Inner Voice: All Heroines Hear My Inner Voice Chapter 944 944: Do you know God Eiji?

Within Valka's Crimson Chamber, the atmosphere was thick and heavy. The air, saturated with the acrid scents of sulfur and hot iron, permeated the fireproof stone walls. A colossal furnace dominated the room, roaring like a captive dragon, its reddish-orange glow casting dynamic shadows that danced across dozens of meticulously arranged forging tools. Hanging on the walls were numerous prototypes of high-level weapons, potent enough to equip a small army of adventurers.

Eiji surveyed his surroundings, a sense of awe evident on his face. Beside him, Hestia stood equally captivated, this being her first visit to such a place.

Hephaestus, a proud expression gracing her features, stood near the central forge anvil. "This is my personal workshop, Eiji. You are welcome to use it as you see fit."

Had Tsubaki or the rest of her familia overheard this declaration, they would surely have been overcome with envy. After all, it was Hephaestus's own private workshop!

Ordinarily, only Hephaestus herself had the privilege of using this space to craft exclusive weapons and equipment with her own hands.

Yet, here she was, offering its use to an individual who wasn't even a member of her familia.

"Your workshop is truly incredible, Hephaestus. Are you absolutely certain? You aren't worried I might accidentally damage your precious equipment?" Eiji inquired, a smile playing on his lips as he met the red-haired goddess's gaze.

Hephaestus's cheeks flushed subtly, reminiscent of a maiden unable to bear the sight of her crush smiling at her. Folding her hands beneath her ample breasts, she replied, "If that were to happen, I would simply have to forge it anew."

[Hephaestus, you are far too humble and unfailingly kind towards me.]

Indeed. Hephaestus, is this truly the same goddess I know!?

Eiji's inner voice resonated, prompting Hestia to glance at her closest friend with a puzzled expression, a question forming in her mind.

Hephaestus feigned a cough, gesturing towards the main forging anvil beside her. "Pray, use this anvil, Eiji. It is fashioned from the deepest basalt stone found within the Dungeon and painstakingly reinforced with dragon's blood. If your purported abilities are genuine, this forge will certainly not disappoint."

"Thank you. In that case, I shall commence immediately."

Wasting no further time, Eiji approached the rack of forging tools, selecting several implements with practiced ease.

Hephaestus moved to Hestia's side, and the two women retreated to a respectful distance, ensuring Eiji's concentration remained unbroken. Merely by observing the tools Eiji had chosen, Hephaestus immediately recognized his profound understanding of a true blacksmith's craft.

However, the extent of his knowledge remained yet to be seen.

She could only observe his subsequent actions with keen interest.

As Eiji positioned himself beside the forging anvil, the very air around him seemed to transform. It wasn't just that his legendary blacksmithing skills granted him an innate familiarity with forging equipment; he now emanated an aura akin to God Grid himself during the fervor of creation.

From his inventory, he produced a metal bar – it was a common material, one that his women had acquired from the 20th floor of the Dungeon. Hephaestus recognized the metal instantly. Yet, what truly widened her eyes was the sight of Eiji channeling his own magic into the bar, causing it to shimmer with an unusual silvery-black hue, its surface pulsing rhythmically like a living heart.

"What is this technique? That metal… I can sense a will within it! Does the metal possess consciousness?!"

Eiji responded, "As expected of the Goddess of Smithing, your intuition serves you well. This is my unique forging technique, and it is merely the prelude."

He then cast the metal into a furnace burning with exceptionally intense flames. However, using his magic, he further amplified the heat, coaxing the flames within the furnace to blaze with a blinding white light before employing his telekinetic abilities to retrieve the incandescent metal.

Subsequently, he began to swing the hammer in his grasp, striking the metal upon the forging anvil. His movements were astonishingly swift. The percussive sound of the hammer blows was not the familiar, rhythmic 'ting-ting-ting,' but rather a continuous, thunderous rumble akin to a machine gun's rapid fire. Each impact sent shockwaves through the central chamber, causing Hestia's twin tails to whip back and forth incessantly.

"Wow! Hephaestus, look! His hands are moving so fast, they're creating afterimages! And the flames have turned white!"

"Do your hands usually move that quickly when you forge weapons?"

Hestia exclaimed, pointing excitedly at Eiji, who was now fully immersed in his Legendary Blacksmith mode.

Hephaestus's lips twitched slightly. "Hestia, have you forgotten that goddesses like us cannot freely employ Arcanum in the mortal world? My own hands cannot achieve such speed... and even in the heavens, when I could wield my divine power, I never struck materials with such velocity. Eiji's forging technique is entirely distinct from my own."

Hestia, lacking the sensibilities of a blacksmith, didn't fully grasp the nuances, but she recognized that Eiji was, once again, exhibiting extraordinary capabilities.

Within a mere span of hours—not even a full day—Eiji had successfully crafted several pieces of equipment.

His Legendary Blacksmith skill also bestowed upon him eyes capable of discerning the inherent qualities of any equipment or object. Through the application of his magic, he conjured a sophisticated optical illusion, enabling Hephaestus and Hestia to perceive the world precisely as he did.

To be more exact, it resembled a status window, detailing the name, description, and abilities of each item of equipment.

[Valhalla's Whisper - Longsword]

Description: This sword boasts a slender blade, the color of obsidian glass, a transparent black hue. Ancient rune engravings run along the blade's back, glowing blue with each user's breath.

Abilities: Weight Manipulation. While capable of weighing up to 500kg during a swing, the sword feels feather-light to its wielder. It possesses a 40% Ignore Defense effect and the Soul Bound ability, ensuring the sword returns to its owner's hand if released.

[Dragon-Scale Sovereign - Full Plate Mail]

Description: Unlike rigid steel armor, this set is composed of thousands of interlocking tiny scales. This design grants it the flexibility of leather while maintaining impossible durability. Its color is a deep red accented with gold.

Abilities: Grants Absolute Physical Immunity against attacks below Level 4. It is equipped with the Fire Absorption attribute, converting any incoming fire attack into stamina for the wearer.

[Ghost Step Gauntlets]

Description: These are thin metal gauntlets extending up to the elbows. They are so light that the wearer barely feels their presence.

Ability: Spatial Distortion. This allows the user to perform a short-range

"Hestia, I already crafted a weapon for Bell, didn't I? Don't be overly greedy and take advantage of Eiji's kindness." Hephaestus scolded her close friend.

"But, but it's a weapon... Bell-kun still lacks proper armor and gauntlets. The last time he ventured into the dungeon, he returned gravely injured, having nearly perished multiple times. I am merely concerned for his well-being... I am certainly not forcing Eiji, of course."

Hestia's shoulders slumped, her expression becoming one of pitiful distress.

Hephaestus regarded her with a flat expression.

Given Eiji's apparent ability to effortlessly replicate the equipment she forged, Hestia suddenly conceived an idea to benefit her familia members.

She had been worried about offending Eiji.

However, the man showed no signs of anger and maintained his smile.

"Bell, you say? I still recall that young man. Instead of replicating this set, I wouldn't mind crafting a distinct one for him."

Pondering the protagonist, Eiji suddenly had a thought.

An impish thought, to be precise.

"Really?" Hestia brightened, her face lifting with cheerfulness. She then recalled herself and added with embarrassment, "B-But I don't possess much Valis to compensate you..."

"I have no shortage of Valis. In return—" He lowered his head, gazing at the diminutive goddess, and let out a soft chuckle. "Compensate me with any favors I might desire from you in the future."

"Is that all?" Hestia underestimated the potential favors Eiji might request later. Yet, from this proximity, and seeing the look in his eyes, she felt as though they were the only two individuals in the room. Her face flushed with heat at that moment, and she agreed, "I accept."

"....." Hephaestus endured.

She felt as though the two individuals before her were engaging in a flirtatious exchange, sparking her jealousy!

This was her domain, her very workshop.

How had she suddenly become the unwanted third party?

[Hestia's positive sentiment towards the Harem King has increased: 74 --> 75 (Gratitude + Profound Indebtedness + Overwhelmed by Your Kindness, Leading to Love)]

[As expected of our King! Your mastery in ensnaring a woman's heart is truly unparalleled!]

Leme offered fervent praise to her host.

Eiji was momentarily lost for words until the System chimed in.

[To deceive a woman in such circumstances...]

[Host, you are a true beast, the very apex of NTR villains!]

'Miss System, I beseech you, retract those words. I am a warrior of genuine love! I have never deceived any woman.'

The System feigned deafness.

Outwardly, Eiji suppressed a chuckle and commenced crafting a set of armor and gauntlets for Bell. He resolved not to squander Hestia's moved heart by his kindness, aiming to create something respectable, though not superior to the divine equipment intended for his own women.

Let there be no misunderstanding; this also served his grand design to cultivate Bell's profound affection for him, ensuring that in the future, he could only force a smile when observing Bell and his goddess emerge from the same chamber, offering a cheerful morning greeting.

Miss System: You may not grasp this, but this individual harbors countless NTR schemes within his mind.

Within the Hestia Familia's residence, an abandoned church.

Bell abruptly awoke from his slumber, a persistent sense of unease unsettling his heart once more.

Hestia's prolonged absence, even past noon, did little to alleviate his anxiety.

"Where has Kami-sama gone? Is she not returning for lunch?"

The thought of lunch reminded Bell of his hunger, and he naively disregarded the subtle feeling of something being taken from him.

He changed his attire and resolved to visit the Hostess of Fertility for a midday meal.

His innocent demeanor garnered a warm welcome from Anya, yet Bell harbored a secret hope that Syr would engage in her usual playful teasing.

Do not be deceived by the protagonist's guileless facade; what man does not yearn for encounters with beautiful women? This is especially true for Bell, who was profoundly influenced by his grandfather, Zeus.

Prior to Eiji's arrival in this world, Freya, disguised as Syr, had frequently flirted with him and even provided complimentary meals.

Although Bell harbored romantic aspirations towards Ais, he did not maintain a distance from women like Syr, who often initiated playful advances. However, as he deliberately prolonged his meal—he found no sign of Syr.

"Is Syr-san perhaps on leave?"

Hearing his quiet musings, Mia, who was coincidentally delivering a beer to another table, chuckled and approached him. "Ah, young man, if you are seeking Syr, you are too late. Just before you arrived, she dressed herself impeccably and took half the day off to meet another gentleman."

"E-Ehhh!? Syr-san dressed so beautifully to... I see. I was just wondering where she might be!"

Bell flinched like a startled rabbit, taken aback by Mia's words and embarrassed that his thoughts had been overheard. Nonetheless, he failed to notice the slight grimace that touched his features. Learning that Syr had put on her finest attire to meet another man, he couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity about her intentions?

Could it be that she was going on a date!?

And not with him, but rather...

A bitter smile touched Bell's lips. He couldn't quite pinpoint the reason for the ache in his chest. After all, his relationship with Syr was hardly defined, though he undeniably cherished the kindness she had shown him previously. So why did the thought of her potentially dating someone else stir such discomfort within him?

The sole woman who truly held his affection was Ais!

Bell attempted to reassure himself, yet a palpable gloom settled over him. This was the common predicament for protagonists like himself when they discovered the women in their vicinity harbored affections for other men. A sense of panic would invariably set in, leaving them unsure of how to proceed.

It was a stark contrast to the original narrative where they were the sole men capable of captivating the heroines, relishing the adoration to such an extent that they faced the arduous task of choosing.

Now, Bell was forced to confront the reality of having a love rival!

"Oh, my." Mia couldn't help but notice the rather unflattering expression currently adorning her face.

Her intention had been to elicit a stronger reaction from him, but the outcome proved disheartening. The young man, once favored by her former goddess, was far too passive. He hadn't even mustered the courage to inquire about the identity of the man Syr intended to meet.

Had he asked, Mia would have readily revealed that the man in question was a god named Eiji.