Fuck up.

Later the same day, we had a visitor in the evening. "What are you doing here?" I asked him.

The man before me was wearing a silky white t-shirt that left his thin but muscle packed arms, below he was wearing dirt brown leather pants. Michael had kept a well trimmed beard since the last time I saw him.

"I live here, do you see the perks? Only an idiot would not accept this. I tell you working for the guy who runs the whole freaking city has it's perks." He said as he took a sip from his cup.

Hearing his words I couldn't help but nod in agreement, I just got here I regretted nothing. I was already planning on becoming filthy rich by selling my overpowered swords, but honestly doing that was a sure way of getting your self killed or worse use.

Just imagining a situation where I had no choice but to work for an evil boss who kidnapped my family gave some chills. And there was a large possibility of that happening.

"how many people work for him?" I asked thinking about our arrangements.

"Don't worry, the count has very high standards, honestly I was quite shocked when he picked you, your strength although impressive was not that I catching especially with your lack of skill." He said taking another sip, 'must be good wine.' I thought before taking a sip from my cup as well.

"But your sword, that Sword was definitely something, when he looked into you and found out that you were a gifted and an enchanter, well... That caught his attention." Michael chuckled as he finished.

"How did he-" I wanted to ask, but then remembered that I wasn't the only one from my village, he might have asked some random farmers from my village who new me qnd the pieces would easily for into place.

Michael nodded as he looked at me contemplating, "you have a good head on your shoulder kid, but let me give you some advice, Count Leon owns us and our family, my suggestion; follow the rules, do what he asks and don't think about anything illegal. The only thing the count hates more than disobedience is dirtying his back yard." He sighs a little helplessly before continuing. "basically if the count says jump, you jump, got it?"

Michael walks out of the house after a few hours of talking about our situation. Honestly I didn't mind, I will live a long life with my family before dying of old age or some weird disease. Either way my life in this world was set in stone, get rich, leave a lot of descendants and die, normal life shit.

Later that night I fucked my wife to sleep, I had made sure the kids slept on the other side of the house, to avoid waking them with the continuous banging.

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STR: 40

DEX: 45

WIS: 39

MGK: 25

...

SP: 39

Looking at my status I can't help but smirk at the absurdity of the magic stat, that fucking stat actually started getting more expensive ten points earlier than any of the stats.

Was it that special? 'guess I will find out tomorrow.' I said as I notice the timer count down.

The next day I wake as usual, and start getting ready. This new living style was absolutely wonderful, flesh bread cooked right at home and bathroom that wasn't the backyard.

Walking down the road I notice that this street has a lot of children Roaming around. Not thinking much about it I arrive at the blacksmith, and search for the head who I find giving some instructions to the other blacksmiths.

"fucking finally, come, follow me."

Honestly this guy was getting on my nerves, 'why do all short people have such an attitude.' I thought to my self.

Soon we arrived at a closed of area of the smith, it looked to be a private smithing area. "this is my own person space so don't expect to come here often. Now." The short blacksmith throw me a piece of iron before saying. "make me a sword."

I looked at the piece of metal before starting my creation, honestly I was a little curious at what new enchants I had gotten.

Heating the iron rod before starting to hammer at it, I could hear the short guy in the room groaning but I paid him no mind soon a thin Japanese styled katana was laying on the table. 'If I had some paint to decorate this bad boy it would definitely get me at least fifty dollars on Amazon.' I thought to my self as I appreciated my creation. Due to the small amount of iron I was given the blade was much thinner than normal but other then that it was still a masterpiece.

"What are you doing? You're gawking at that trash like it's a masterpiece, are you sane? Do you actually think that, that-that-that thing would go into someone and not break? Huh?" his shouts where so loud I think everyone in the building heard him.

With a sigh he placed his hands on top of it before closing his eyes, "what kind of gibberish is this?" he saw moving his hands around the blade. "I can't read this!"

I decided to check for myself after hearing his words, I placed a finger on the tip of the sword, and closed my eyes to focus. The familiar feeling of reading enchantments caresses my mind with words.

'wait this is... English.' I had completely forgotten that I was the only one who new this language in this world. Thinking about, my mind had so easily adjusted with this new world I didn't even think much about the two different languages I new.

While thinking about how I would explain my demonic writing, I read the words lingering in my mind.

[Absolute Sharpness]

[Curse of the Creator]

The two lines of text glowed in myriad of colours, they looked so simple but there meaning frightened me.

'absolute?! What the fuck does that even me, can this thing cut through anything now or what?' I thought my mind spinning out of control.

Noticing my confusion the short old man besides me pulled on my shirt, "hey kid what does it mean? Can you read this junk?"

Looking at the old man besides me I couldn't help but laugh out loud. "See this thing? It might be my most powerful creation!" I said while laughing in a mocking glee.

"fuck you, just tell me what it says!" he said in burst of anger.

Clearing my throat I gave him the direct translation of both lines of text.

Looking at me with clear doubt he started, "you're not fucking with me right? What does that even mean, a-and how can you read that shit."

"It's a simple language I made when I was younger." I gave bullshit explanation hoping it would suffice.

Obviously it didn't work, the old man simply looked at me with doubt. Grabbing the sword he said that he needed to take it to some appraisers and the count.

Obviously I asked why, he had simply turned and gave me a very stern look before saying; "Kid if what you said is true then you just made the most powerful sword in this words history, heck this sword would be worth more than this entire kingdom. So I will need to make sure it's true, and for your sake pray it's not, otherwise your family will either be coveted or hunted."

Those words had given me the chills, if what he said was true then I was the goose that laid the golden eggs. 'what the fuck was I thinking? Pumping so much mana into one blade, fuckkkkk."

After that I waited the whole day for old man to return, sadly he didn't.

I got back home in a bad mood, I could feel my stress rising and not the kind that can be released by sex, just pure self admonishing stress. 'fuck me, what kind of idiot does that?' I thought while laying in bed. Sana besides me had noticed and was trying to get me out of my mood.

Late in the night I was still awake, my heart didn't let me sleep, I felt like my exam results were coming out Tomorrow. Suddenly a knock came from the door.

'At this hour, am I going to die here?' grabbing my sword I look at the window, I could see the head blacksmith with the count. 'What the actual fuck! Did I fail the exam?' I made some dumb jokes at my current situation.

Walking down the stairs I open the front door, am greeted by a row of guards surrounding my house, "Mr Jacob you might want to come with us, please." Leon said, after looking at my sword he added the please.

"oh fuck of kid drop the toy sword, we are trying to help you." The old man added as came over and pulled me by the wrist.

....

As we rode in the counts carriage I couldn't help but ask, "what about my family?"

"They will join you tomorrow, my assistant will talk to them for now." He said in a serious tone.

"Kid do you know what you have made? Do you even have an idea?" he said in a serious tone.

"A very sharp toy?" I said trying to rift the wavy atmosphere in the carriage.

But hearing my response the old man looked infuriated. "You piece of shi-" but before he could continue the count raised his voice.

"Enough, Balan." He said looking at the old man.

"Look... Jacob, what you have made is... A little special, not just ground breaking but sigh. All you have to know is that from now onwards you will live with me in the estate to ensure your safety."

"damn that impressive, huh." A voice suddenly says coming from the front of the carriage.

"Michael? What are you doing here." I said looking through the small window, Michael was our driver.

"The boss didn't want to spread the word, everyone here can keep there mouths tight so don't worry to much." He said not even looking back.

The count suddenly leaned over resting his head on his grasped hands "now back to business, how many do you think you can make?" he said staring at me.

I swallowed a big lamp before answering. "not-not a lot." I cursed myself at my stuttering speech.

"not a good liar this one." The old man scoffed at my attempt.

"Am not going to give you a grand speech of how I care and how I will protect you and your family, but I will say my part, among all the nobles in this kingdom I am the most likely to keep you safe, my hold over the kingdoms economy is... Above average. Am just asking you to work for me and I will promise you, greater returns in exchange." He paused.

"just imagine what we could do together, with my protection and your weapons we could..." As Leon was going on about his plans, a wide eyed Balan interrupted him.

"Kid, don't tell me you are planning a coup?" He said with shock written on his face.

"I wasn't-"

"But?" the old man interrupted again.

"But with his support, it's now possible, imagine an army that can cut through any walls, any army, no matter how sturdy their armour our blades would be sharper." Leon said with a deranged grin.

With a cough he adjusted his glasses and said, "but of course this is all down the line."

....

I was currently lying on a large king sized bed. My thoughts were a mess. 'what the fuck did I get my self into!' I went from a small time blacksmith to a full on traitor. My only way out at this point was death, sadly I just got this life no way am chickening out.

'Fuck it let's just go with the flow. '

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