"I don't accept those odds," Alvian muttered.
He tapped into his SSS-Rank talent. "Use two daily charges of [Super Upgrade System]. Force the integration. Override physical limitations."
The starlight anvil roared to life. Blinding white light erupted from the forge, engulfing the nuclear missile and the three mythical items. The heat in the room spiked so violently that the air rippled with mirages. Alvian didn't step back. He stood his ground, raising his hands and physically manipulating the streams of mana, forcing the conflicting elements together.
It was like trying to shove a hurricane into a teacup. The [Tear of the Infinite] in his chest spun frantically, pumping thousands of units of mana into the forge every second to stabilize the reaction. The fire of the dragon fought the water of the core. The Earth's physical metal groaned, threatening to crack under the pressure of the raw data.
