As he was interrupted just before forming an aura in his trace, the aura started to scatter.
âGrr!â
Raon focused and tried to condense the aura from the âTen Thousand Flames Cultivationâ as it began to dissipate. Just as he was about to force it to settle, a coldness rushed at him.
I told you.
Wrathâs voice was jeered at him.
The King of Essence will target you when you are in your weakest state.
âGrrâŚâ
He was right.
Wrath did warn him that he would attack at the most dangerous moment. To be honest, Raon had somewhat expected it to happen.
However, he completely forgot about Wrath while in his trance.
Iâm only getting started!
Wrath exploded his massive coldness, aimed at him. Raon shivered, facing the coldness that seemed to even freeze his cold sweat.
He wanted to open his eyes immediately because of the bone-freezing pain. However, he couldnât do that. It risked reversing the flow of his mana, which would incapacitate him.
âYou bastardâŚâ
He forgot, since Wrath had been tamed for a while, that he wasnât his ally. He wasnât just a devil, but a king of devildom. He seemed to be trying to eat away his entire soul by breaking his body.
Whirl!
As Wrathâs coldness grew more powerful, the ice in his mana circuit started to reverberate.
âUghâŚâ
He groaned in pain. It felt like his skin and bones were being split apart. The extreme coldness and wrath started to corrode his mind.
Itâs over.
Wrathâs cold voice contained exhilaration instead of anger.
Your body and mind now belong to the King of Essence.
Just as he said, Raonâs whole body was being filled with that extreme cold. He was losing his senses due to the extreme pain, and he felt like he would faint at any moment.
âGrr!â
Raon bit his tongue. The pain allowed him to regain his senses for an instant, like a bucket of cold water.
âThink, think!â
Wrathâs coldness had already covered his entire body. He could take control of it at any moment now.
âI canât stop the âTen Thousand Flames Cultivationâ.â
It was too late to use the âRing of Fireâ, since Wrathâs coldness was going to engulf his body and mind before the ring started to rotate.
âI need to reach a breakthrough.â
Raon tried to withstand it by circulating the âTen Thousand Flames Cultivationâ. It was a precarious situation, like hanging over a cliff with a single rope.
Just give up. Your body is already mine.
âWe wonât know until I try.â
Itâs an unnecessary struggle, like that old man who ignites the charcoal kiln every day.
âCharcoal kiln⌠Charcoal kiln!â
There was a way that he could survive.
Clench!
Raon clenched his fist and gathered the mana with all his remaining power.
Whoosh!
The mana flowing into him wasn't nature's mana, heated up by the charcoal kiln, but the mana inside the kiln itself.
Bastard! What are you doing?!
âLast-ditch struggle!â
Yes, it was a last-ditch struggle. Heâd gotten enough of dying without being able to do anything in his previous life. He didnât want to die in vain in his current life, no matter what.
Rustle!
From the ceiling of the charcoal kiln, covered in stiff clay, a rustling sound of leaves could be heard.
You bastard! Stop it!
âUgh!â
The coldness from Wrath grew stronger, powerful enough to freeze to his bones. Despite being unable to feel anything in his limbs, he withstood it with the very last of his strength and inhaled for the last time.
Crack!
With an earth-shattering sound, a tremendous heat burst into the air. Flame was bursting out from inside the charcoal kiln.
Huff!
Raon instantly inhaled the heat, as if heâd never taken a breath before.
The heat was inhaled not only through his nose and mouth, but the pores of his skin. His entire body pushed back the coldness. It was an overwhelming power, like lava running through his veins.
Whap!
Wrathâs coldness vanished like a spring snow facing the turbulent waves of heat.
Wh-what is this?!
âWrath, disappear!â
Raon kept controlling the âTen Thousand Flames Cultivationâ, chewing his lip. He also rounded up the tremendous amount of ice that his mana circuit had melted down, guiding it towards his energy center.
Whoosh!
The energy of âTen Thousand Flames Cultivationâ, which used to be like a dying flame, formed into a clear shape upon taking in the heat from the charcoal kiln.
Whir!
And that wasnât all.
A pure white energy was condensed like a bead, right next to the aura from the âTen Thousand Flames Cultivationâ, taking a clear shape. It was the ice of the Frost that used to fill his mana circuit.
Da-damn it!
âHuffâŚâ
Without paying attention to Wrath screaming in anger, Raon organized all the heat in the air and the ice inside his body.
It took extreme concentration. Withstanding Wrathâs interruption, Raon fell into a second trance.
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âHa!â
Vulcan breathed out heavily, placing a piece of firewood in the furnace.
Watching the furnace, where the firewood was immediately set ablaze, he recalled the past.
âItâs already been thirty years.â
It had been thirty years since he made his last masterpiece, the True Heavenly Sword. After offering the best sword of his life to Glenn Zieghart, he thought his journey had come to an end.
Since heâd obtained so much wealth, the kind that wouldnât run out for the rest of his life, he decided to retire and enjoy the rest of his life.
However, he was sitting in front of the fire when he came to his senses.
He didnât need to wake up early, nor ignite the furnace. And yet, he kept heading towards the blacksmith.
âI am absolutely stuck.â
He was still stuck in the moment that heâd created the True Heavenly Sword.
âI canât stop it.â
Heâd created countless swords and contributed greatly to Zieghart. Its leaderâGlenn Zieghart, one of the strongest of the continentâwas using his sword.
Although his name would be passed down in history even if he retired, he couldnât sit still. He couldnât stop holding his hammer, nor stay away from the fire.
There was only one reason that he was hesitating so much.
Even though he wanted to keep working, he wasnât confident in creating something that would surpass the True Heavenly Sword that heâd offered Glenn.
In his indecision, he ignited a sloppy fire and used his hammer.
All he could feel was emptiness.
âThatâs why I made this kiln.â
About ten years ago, heâd started creating coals from the charcoal kiln in order to create golden charcoal, which surpassed black and white charcoal.
He thought he could possibly create a better sword if he had that special charcoal.
However, he never succeeded, not even once.
Collecting legends and rumors, he tried countless methods. However, he couldnât obtain the golden charcoal.
He didnât want to give up. It was the only obsession left in the final days of his life.
While he was burning away his time, that boy came to visit him.
Raon Zieghart.
Heâd been breathing with the furnaceâs flame from the day heâd met him. The flame that had been stopped for decades started to burn like a savage beast.
It was the first time.
The flame had never reacted, nor had it ever increased its firepower before.
Thinking that something might change, heâd allowed Raon to stay next to him. However, he didnât have high expectations.
âBecause this is a hellfire.â
The kilnâs heat was so severe that even a veteran blacksmith avoided it. Some blacksmiths had come to him with the intention of helping, but a few days was enough to make them slip away.
The boy was drenched in cold sweat and withstood the pain by biting his lip. However, he kept visiting him every day and sat in front of the furnace.
At first, he was clearly unable to focus on his cultivation because of the heat coming from the ground. The second day was the same, he kept biting his lip while trembling from the heat.
Three days, four days, a week, a month, three months.
Raon kept visiting the kiln without missing a single day.
And today.
The fire inside the furnace burned fiercely, as if it was reacting to Raon breathing in and out, and the heat inside the kiln had become many times stronger.
Inhale!
He dominated the flame in that space, as if heâd become the embodiment of the fire.
âThis isâ!â
Vulcan suddenly realized it was an important opportunity for him. Not an opportunity to create a new charcoal, but an opportunity for him to live as a blacksmith once again.
âHuff!â
With extreme concentration, he maintained the firepower in the furnace. Blowing and fanning, he kept repeating every action that could grow the fire.
The flame was alive.
The transparent flame at the center was increasing its firepower while erasing the weak and murky ones.
However, something unexpected happened.
Frost fell from Raonâs body, which shouldâve been sweating from the charcoal kilnâs heat.
âWhat is this?â
He looked around in a panic, but the ice was nowhere else to be found.
That ice kept spreading throughout his body, and his golden hair ended up freezing.
âWh-what should I do?â
Raonâs body was trembling. He understood he wasnât in a good condition, but he didnât know what to do.
He knew he shouldnât touch him at a time like this, but he thought Raon would die if left alone.
âH-hey! YouâŚâ
âStop.â
As Vulcan was about to extend his hand in order to wake Raon up, Rimmer appeared. He was literally moving like the wind.
âRimmer! What are you doing?! He is going to die!â
âThereâs nothing we can do right now.â
Rimmer shook his head. He frowned and stared at Raon, who was shaking even more now.
âIf he receives the slightest impact from the outside, he will cough up blood and die.â
âIs that the ice you talked about before?â
âYes. He was born with that ice in his body.â
âThatâsâŚâ
Vulcan bit his lip as the sight tugged at his heartstrings.
âSuch a young childâŚâ
He felt sorry that a child still wet behind the ears was born with a coldness severe enough to erase the furnaceâs heat. At the same time, he felt proud of the boy that had managed to withstand it until now.
He wanted to help somehow.
âIs there anything we can do?â
âNo. It will be dangerous if you touch anything at all.â
Rimmerâs expression was unusually serious. His fist was clenched, and his eyes didnât move away from Raon.
The two of them kept staring at the ice covering Raonâs entire body in complete silence.
âHe⌠He is really going to die at this rate! Anything!â
âWait! Raon just moved!â
Rimmerâs expression contained hope. He snorted as he kept staring at Raon.
âWhat? What do you mean⌠huh?â
Vulcan turned his head. The flame from the furnace had suddenly grown fiercer.
Rumble!
The flame came from the furnace, surging around the entire kiln. The kilnâs clay enclosure had exploded, causing the tremendous heat to fill the air.
Boom!
It was difficult to breathe due to the immense heat.
âHuff!â
He lowered his body because of the heat, the type of which the Continentâs Blacksmith had never felt before, but the heat didnât last.
Whoosh!
That was because the heat was being absorbed by Raon, rotating in a spiral towards him. With the tremendous amount of heat being condensed into him, the coldness covering his entire body melted.
Whap!
A red flame burned along Raonâs body. No, the flame wasnât red.
It was golden.
Reflecting the golden daybreak rising over the eastern mountain, a golden flame burst forth.
Despite being engulfed in a golden flame, Raon didnât stop cultivating. He kept absorbing the heat from not only his surroundings, but also the entirety of the North Grave Mountain.
Rumble!
As the sun fully showed its majestic light, the light pouring out from Raon started to grow faint and he opened his eyes.
Spark!
Vulcan, who met his eyes, swallowed. A thrill running up from his toes pierced his brain.
A dark golden light.
The golden light, containing the daybreakâs light, was burning in his eyes.