CHAPTER 75: CH 75: FIRST WEAPON FORGED- PART 3

Fenrir groaned as he stepped into his lab, rubbing his shoulder with a wince.

His back ached, his arms throbbed, and even his fingers felt stiff after hours of swinging around the C-grade sword.

It might not have weighed much to most, but to someone whose body wasn’t trained for melee combat anymore, it was as if he’d been lifting concrete slabs all day.

He dropped into a chair and leaned back, scowling at the ceiling.

"My body isn’t built for this crap anymore..." he muttered.

Sure, the potions he made were miraculous.

They could heal wounds, amplify strength, enhance reflexes—but they didn’t erase fatigue.

The micro-damage and tension from repeated motion were still there, accumulating deep in the muscles. The potions could hide the pain temporarily, but not solve the root issue.

And now, after just a short dungeon session, he felt like he’d aged twenty years.

"Stupid sword. Never again."

He grumbled.

He stared down at his calloused palms and let out a long breath.

What he needed wasn’t a heavier weapon—he needed something efficient, practical, and easy on the body.

Something that let him focus on precision and mana usage instead of brute force. Something that fit him.

"A gun. "I need to make a gun."

He said, blinking as the idea solidified.

Most hunters relied on traditional blades, staves, and artifacts.

But for Fenrir, who had experience with ancient and modern crafting alike, it wasn’t so far-fetched.

He stood up, ignoring the dull protest from his back, and pulled a stack of books and e-documents onto his main terminal. It was time to study.

For the rest of the night, Fenrir buried himself in research.

He read everything he could find—how early firearms were constructed, modern-day gun mechanics, hybrid mana-weapon theories, even ancient rune-engraved projectile designs.

The more he read, the more obsessed he became. His mind raced with possibilities: internal mana chambers, recoil dampening with enchantments, built-in elemental triggers.

It was like discovering an entirely new world.

When dawn crept in through the windows, Fenrir finally pushed his chair back.

His eyes were bloodshot, his mind humming with blueprints, but he was ready.

He gathered the remaining ores and minerals from his last dungeon run—lightweight mythril alloy, mana-conductive silver, and a few monster cores with condensed kinetic properties.

There wasn’t enough for anything extravagant, but he didn’t need flashy. He needed functional.

His hands moved with purpose.

Every screw, every gear, every rune line was placed with precision.

He tested the barrel alignment again and again, engraved the mana circuit into the inner chamber, and carefully molded the grip to match his hand’s shape.

He even adjusted the trigger sensitivity down to the finest millimeter.

Three hours later, the weapon was complete.

It was sleek, compact, and deadly. Matte-black with subtle silver etchings along the barrel, and a soft leather grip that molded to his palm perfectly.

The moment Fenrir picked it up, he knew—this was the weapon meant for him.

The system chimed.

[You have crafted:

Unnamed Custom Manafire Gun]

Grade: S

Critical Hit Chance +100%

Bullet Tracking Enabled

Internal Mana Storage Core (No external mana usage required)

Passive Party Buff: +100% Damage Boost (Unlocks upon official party registration)

Warning: Current user level restricts buff activation. Only Critical Chance active.]

Fenrir exhaled slowly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"A hundred percent crit chance. That’s ridiculous."

He said to himself.

It was ridiculous.

It felt unfair—this was an S-rank weapon with absurd stats, created not with divine blessings or ancient materials, but with leftover scrap and a night of studying.

But unlike the sword, this felt right. Balanced. Lightweight. Precise.

It was a tool built not for power, but control—and control was what Fenrir valued most.

Still, the system’s restriction annoyed him.

The rest of the buffs, especially the party boost, were locked because of his low level.

That meant he couldn’t take advantage of everything his own creation had to offer.

"Figures. Make something perfect, and it laughs in your face until you’re strong enough to actually use it."

He muttered, setting the gun gently on his worktable.

But despite the sigh that followed, Fenrir felt a deep sense of satisfaction. He finally had a weapon he could wield without feeling like he was going to fall apart afterward.

No more heavy blades. No more aching muscles. Just clean, precise combat the way he preferred.

He reached out and picked up the gun once more, turning it over in his hand, admiring its craftsmanship.

The barrel shimmered faintly with dormant mana. It was waiting—just like him.

"Let’s see what you can do."

He murmured.

That evening, Fenrir sat on his couch with a steaming mug of tea, lazily scrolling through the internet on his tablet.

He wasn’t really looking for anything in particular—just the usual scan of news, drama, and hunter updates. But then something caught his eye.

A headline that made him raise an eyebrow:

[Legion Hunter Shows Off New Never-Seen-Before Weapon?]

Curious, Fenrir clicked on the video embedded in the post.

It opened to show a Legion hunter—someone he vaguely recognized from one of Rick’s squads—standing in front of a stunned crowd inside a training arena.

The hunter lifted a sleek sword—the very C-grade sword Fenrir had forged—and launched a demonstration against a summoned golem.

The moment the sword made contact, flames erupted across the monster’s surface.

"Burn chance active again! Third activation in ten hits!"

The hunter called out, sounding far too pleased with himself.

The video zoomed in, replaying the burning effect over and over.

Fenrir leaned forward, frowning slightly. It wasn’t a bad demonstration, though he would’ve preferred a more professional presentation.

Then again, this wasn’t about him—yet.

The comment section, however, had already turned into a battlefield.

"That’s fake. No way a C-grade sword has a burn effect."

"That has to be an S-rank weapon. They’re trying to pass it off as lower-grade to test it!"

"I’ve never seen that weapon in the database. Is it custom-made?"

The next moment in the video made everything worse. The hunter, clearly enjoying the attention, turned the sword toward the camera and pulled up its system screen.

[C-Grade Sword]

Effect: 30% chance to inflict burn status on hit.

Crafted by: ???

The internet erupted.

Fenrir refreshed the page and saw thousands of reposts, screenshots, breakdowns, and even memes. The main talking point was the same everywhere:

How did a C-grade weapon get an S-class effect?

Speculation flooded the forums. Some claimed it was an anomaly. Others believed it was a hidden update from the system itself.

And then came the demand.

"Who made this? Where can we buy it?"

"Legion better not be hoarding this. We need access to that crafter!"

"Mr. ’X’—was it him again?"

Fenrir set his tea down and sighed. He didn’t even need to wait long before Legion officially responded.

Their social media accounts posted a formal statement, likely crafted by Rick himself:

[Regarding the weapon displayed in today’s video: It is a genuine C-grade weapon crafted by Mr. ’X’. This weapon is currently for internal use only within Legion and is not for public sale or mass production. We appreciate your understanding.]

And just like that, the chaos doubled.

Posts exploded across every platform.

Fans of Mr. ’X’ sang praises of his miraculous abilities.

Critics accused Legion of hoarding national-level assets. Independent weapon sellers debated how such a feat was even possible, and hunters everywhere scoured the market for any trace of similar weapons.

Fenrir leaned back and rubbed his temples.

"So much for staying low-profile."

He muttered.