I Became a Raid Boss

“What is this? How… How is this even possible…?”

The dwarf’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared intently at the ring. He knew it couldn’t be true, yet the fervor in his gaze was so intense that I half-wondered if he was worried the ring would wear down under his scrutiny.

All traces of worry about his lost Dragon Orb had long vanished from his excited expression.

‘These dwarves, I swear…’

With the exception of a few eccentrics, nearly all dwarves are devoted to creating excellent items with utmost passion and dedication. They take pride in their craftsmanship, but they aren’t so arrogant as to not recognize superior work when they see it. Read full story at NoveI[F]ire.net

It’s said that they used to be that way in the distant past, but I wouldn’t know about that.

Naturally, it’s rare to come across an item that can satisfy their discerning eyes. Even if they casually hammer something together, it ends up being superior to what most blacksmiths can create. How could anything mediocre catch their attention?

So, the dwarf’s reaction right now was proof that the ring I was wearing was far from ordinary.

“Can’t you just take it off and show him? …He’s asking if you could,” Da-eun translated for me.