I Refused To Be Reincarnated

A moment later, he stepped into the dream place's half-filled plaza and walked to the nearby fusion pool.

On the way, he heard the kid's spirited debates. Some sat on the ground, selling merchandise arranged neatly on a piece of cloth. Others yelled, searching for party members to conquer the tower's first floor. He even noticed a few signs with stylish ink calligraphy planted before desks.

With intrigued steps, he went to one and asked what they were doing.

"Oh! Adam! We are establishing guilds to band with people we like and challenge the tower or the wilds. Of course, you can join ours!"

The young girl clapped her hands in excitement as her pupils constricted in disbelief and hope.

"Don't you guys have more interesting things to think about? Like how to break free from the slave spells cast on you?"

Palms raised upwards, he shook his head. Their priorities were a little wrong.

"We are working on that, too. But honestly? We have little hope of succeeding. At least we are somewhat free here, even if we can't reveal too much information."

The girl's cheerful tone became bleak. He noticed how she lowered her dimming eyes and shoulders in depression.

"I'm sorry I can't help."

He lowered his eyes, too, feeling their expectations weight on his shoulders like a mountain. During the past month, he did his best to save the ones captured by beasts, lost in the wilds, or members of tribes. But he could do nothing against a country's noble or royal family.

Even if he could defeat some of them, then what? He would be branded rogue and hunted down like a dog by a swarm of mages.

With a deep sigh, he massaged his eyelids before fishing a shiny gold coin from his pouch.

"Take it. My apology for ruining your mood."

He placed it on the desk before turning.

Without looking back, he stepped to the fusion pool's engraved gates. A moment later, he noticed two kids barely reaching the waist of their three companions waiting for him.

"Sir Adam! Are you ready to learn our craft?"

One of them said, his smile stretching so wide that its white teeth reflected the moon's red glow.

However, his eyes darted between the two dwarves first. Then he blurted out.

"Wait. First, explain your situation!"

"Oh, that?" They smiled at each other before one explained. "We didn't all reincarnate into humans. I've seen a few elves, too. I even saw one with beast ears and paws, but he tends to hide for some reason."

'I had no idea...'

The thought rumbled like a thunderclap in his mind, forcing a realisation. The race column in their interface wasn't specific to him.

'I'm curious to see those with beast blood.'

His eyes enlarged and sparkled as curiosity tickled his heart for a second.

However, the youth's voice brought him back from his reveries.

"Where do you want us to train you?"

With a cough to focus on the immediate task, he pointed to the vortex leading to his soul sea.

"In my place." He stepped to it, waving his hand. "Follow me."

Immediately, the five youths' eyes sparkled, and their hearts hammered against their chests. Were they going to witness where the mysterious Prometheus lived on Earth?

Contrary to their expectation, they gasped at the scenery. Instead of a house or apartment, they landed on a vast plain surrounded by mountains, forests, and a large lake.

Fresh, natural air filled their lungs as a soft breeze blew on their hair.

Meanwhile, Adam opened his iron bag and turned to them.

"Explain your heating, cooling, and hammering techniques one by one with simple and clear words. We'll do the same for wood carving after."

With a nod, they glanced at the vibrant vista one last time before moving to him.

Among the three humans, two were carving experts back on Earth, while one was a knife-smelting master. Meanwhile, the two dwarves had nothing to do with those fields. However, they learned the ropes in this world.

Amidst their conversations, he learned that the two dwarves had been kissed by Luck herself. Born in a county, their parents tampered with the test results when they were babies. Therefore, they freely attended the academy.

After a few minutes, Adam tucked his fingers around his chin.

"I think I'll learn faster by practising. Observe my movements as I strike the iron to correct them."

As his words lingered, his right leg blurred in their eyes as he stomped the ground.

BAM

With a resounding noise, the grassy soil rose to his waist before hardening.

Blinding lights manifested on his palms next as he melted a few iron ores before coating his earthen anvil, giving it a metallic sheen.

Unfazed by the kids' gaping jaws, he grabbed a few more iron ores before melting them using the sun's element.

Once the ores became milky white and bubbled slightly, his voice echoed again.

"Observe now. I'll use your three techniques simultaneously."

Before his voice died down in the wind, three dense mana hammers condensed above the anvil. In a shower of scalding sparks, they struck the iron with different rhythms and angles.

Awakened by the familiar clang of the hammers, they squinted at the spectacle, hiding their amazement behind a mask of professionalism. Explore stories at empire

Gradually, they shared their expertise, advising to put less strength on the strikes, to pay more attention to the iron's integrity, and to turn it more. They also informed him about when to heat it again and the right temperature.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Accompanied by their advice and enduring the increasing buzzing noises in his mind after multitasking for two hours, he took a break.

"Ready yourselves for wood carving next. I'll study some enchantment theories for an hour," he said, moving to his box and retrieving Durgrim's soul orb.

That's why he confronted Moira without batting an eye. Not only could he have personal teachers, but he had the theories covered already!

If anything, the three-day limits sparked his determination and made it a real challenge.

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