Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2036: First batch

"What are these supposed to be?"

A embarrassed expression surfaced on my face as those words reached my ears, yet I found myself speechless since even I struggled to put a name to them.

In truth, the objects right before my eyes resembled nothing more than bizarre pieces of modern art.

Once the analysis wrapped up on the specimens I supplied, the team had cautiously decided to craft basic armaments from such substances.

As the sole creator capable of producing these items, it fell to me to deliver the crucial components.

Dwarven experts had also integrated into the workshop, so it wasn't long before they devised blueprints for these armaments—specifically, swords featuring replaceable edges.

Durability trials on my provided fragments revealed that the substances would eventually vanish upon clashing with the corruption energy.

This occurred because those fragments stemmed from divine energy.

Divine energy consumed itself when pitted against corruption energy, as the two forces neutralized one another.

Thus, gradually, the edge would erode, inspiring the concept of a throwaway version.

Through this approach, fresh edges could be fitted repeatedly onto the grips, a method the dwarves deemed optimal for forging these armaments.

Regarding those replaceable edges, it went without saying that I alone bore the responsibility of forging them.

This led directly to the emergence of these abstract art-like creations.

Following an extended hush, the dwarves examining the 'edges' I'd fashioned lifted them and attempted to secure them onto the prepared grips.

Merely a handful managed to slot into place, and even those connections felt precarious. Still, for the dwarves, such adjustments proved straightforward, as reshaping the grips posed no challenge.

Yet, even after modifying the grips to accommodate the edges, it remained evident that the resulting sword fell short of quality.

With grips tweaked to match the edges, an array of oddly shaped swords materialized.

"We won't grasp the full extent of the flaws without putting it through trials." One voice offered this hopeful remark.

However, the dwarves' expressions betrayed their lack of faith in the sword's potential. Given the dwarves' expertise, their judgment carried undeniable weight.

Nevertheless, to confirm doubts, several grasped the swords and brandished them experimentally.

It required little time for them to concede that these blades proved unusable.

The core issue lay in the utterly imbalanced weight due to the peculiar contours of the edges, rendering swings awkward. During attempts, a couple even lost control and tumbled under the sword's momentum.

The armament's unusual form snagged the air mid-swing, compelling the wielder into erratic motions.

As they sprawled on the floor, their glances toward me stirred a sense of unease within.

I merely conveyed through my look that they had insisted on the trial themselves.

Upon concluding the evaluations, the verdict stood firm: these swords were impractical for combat.

"We'll claim them regardless." The sidelined researchers declared this.

Naturally, they would accept them, as the items retained value.

Though unfit for sword assembly, the edges could serve alternative purposes, being infused with divine energy. Such divine energy exemplars were scarce, and the team eagerly seized every opportunity to acquire more.

After the researchers claimed the edges, Puffer approached and stated, "For the moment, let's address the underlying issue."

All eyes shifted my way following her words.

I'd anticipated as much, given my role in crafting the edges.

Essentially, they sought my insight into the challenges of their production.

"Forming precise contours like these proves far more demanding." I admitted with a heavy sigh.

Puffer arched an eyebrow and inquired, "Yet you reshaped the earlier specimens with ease. What changed to make it tougher now?"

"Simplicity allows for straightforward adjustments."

Grasping one edge, I thinned its width to a mere sheet's delicacy.

"Handling a single aspect demands minimal focus. But juggling multiple simultaneously..."

At that, I began reshaping the edge's full form to illustrate.

As I worked, the edge contorted, folding inward upon itself.

Witnessing this, the group began grasping the essence of my explanation.

While they couldn't fully comprehend the intricacies of such creation, they recognized its complexity. Lacking specifics on the hurdles, however, they offered no viable remedies.

The path ahead appeared blocked, with no suggestions emerging from the group.

Letting out a breath, I prepared to voice my intent to persist in my efforts.

Yet before the words escaped...

"Suppose we provided a reference model to guide him—wouldn't that simplify things? Much like molds streamline our batch production." A dwarf interjected with this idea abruptly.