‘Painting isn’t easy.’

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Grid had already finished working 10 minutes ago. He had completely repaired all the items he normally used. However, he didn’t stop hammering. He didn’t want to disturb Picasso, who was transferring his image to a canvas. Grid could feel the spirit of an artist from Picasso who observed him without blinking. He couldn’t help having respect for her.

‘Let’s think.’

What should he do until Picasso’s work was over? He didn’t want to make underwear in the painting, so should he make the mass-produced Grid items for a while? Grid thought about it before recalling the First Holy Sword. His understanding of it was at 60% after repeatedly disassembling and reassembling it in an attempt to resolve the curse. It was impossible to perfectly reproduce the First Holy Sword, but a ‘reproduction’ was possible.

‘I should use this opportunity to make a smaller holy sword.’

It would give him a glimpse of how powerful the First Holy Sword was.

‘If I’m lucky, my understanding will rise.’

Grid was filled with anticipation as he looked...