The surface of the spear seemed to turn malleable, and whenever Nudar touched it, the weapon repeatedly compressed and expanded.

The spear’s middle section had been broken long ago, but its remainder had remained sturdy without equal. Right now, this solid metal acted like soft soil. Nudar freely handled the now clay-like surface of the spear.

As time passed, the lacking appearance of the spear began to disappear.

‘That’s right. That’s right.’

Nudar continued to speak, as if exchanging conversation with the relic slowly regaining its original appearance.

Woooom.

Surprisingly, the spear responded to Nudar’s efforts by vibrating in place.

“What the hell…”

Seon-Hyeok thought he had seen everything this world had to offer, but even he was baffled at the sight of the small dwarf mumbling to herself while handling the lump of mushy metal.

But in contrast to the strangeness he felt, Nudar’s expression was absolutely solemn. It was as though re-working the lump in her hands was her lifelong aspiration.

How much time passed?

“There were 49 deaths...