God Of Crafting

Chapter 84: Who knew that crafting requires creativity and inspiration?

"Finally, I'm home."

It was such a strange sentence to utter when I just enclosed myself in a room I'd just entered for the very first time. The overwhelmingly massive sense of relief that one could hear in my voice if there was anyone with me in this room to hear was even stranger...

And yet, such was the truth, for just by stepping inside this so-called workshop, I felt as if I'd returned to a long-lost home.

This place alone was at least twenty times bigger than the place I formerly called my home. And even though it was choke-full of equipment, tools, and all sorts of different workspaces, it didn't feel cramped in the slightest.

"Wait..." As my eyes caught a glimpse of something that didn't fit the general vibe of the room, I rushed across the place, eager to find out whether it was just an illusion or an actual, solid truth.

"Don't you fucking tell me..."

I could barely mutter when I cast my glance down the stairs only to learn that they've led to the basement.

No, that's the wrong way to put it.

Those stairs, they've lead to THE basement.

Even though my perspective was fairly limited, I could already see a full-sized pool table and a set of gaming machines aligned over one of the basement's walls. There was also a hint of a massive fridge and by moving to the other side of the stairs I could see the corner of what appeared to be a massive, wall-fucking-sized television!

"Looking at this, I'm not sure if they want me to work or just laze around all day..." I muttered to myself before gritting my teeth and turning away.

It would be some time before Claire would wake up... a time I was set to spend properly. And wasting it on games, however great they could be, or even something as simple as touring what appeared to be the top-tier mancave...

"A waste of time is all it would be," I spoke out loud mostly to convince my very own self. And with those words in my mouth, I turned my back to the stairs before moving back to the workshop proper and taking a proper look around it.

Even though the delivery of all the things we've ordered with Clarie only came this morning, there were already several open boxes filled with all sorts of stuff for me to play around with, all neatly stacked in a place where they wouldn't obstruct my way regardless of what equipment I needed to use.

They weren't all that far from the center of the room either, saving me the time on the trips necessary to grab whatever parts or ingredients I needed.

"Should I try starting with a sword?" I muttered to myself, only to quickly gave up on the idea.

Sure, it sounded fun both to craft and then to wield. Who knew, it could maybe even have some beneficial effects on my cultivation, but...

But a sword was a weapon used by nobles rather than your everyday soldiers in the annals of history not only because it was one of the more complex weapons to learn how to handle, but also because it was something that could cost one hell of a pretty penny to make.

And while sure, in my current situation, money didn't seem to be an issue when it came to anything short of buying entire companies or investing in the stock market or real estate... The high price of a sword didn't come around just because, but due to just how hard it was on craftsmen to prepare a proper blade for it.

"Maybe I should go with something simpler, like an axe? Or maybe a spear?"

Those two were much easier both to wield, as proved by how commonly those two were used in history, but also to prepare, given how the generals of the past didn't seem to mind throwing thousands of those at the farmers they would conscript for their wars.

And given the skill and the mortality rate of those conscripts, a spear or an axe appeared to be a weapon cheap enough to match the cost of their lives, thus making it a weapon extremely simple to prepare.

Yet, while I opted not to try making a sword for practical reasons when it came to spears and axes...

"I just don't feel it, huh?" I muttered to myself, almost feeling like crying over the emptiness that replaced the creative center in my brain.

And then, it dawned upon me.

A single historical episode from the past so far down I couldn't consider it anything more but a fairy tale... but recent enough for there to be proper historical records about it.

One instance when a certain nation rose up against its oppressors and included in their army the unit of scythemen, former farmers who took the tools of their trade to go and cut a bloody path through the occupying soldiers to their freedom.

A weapon that was perfectly impractical if not outright nonsensical, given the immense casualty rate that historical unit suffered... But a weapon with a cool factor great enough to get my creative juices flowing again!

"So, I'm going to make a scythe, huh?" I spoke to no one else but myself, finally allowing my eyes to move back to the selection of the materials accessible to me that I'd worked hard to neatly display directly on the floor.

"No, you are going to go and get breakfast with me," Claire said, proving that my ability to sense others was extremely subpar when compared to my ability to come up with random bullshit I wanted to craft.