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Chapter 318: Arkumash’s Divine Forge

[Name: Arkumash’s Divine Forge

Description: Arkumash is often cited as the first of the dragons. After sacrificing himself for his race—ascending to the divine realm and delivering death directly to the gods—his eternal flame was entrusted to the dwarves, who built Arkumash’s Divine Forge.

The Divine Forge of Arkumash possesses flames capable of melting even adamantine, and was said to have been lost to time.

The Divine Forge of Arkumash has enough space to accommodate up to a thousand blacksmiths, with one main forge and several secondary forges.

While working in Arkumash, dwarves can enter a state where the forge itself provides everything their bodies need to survive. In this state, dwarves will work five times as efficiently and will not need to sleep or eat.

Interrupting a dwarf in this state is considered a grave insult.

Human workers are unable to withstand the heat of Arkumash without using their aura or mana. If they are below the fourth stage, they will quickly become exhausted.

Items crafted in the Divine Forge of Arkumash will have their rank increased by 1. An S-Rank item becomes an SS-Rank item.

A magical vein is required for the forge to operate at its full potential.

This is a fragmented version of the Divine Forge of Arkumash. Gather the other four fragments to restore it to its full power.

Effects: +700% manufacturing speed, +200% quality of forged items, +300% stamina for blacksmiths inside.

All these bonuses will be applied at 50% efficiency to all Goldenveil blacksmiths.

Price: 3,000,000]

Looking at the stats shining before his eyes, Ethan didn’t hesitate for a single moment before clicking to purchase the Divine Forge, selecting a spacious plot of land not far from his palace.

With those combined effects, a thousand dwarf workers would produce as much as tens of thousands.

No soldier of Goldenveil would lack weapons or armor—not as long as there was metal and blacksmiths to work it.

Three million one hundred thousand gold coins vanished from his coffers as he integrated the entire structure into Goldenveil’s infrastructure.

Taking a step back, Ethan watched the enormous forge take shape before him. It stood much lower than the tower and the palace, yet stretched across the grounds with an imposing width that dominated everything around it.

A vast, square structure crowned by a vaulted dome materialized before his eyes. Black walls rose gloriously into the sky, curving in majestic arches around a gigantic black steel door that must have easily weighed several hundred metric tons.

Ethan gazed at the exterior with shining eyes, turning his face just in time to see two figures approaching along the stone path.

It was Arwen and Elena, walking side by side.

The neckline of one revealing enormous elven tits as white as fresh snow, while the other’s exposed juicy, dark tits the color of melted chocolate.

"W-what is that thing?" Elena’s lips parted in sheer shock, her eyes going wide at the colossal structure.

She had just stepped out of the magic tower, where she’d spoken briefly with Alice, and now found herself facing a structure not much inferior in majesty.

"It’s a Divine Forge—and one fueled by the fire of Arkumash, no less," Arwen said. "Have you heard of it?" she asked with an amused smile playing on her lips.

"Yes... ah..." Elena shook her head slowly, her delicate fingers trailing up to trace the exposed tops of her large, heavy breasts.

Her fingertips sank lightly into the soft, dark flesh, the plump mounds melting beneath her touch as if made of pure silk.

"Even today, I still can’t believe the husband manages to get all this by paying just a few hundred thousand gold coins."

"This one cost three million, actually," Ethan corrected her in a light, playful tone, drawing closer to his two beautiful wives.

His hands slid down to both their waists, so slender they seemed too fragile to support the weight of those lush tits, and he pulled the women firmly against him.

His chest was broad and powerful, yet even so, there wasn’t enough room to accommodate those two enormous pairs of breasts, the plush flesh compressing against him.

"Nghnn~~ Your dwarf blacksmiths are going to love this place, even though it’s weaker than the original," Arwen purred softly, her nipples hardening under the pressure against his body.

"Yes... was it still standing in your era?" Ethan asked, curious.

"I was the one who destroyed it, actually. After that, the Dwarven Empire collapsed amid a series of bloody civil wars. It wasn’t the main goal, but it worked out well," Arwen replied with a casual shrug, as if commenting on the weather.

After a brief moment, she noticed the strange looks on Ethan and Elena’s faces.

"What’s the matter? War is cruel. They tried to burn one of our Trees of Life to force the forest to retreat and turn everything into a gigantic mining area."

"It was a terrible day for their race, but I’d rather see their people crying than mine." Her voice grew a little colder, old memories burning behind those green eyes.

"I can’t judge you, love." Ethan smiled, leaning toward Arwen and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

He, too, preferred others’ mothers to weep rather than his own.

This was a world where selfishness was a necessity for those who truly wanted to protect what was theirs.

"Hmm... let’s take a look at the facilities. I want to get everything up and running right now," he said, his hands tracing the curves of both women until they cupped the sides of their enormous breasts.

With a gentle tug, he pressed the two pairs together. Snow-white flesh met rich chocolate in a soft, plush kiss, the plump globes flattening against one another.

A sensual moan escaped both their lips in perfect unison, and Ethan simply smiled, satisfied.

Ethan heaved open the gigantic door and stepped into the Divine Forge, pure enchantment washing over him.

Blood-red flames already danced fiercely in every secondary forge, while the imposing main forge at the center roared with a heat that seemed to bend the very air around it.

That place had everything.

Warehouses capable of holding countless metric tons of metal, equipment set up to produce everything from swords and pickaxes to full suits of armor, a dedicated area for weapon testing—all meticulously organized down to the smallest detail.

After confirming that every corner was in order, Ethan placed Garrick in charge of the site.

The burly dwarf nearly broke down in tears of emotion as he guided his subordinates to the many forges scattered throughout the hall.

And so, with Garrick operating the Divine Forge of Goldenveil and Alice and Veronica organizing the Golden Tower, ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Unbeknownst to Ethan, not far from there, a group of over a hundred women—almost all of them mages—could already see the walls of Goldenveil rising majestically on the horizon.