"...You should know the gist of how this all started. Robert spent a thousand years in the Restricted Area, hammering away at his forge day after day. He eventually became the Crowned King of the Casting Realm. After I met him, he began forging the Godslaying Blade to rebel against the Gods.
In the end, he succeeded, but it also cost him his life."
Hermes drank the last of the noodle soup and casually tossed the container—which vanished mid-air—and sighed. "To pursue an even more perfect Godslaying Blade, he decided to sacrifice his own life to empower it.
Before the final forging began, I asked him why he didn't choose to live. He had the potential to ascend to godhood and could have personally sought revenge against the Gods in the future. But he just calmly replied that he was tired.
The thousands of years of tedious smithing had become a form of torture for him. For a millennium, every single day and night, he yearned for his family, his girlfriend, and the life he once had.
