Dead Man Walking: Living By Day, Dead By Night - Chapter 12: Crafting Necessary Tools

God: I shall bestow the Saintess upon you.
Pope: W- wait a moment! This is a boy!
God: That is the Saintess.
Pope: ??????

And just like that, the Saintess was raised by the church for fifteen years without any questions asked…

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[A Douluo Dalu 2: Peerless Tang Sect Fanfiction]He awakened a unique martial soul and forged unfair contracts with soul beasts.Born in obscurity, he rose as a formidable overlord amidst the chaos.He suppressed countless prodigies of his era, his talent unparalleled.He is the true Beastmaster King, the ruler of all beasts.In the shadows, he gathered strength, advancing step by step, until he reigned supreme, unifying the continent.Whether human or soul beast, he would make all beings submit and become the sole sovereign of the land.Ending the turmoil, bringing order to the world—he would ascend to the highest throne, standing above all in an era of chaos.[Multiple love interests, no simping, mastery of strategy, seizing every advantage]

Having transmigrated to a new world and becoming an ordinary Blacksmith in a Blacksmith Shop, Ye Feng shortly has the Master Blacksmith System activated.

“I saw with my own eyes that they used the finest, rustproof refined steel to make utensils and cans, filling them with just a little food, then casually throwing them away after eating.”“I saw with my own eyes that they used giant beasts as tall as mountains to devour soil and rocks, digging out underground cities, just to park their steel carriages beneath the surface.”“I saw with my own eyes that they fed glowing ores into an everlasting stellar furnace, unleashing a radiance brighter than the sun.”“I saw with my own eyes all those indescribable things.”“Their iron birds covered the sky, their steel ships filled the ocean, their war machines tore the earth asunder, and their gods walked upon the world.”“You must think I’m mad.”“But it doesn’t matter.”“It has already seen you.”——————Oil is Its blood.Thick smoke is Its breath.Ore and steel are Its food.The countless cargo ships in the harbors are Its myriad offspring.The place of origin stamped in the corner is Its silent mockery.They claim they are mere mortals.Child, you’d best not argue.You must understand:Their technology is beyond comprehension.Their production capacity is unimaginable.A mere glimpse of their creations will drive you insane.Their morale surpasses even the most fanatical worshippers of dark gods.How will you stop them?With your sword, child? Or your flesh and blood?You should be grateful that they still consider themselves mortals.——————“I’ve finished building my factory, and now you’re telling me this world runs on idealism?!”“Wait, then what the hell did I just create?”