't expect that when the old blacksmith heard this, her turbid eyes suddenly lit up. She stopped smoking and stared at Gao Hao for a long time before shook her head with regret: "I didn't expect that there are still young people who are willing to learn ironwork now. But it's a pity, young man, your health is too poor and not suitable for the ironwork industry. And old man, I have been a blacksmith for the rest of my life. I know how hard it is for the blacksmith. With your physical condition, you may not be able to hold on for a day. It's better to learn other craftsmen early..."

"Is the body too bad?" When the system elf said just now, he was a little dissatisfied with his physical strength far below normal level, but now even the old blacksmith said so, and he couldn't help feeling guilty. However, he quickly responded: "As long as you are willing to teach me, I can take any hardship!"

"Is that so? Since you can eat any bitterness..." The old blacksmith closed his turbid eyes again, leaned listlessly against the anvil and smoked. In the smoke, there were slight noises from time to time in the pipe. I don't know how long it took, but the old blacksmith opened his eyes and pointed at a hammer in the corner of the wall with his pipe: "Then take that hammer for me first."

"yes!"

He walked to the corner of the wall and wanted to pick up the hammer on the ground that stood half a person tall.

Who knew that the heaviness of the hammer was far beyond his expectations. With the strength of a third-level warrior, two or three hundred pounds of things were no problem at all. But now that I had exhausted all my strength, I could only barely lift the hammer handle. As for picking up the hammer, it was simply an impossible task.

I guess the weight of this hammer is at least more than one thousand kilograms.

What is this concept for a blacksmith who uses a thousand pounds of iron hammer?

But his motivated personality is also stubborn, just as if he knew that he was born with mental incompetence, but never stopped meditating. He always believed that he would be able to feel the existence of magic elements one day.

He can't pick up a thousand-pound hammer, but it doesn't mean he will give up.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his forehead was soaring that his veins were exposed. With a loud shout, his hands holding the hammer handle exerted force. A sharp sound came. The hammer weighing a thousand pounds was dragged several inches by him.

Can't lift it up yet? Although the distance of a few inches is insignificant, it is enough for motivation.

The pipe beside the old blacksmith's mouth was still ringing, but there was a hint of undetectable praise in his turbid eyes.

It only took a few steps to get to the corner of the wall, but it took two hours to walk back with the thousand-pound hammer.

What is the difference between a hammer weighing a thousand pounds and a weight of two or three hundred pounds? I have gained a deep understanding of the motivation in these two hours of experience.

When I finished my last step, I was exhausted. It felt like when I first entered Auckland Academy, instructor Rodriguez asked me to run around the academy for fifty laps. The last trace of strength in my body seemed to have been taken away. There was a colorful light flashing in front of me, and I could not hear anything in my ears, and I could only hear a "buzzing" sound...

Sitting on the ground, stretched his legs with urgency and gasping for breath. No one in the blacksmith in the city of Auckland would do such a hammer. I don’t know if the city is too small or there is no blacksmith in this world who uses such a weight hammer.

I don’t know how long it took for the old blacksmith to slowly put down the pipe in his hand.

"From today on, you will be my old Black apprentice." After saying this, the old blacksmith bent down and picked up the hammer weighing a thousand pounds. It took two hours to drag the hammer from the corner. When it came to the old blacksmith, it was so handy, with his wrist shaking, as if he was holding a feather duster, rather than a thousand pound hammer that could smash people into meat sauce with one hammer.

I saw him pick up a piece of pig iron from the anvil and throw it into the furnace: "Make a fire."
Chapter completed!