Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

Under the sprawling shade of an ancient oak tree, Caleb had established his makeshift blacksmith stall. Constructed from materials fused together with his unique abilities, the stall was both sturdy and unassuming. Caleb reclined leisurely against a mound of gleaming silver coins, his expression one of contented mischief.

As he savored the warmth of the sun filtering through the leaves, the peace was suddenly broken by the arrival of Leon's team. The group approached with cautious curiosity, their eyes scanning the simple setup with a mix of skepticism and hope.

"Are you George, the blacksmith?" Leon asked, trying to mask his doubt with a polite tone.

Caleb, maintaining his guise as an elderly craftsman, nodded slowly, giving them a warm, welcoming smile. "That would be me, young adventurers. What brings you to my humble corner of the world?"

When informed of Caleb's prices, the team exchanged uneasy glances. Marla, always the more outspoken, couldn't hold back her concern. "These prices seem a bit steep for an unknown smith," she remarked, her voice tinged with skepticism.

Caleb sat up straight, adopting a wise tone, "Ah, but the quality of my work can rival the divine. You won't find craftsmanship like mine just anywhere."

Thomas, ever the pragmatist, frowned deeply. "That's a bold claim. How can we trust that your work is as good as you say?"

With a sage nod, Caleb responded, "Trust is earned, of course. You won't know unless you try. Do you have any materials on you? Perhaps those old pieces of gear you're wearing?" His voice carried a hint of disdain as he eyed their worn equipment.

Taken aback by his straightforwardness, yet intrigued by the possibility of turning their battered gear into something superior, the group hesitated. After a brief discussion, they agreed to take a chance.

"Fine," Leon said, determination setting in. "Let's see what you can do with these." He gestured to their equipment, now looking even more inadequate in the presence of this peculiar old man.

Caleb's eyes twinkled with amusement as he accepted their damaged weapons and armor. "Excellent choice. I'll show you that true artistry can transform even the most beaten of metals into treasures."

As the adventurers handed over their items, Caleb's fingers lightly brushed the materials, his fusion skills subtly assessing their composition. He was already planning how to impress these young warriors with his 'blacksmithing' prowess.

Under the ancient oak, Caleb examined the materials the adventurers had presented with lazy eyes. Each item was unique, carrying with it a story of distant lands and fierce battles. Well, at least, according to the group in front of him.

Flaming Ores: These small, radiant stones pulsed with a soft, fiery glow. Harvested from the volcanic belts of the Draconis Ridge, they were known for their heat-resistant properties and the ability to absorb and retain warmth.@@novelbin@@

Crystallized Shin: These shards gleamed like frozen teardrops. Found in the icy caves of Frostwhisper Gorge, they were as hard as diamonds and shimmered with a spectrum of colors when held against the light.

Maniola Ancient Oak: This wood was dark and richly textured, its surface swirling with intricate patterns. The ancient oaks from which these came stood in the revered Forests of Maniola, said to be enchanted.

Fangs of Stormwolf: These fangs were sharp and robust, bearing the energy of the storms these mystical creatures were known to roam in. Each fang crackled slightly with residual electrical energy.

Talon of Black Eagle: Sleek and deadly, these talons were as black as night and just as formidable. The Black Eagles of the Highwind Cliffs used these to hunt, their lethal precision renowned across the lands. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Caleb nodded approvingly. "You'll have your weapons by tomorrow morning," he declared confidently.

The group exchanged uncertain looks, their skepticism evident. "That quick?" Marla questioned, her tone laced with doubt. "You're not just rushing this to get rid of us, are you?"

Caleb chuckled softly, a sound that seemed to hold a deeper knowledge. "Trust in the craft," he reassured them. "Patience yields the finest results, but true skill accelerates the process."

Reluctantly, the adventurers agreed and departed, their steps echoing softly on the cobblestone. Once out of earshot, they huddled together, whispering fervently.

"Only five days in town and he's the talk of it all," Leon muttered, his brow furrowed. "This has to be some sort of trick, right? Can someone really enhance materials that quickly?"

"Let's wait and see," Thomas replied, his voice low. "Tomorrow will tell us everything we need to know about this mysterious blacksmith."

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As the last echoes of footsteps faded away, Caleb glanced around, ensuring the coast was clear. With a flick of his wrist, he drew a curtain around his makeshift workshop, shrouding his activities in secrecy. He then turned his attention to the pile of damaged equipment sprawled across his workbench.

The assortment was quite pitiful up close: a sword with a chipped blade, a dagger dulled by misuse, a shield dented on every inch of its surface, armor that had seen better days, boots with soles worn thin, and a bow with fraying strings. He prodded each piece, noting the extent of wear with a series of noncommittal grunts.

"Guess these will have to do," Caleb muttered to himself, his fingers tracing over the contours of the flaming ores. These vibrant, glowing stones seemed to hum with an inner fire.

He contemplated the best matches for a moment, his gaze flickering from one item to the next. The logic of a skilled blacksmith might have dictated careful consideration of each material's properties and their compatibility with the gear. But Caleb, he was a layman. He doesn't really know anything about Blacksmithing...

"Ah, to hell with it. Let's make this interesting," he chuckled under his breath, picking up the crystallized shin. The shard sparkled enticingly, a spectrum of colors dancing within its icy structure.

With a shrug, he laid the shard against the sword's blade. As his fingers brushed the materials together, they dissolved into streams of golden light. The glow enveloped the blade, seeping into every crack and crevice, filling the imperfections with renewed strength.

Next, he turned to the Maniola ancient oakm This he matched with the shield, hoping the wood's legendary resilience would impart some of its storied strength to the battered metal.

One by one, he continued the process, not bothering to keep track of his choices. The fangs of the stormwolf found their way to the boots. The talon of the black eagle was paired with the bow.

As each fusion completed, Caleb stepped back, watching the transformations with bored eyes.

"If this works, they'll be the best-dressed bronze adventurers out there," he mused, a grin spreading across his face. "If not, well, it'll be a good story for them, won't it?"

His laughter echoed softly in the enclosed space, mingling with the golden light as the last of the equipment absorbed its new powers.