Infinite Paths: The Raging Phoenix-Chapter 980: Hammer guy

With their newly developed strategy in action, Rain and his team swiftly navigated through the challenges of the second floor. Employing their synchronized attacks, they efficiently dismantled wave after wave of the creatures that the dungeon hurled at them. Their coordinated efforts minimized energy consumption while maximizing their progress.

Their rapid advancement eventually brought them to the entrance of the third level. At this juncture, the group remained steadfastly focused on the looming task ahead. The atmosphere crackled with determination, but amidst the intensity, Rain pondered whether it was time to pause for a breather.

As they stood at the threshold of the third level, Rain took a moment to assess the situation. Despite the group's seamless progress and unwavering determination, the fatigue from the continuous battles lingered, albeit subtly. He glanced at his family, noticing the faint signs of weariness on their faces.

"We will rest here for two hours and eat something," Rain declared. "This dungeon is different from the others, and since the floors are massive, I can't imagine it having more than five floors."

Danny, Annie, and Sealyn still felt fine, so they wondered if they truly needed such a pause. Still, after seeing their mothers sitting down and then sighing and relaxing, they soon felt that their bodies weren't at tip-top condition… even if they didn't use their bodies that much, the tension worn down their minds.

"If you have some time, I would like to talk about Maxime," Larisa said.

"About who?" Rain asked while frowning.

"... The hammer guy," Larisa said. "We explained things to them and he is aware of the situation now, but something is off."

"Yes, it makes sense… you guys didn't bother me for a couple of hours," Rain said. "The world might be ending thanks to that."

"Whatever, we can tell that he has a lot of power, but he didn't look like someone brave enough to approach the first dragons to find a way to obtain their power," Larisa explained. "Even if we don't like that woman's presence, we don't show as much fear as him."

"Now you understand my position and why I am wary around you guys," Rain said. "From my perspective, you all are very suspicious."

"It stings a bit when you say that out loud," Larisa said.

From Larisa's perspective, there lingered a sense of frustration tinged with pride. She and the other spirits had played important roles in combating threats in the past. They were among the few humans who possessed the capability to confront these dangers head-on, a fact that deserved recognition and respect.

However, the acknowledgment of their deeds came with its own set of consequences. Rain's wariness toward them came from their history and abilities. Just like the dragons, who wielded immense power and viewed themselves as superior to others, the spirits might easily fall into a similar mindset. Rain's concerns were grounded in the idea that power often revealed the true nature of individuals.

For Rain, power was a revealing force, capable of exposing the deepest facets of one's character. His cautious approach toward the spirits embedded in the weapons was a product of this belief. While he respected their strength and the contributions they made in the past, he remained wary due to the uncertainty surrounding their intentions and moral compass.

Rain felt that his lack of familiarity with these spirits and their motivations made it challenging to fully trust them.

"I am going to ask him later, but did you learn anything useful from him?" Rain asked.

"What is the point of asking if you don't trust my words?" Larisa asked and then sighed. "I can't say that I learned anything directly from him, but I guess considering his behavio, he was more of a mechanic than a warrior, so perhaps you should test your crafting skills as well when using the hammer."

Rain contemplated Larisa's idea, intrigued by the idea of the hammer offering insights into crafting rather than simply enhancing combat abilities. However, he couldn't shake off the feeling of skepticism toward the concept. Throughout his experiences with relics and artifacts, their effects were often straightforward and connected to elemental powers, albeit to varying degrees.

The notion of a weapon directly influencing his crafting skills seemed peculiar.

Rain's understanding of relics was predominantly associated with elemental attributes or abilities that aligned with the relic's nature. While he acknowledged the enigmatic properties of the ominous sword and its unconventional effects, it still had an elemental connection, albeit less direct or apparent.

In any case, he might as well test that and see what happens… that would make the hammer guy recover his memories faster and thus reveal what kind of person he was. Once dinner was over, Rain decided to do that… but he didn't notice anything different when he tried to create an iron sword. It didn't cost less mana, nor did he feel more skilled.

Still, Rain did some other tests and eventually figured things out. When Rain grabbed the sword, it felt lighter than it should have been… when he swung it down half-heartedly, it cut the air and also sent a weak shockwave that hit the wall and left a mark on it.

"... What are you doing?" Terra asked.

"Checking the effects of the hammer, it looks like it can improve the quality of the items I make considerably," Rain rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Still, I guess it only works when creating weapons, armor, and accessories."

Keen on checking the peculiar influence of the hammer on his craftsmanship, Rain delved deeper into his experimentation. Crafting a variety of weapons became his focus as he meticulously observed the subtleties of their construction.

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What Rain found was not only surprising but also strangely reassuring. The enhancements extended beyond the usual swords and shields. Even when crafting more intricate and less familiar weapons like flails and warhammers, Rain noticed a distinct improvement in their quality.

What's more, when Rain held these weapons, he experienced an uncanny sense of proficiency. It was an inexplicable sensation, as though he had spent years mastering the handling of these specialized arms…