"Truly worthy of being the world's strongest blacksmith!"
Watching the pink trident floating up and down in the cauldron bubbling with a ghastly green foam, the Red-haired Director couldn't help but give a thumbs up, full of admiration as he said,
"Even with such rudimentary tools, you can craft the finest anomalous objects. It's truly remarkable!"
"Hmph, such a fuss over nothing!"
With an impatient curl of his lips, an elder with a boxy head and eyes full of pride spoke,
"Compared to when I was still alive, the tools for forging anomalies have become much better, but the skills of the blacksmiths have declined. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
"It's because they're too concerned with perfection! Too meticulous about the forging environment and materials!"
With a downward jab of the tool in his hand, knocking off a large piece of lacquer from the iron cauldron, the boxy-headed elder grumbled with discontent,
