Whispers of Metal: The Forge of the One Mage

Hello, the author is speaking to you, what was promised is due so here is the chapter, I will try to make the chapters of 1000 words from now on I hope you enjoy it.

A strange landscape unfolded before my eyes—three enormous crystal eyes were staring directly at the city. The eerie light they produced made them seem like three suns rising in the sky, like a corrupted sunset.

"Uh, I didn't expect this," I said with a somewhat bitter expression on my face. "I just got discharged from the hospital, and now this happens the very next day. I thought I'd have at least a few weeks to prepare, but no… this had to happen," I muttered quietly, ranting as I approached the beach as stealthily as I could. In the distance, I saw four strange women: one tall, with crimson skin, an afro in a square shape, and glasses that covered most of her face; the next, a tall woman with light blue skin almost white, short hair, and a gem embedded in her forehead; another, a short purple-skinned girl with long white hair; and finally, a teenager with normal white skin, pink hair and eyes, wearing a black shirt with a yellow star and jeans. Also, there was an adult man with long hair but bald on top, standing next to a somewhat large van—and of course, a pink laser cannon, cracked in some parts. When I saw the first three women, my mind told me they weren't natural, and I shouldn't get any closer—not out of fear but due to an extreme sense of the uncanny valley. If I didn't know who they were, I wouldn't have gotten this close.

Looking up at the crystal eyes still in the sky, I thought about how to help without being noticed, because I knew that eventually, they would notice me, and I wanted to be somewhat prepared for that. 

Since there were more eyes than in the original series, and I doubted the broken cannon would work more than once, I thought in mild panic, "What can I do without exposing myself?" I thought rapidly, discarding some ideas, like using telekinesis because I had nothing to throw at them besides sand, and telekinetic pressure wouldn't be strong enough. Skills like telepathy wouldn't help in this case, but I had to hurry because the suction from those eyes was getting stronger. When I looked at the broken cannon, an idea crossed my mind: "What if I use warp power to make the cannon fire a triple shot instead of the standard one?" Considering it a good idea, and if that didn't work, I could expose myself, use an illusion, and pretend to be half-Gem. "This has to be quick," I said as the girl who looked like a female Steven? figured out the key to activating the cannon. At that moment, the eyes began sucking in air and objects violently, like a black hole. Rushing, I started twisting the power and directing it toward the cannon to empower it the way I wanted, but I was missing some focus, so I used the concepts of "Triple, Power, Enhancement" to guide the "spell." A substantial portion of my psychic power was directed toward the cannon, which was already firing.

The artifact began opening up like a crystal rose, flooded with a beautiful pink light and an imperceptible touch of platinum. The group of women calibrated the cannon mid-launch, and it fired a pink beam of light that split into three female figures of light, which struck the crystal eyes. This caused them to explode into three roses of light, but before the woman in the center hit the eye, just for a moment, she returned my gaze with those cold diamond-shaped eyes, judging me. But it only lasted a millisecond. "That's my cue to leave," I said because that last part should NOT have happened.

As Adrian left, he didn't notice that the garnet-colored woman watched his departure with an unreadable expression on her stoic face.

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"So, this is the dump," I said more to myself as I observed the mountains and piles of metal scrap scattered everywhere, the smell of rust and old oil reaching my nose. "As they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure," I thought aloud, picking up some metal pieces that caught my attention and placing them in my bag.

After walking for a while, I found a suitable spot for what I had in mind. Using my telekinesis, I dug a hole in the ground, shaping the terrain to build a rudimentary furnace. With a clear image of fire in my mind, I lit the furnace with warp power. The flames, silver in color, came to life, filling the space with an otherworldly glow. I made sure to keep the temperature between 1000 and 1300 degrees, just right for what I was about to do.

"Aluminum 2024," I thought as I gathered the metals and placed them into the furnace. With an additional touch of warp power, I sped up the process of melting the materials. I had no physical tools on hand, but telekinesis was enough to manipulate the molten metal, forcing the different metals to fuse and take the shape I desired.

Once the metal reached the right consistency, I extracted it from the furnace with the power of my mind. I molded it into a rough bar, and with a pseudo-material hammer made from soul power, I began striking it. The sound of the blows resonated like a hum throughout the junkyard as I shaped the sword I had imagined in my head. This process continued for several hours, during which I became almost hypnotized by my work.

Finally, the sword took form. As I held it in my hands, I knew it was only a first attempt. Its quality was acceptable, considering it was my first creation, but far from perfect. Just by looking at it, I could tell its center of gravity was off by a few millimeters from where it should be. It lacked sharpness, and the hilt was slightly irregular, but still, it was a usable sword. I allowed myself a brief rest, and a question floated in my mind: "Wasn't I using too many abilities earlier? How do I still have energy?"

The answer was as simple as it was complex if I thought about it deeply. I wasn't focusing too much power on any one ability in particular, allowing me to do multiple things at once without completely exhausting myself. My body was tired, yes, but my magic wasn't drained. Magic came from the soul, and the soul, by nature, is infinite. The limit wasn't like in those video games where using magic drains mana, but rather how much I could draw at any given moment. It was like having an infinite battery; just because it never ran out didn't mean I could crank up the voltage or amperage all at once—only that I could spam attacks as long as they stayed within my energy limit.

With that thought, I set the idea aside and focused again on the sword I was forging. It was functional, yes, but I knew it wasn't good enough for my standards. "Time to reforge it," I thought, determined to improve it. My blacksmithing skills still had much room to grow, and I wasn't planning to stop.

Day had already given way to night, but time no longer mattered. The moon hung high in the sky, but I kept working, oblivious to everything, focused solely on the task in front of me. As the metal glowed once more under the fire, my hands—or rather, my mind—continued molding it, shaping it over and over, until my vision became reality.