Reincarnated as the Only Human

Chapter 869: The 'Craftening'

Astra PoV

So when you make thousands of wooden rings, what exactly does that look like in your mind?

Mountains of little wooden pieces piled together in some sort of storeroom, perhaps; or maybe dozens of chests filled to the brim with these ornate, beautiful trinkets that must have been worth something to have been made so many times?

I'm sure many people imagine that many items as individual pieces that require their own space, and yet to me they were literally just a small icon with a number beside them that was slowly decreasing as I went through the process of dismantling them and getting some of the wood back.

How that worked I had no real idea, but hey, thinking about how these things work would drive someone smarter than me crazy, and I knew better than to question something that didn't need questioning; if it worked it worked, so who gave a damn how it worked?

It took me 'one piece of wood' to make a dozen rings, but I could only get one piece of wood back from two dozen rings, so I was operating on a net loss technically... if one piece of wood wasn't equivalent to a branch, anyways.

And from the dozens of rings I had made, one out of each dozen usually ended up being an iron ring, with some of the batches being amongst the statistically improbable with three or four rings being made from iron.

I then took those iron rings and smelted them down into an ingot, which I then reforged into rings, losing some more material in the process but gaining something more valuable, which was silver.

This all happened in the background as I worked on something else, the materials that Renna had 'purchased' for me sitting on the table as I decided where I should use it, and for who it should be made.

If I wanted to sell things made with foreign goods, I needed to think of how rare they were and their perceived value; a problem I faced thanks to my lifestyle was that I had no real clue what things were worth and what they meant to people.

I mean, I would never struggle to survive in this world simply because someone out there would always be willing to pay to have their cock stroked by me, let alone get to bury it between my tits, my cheeks, or shove it into one of my three holes to ejaculate more than enough to get someone pregnant.

To me, a full course meal with some good wine was worth a sloppy blowjob, but that doesn't put food on the other person's table, nor does it feed their family; they can be selfish once or twice with me, but then it starts to cut into their ability to live, so... I had no idea what money was actually worth here, and honestly... I didn't care. @@novelbin@@

I just needed a lot of it, but I couldn't be stupid about this either, so I knew I was always going to need someone like Renna or Miss Hertanc to be that more realistic and business minded person who saw coin before lust...

That is all to say that I decided I should just keep most of those materials for now and instead focus on making a few pieces that were unique and 'rare', pieces that would get me some serious coin if I sold it to the right person the right way.

For instance, the fun thing about those chunks of Cursed Obsidian was that they were extremely dark; obsidian was already black, yes, but Cursed Obsidian was actively absorbing light, and on top of that there was a faint purplish glimmer around it that contrasted that ability.

It was beautiful, so to make the most of it I utilized a far more rich and warm gold that contrasted the void black and cool purple; keeping it simple yet also giving it beauty from that simplicity was easy as well, since I took a raw sliver of Cursed Obsidian and made a wire frame to hold it in place, making the mineral the focus of the piece.

A simple pendant that spoke for itself would go a long way, but of course just using wire wouldn't make it an expensive piece... so I made sure the wire overlapped the Cursed Obsidian to create a diamond shape in the middle, emphasizing that deep black and giving it a contrast that was more visible.

The entire time this was happening I had rings and beer being made in the background, and then I had the various metal ingots that I had acquired smelting in the furnace, refining it from its lower quality form into something more pure and beautiful.

Every workstation around me was being used in the background, and that tickled a certain part of my brain as I listened to the various dings that came from one of those things getting completed; it was efficiency and progress given shape, and that was something that only sex seemed to match for me.

In the dark of night, in a room illuminated by candles and furnaces, I was slowly amassing a great deal of items that could be sold to anyone and everyone for a large amount of coin, and all I needed to do was just... exist in this room and do something, anything at all.

That was incredible, and as I finished this piece I moved onto another, doing whatever popped into mind whenever I had the time for it; I made another necklace, this time with three teardrop rubies inlaid into a thick gold plate, then I got to work on a thick, smooth ring that would fit snug around the base of Rhefia's cock, her measurements memorized and then some.

Time lost all meaning while I was in this room, and I had an idle thought that made me smile somewhat; if I had been dropped into this world with just the Survival System, I would have done well enough, wouldn't I?

I just wouldn't be having sex as often just to have sex; I don't doubt that I would have become Rhefia's, or that I would have birthed many of my children, but I definitely wouldn't have suffered without this Breeding System...

I was immensely grateful that I had it though, and even more so that I had it than the Survival System, though I loved both just as much as I loved my wives, my concubines and my children~!

If I knew that the two Goddesses who had given it to me were currently taking the dick of one of my baby's Dama's, I would only find it amusing that we were so similar, especially since we clearly had gifts that made it unneeded to do the things we did.