Chapter 90- Weapon smith
"I might be lucky to find you at the lowest point of your life, Surben," Cruxius said, holding a metal rod that looked like a sword not yet fully forged. He glanced at the blind man, whose walking stick had just been stopped by Darithi.
The blind man stood still, subtly tilting his head to catch the sound and assess the situation unfolding around him.
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"Wh-who are you?!" Surben was clearly taken aback. First, the intruder knew his name, and second, he wasn’t alone—he had come with a woman. This suggested they weren’t here just for petty theft.
Especially considering the force that woman seemed to possess, it was evident she had some kind of superpower.
Naturally, for someone with a superpower to infiltrate the home of a blind man—who possessed nothing but a few clothes and a cat—was deeply suspicious.
"Oh, me? I’m Cruxius Blac. You might’ve heard about me on your radio," Cruxius said, recalling the days he saw this man at the peak of his career—still listening to the outdated FM radios for news since he couldn’t see, yet renowned as one of the top three weapon masters, often hired by heroes who preferred gauntlets or minimal bodily enhancements.
Superpowers granted heroes strength, of course, but sometimes a small enhancement—a strong weapon—could make them comparable to the higher-ranked ones.
A powerful weapon could deal a fatal blow to a monster, making it the choice of certain heroes, though in today’s world, it was often seen as shameful.
Simply put, having a weapon as a hero implied weakness—a crutch to compensate for a lack of power.
That’s why weapons were mostly used by low-ranking heroes. At least, that was the case until a few weaponsmiths—like the man in front of him—rose to prominence.