Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2037: Mold

Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...

The protagonist delivered the first batch of divine energy blades for the experimental anti-corruption swords, but their irregular, abstract shapes—likened to modern art—proved impossible to fit properly onto the dwarven handles. Testing revealed severe balance issues, with the blades catching the air and sending wielders tumbling, confirming the weapons were unusable in combat. Though the researchers claimed the blades as valuable samples, the group confronted the core problem: the protagonist's struggle to shape the energy into precise forms, easily altering simple dimensions but faltering with complex ones. As frustration mounted, a dwarf proposed using a reference mold to guide the creation process.

After the dwarf spoke those words, everyone turned peculiar gazes toward him.

They appeared ready to voice some objection, yet simultaneously, no clear counterargument came to their minds.

Indeed, this approach truly looked like it could succeed.

Having a template or blueprint would certainly help ensure the blades formed precisely as intended.

Still, the fix felt overly straightforward.

Something about employing molds for crafting with divine energy struck as off.

Employing this method with divine energy simply didn't sit well.

"It seems like there’s no better solution." I uttered slowly, pausing for the group's input. More accurately, I hoped for at least one dissent.

Yet in the end, silence prevailed from all.

Judging by their reactions, a provisional consensus had formed among them.

Facing the dwarf who proposed it, I inquired, "Can you make a mold for the blade then?"

The dwarf hesitated, his features twisting as if lost in contemplation.

Eventually, he replied, "It’s possible to make a mold, but what kind of mold do you want?"

This prompted me to arch an eyebrow skeptically.

Noticing my reaction, the dwarf explained, "There are different kinds of molds out there. There are complete molds that we just pour the melted metal into and that cools into the shape that we want."

As he spoke, his forehead furrowed, and he appended, "But things that are created through this method contain no soul at all and they can’t really be considered real weapons."

The fellow dwarves nodded along in support.

This stemmed from their unyielding pride as artisans, a core they refused to compromise.

For the non-craftsmen present, such sentiments naturally didn't resonate.

Then the dwarf went on, "Other than this, we can also create a mold just for the shape of the blade. It won’t help with the thickness or anything else, but it will at least help you imagine the shape of the blade itself."

He proceeded to describe various mold varieties, though I had already settled on the ideal type—no further details required.

Truthfully, just one option made sense from the start.

"Just make the complete mold, there’s no need to make things that complicated." I stated once the dwarf finished detailing the options.

His face fell immediately upon hearing me.

Not alone—the other dwarves mirrored his dismayed looks.

Clearly, opposition to this mold type ran deep among them.

Their artisan fervor rebelled against resorting to such a shortcut.

Observing their faces, I remarked evenly, "What we’re creating are just disposable items that will be used once. It isn’t as if we’re creating some kind of masterpiece."

The dwarves recognized the truth in that, yet acceptance proved difficult.

They seemed poised to protest, but found no allies in the room.

These divine energy blades were primarily for battling the forces of Destruction, and against corruption energy, they'd likely shatter after use.

Thus, even a grand creation would inevitably break soon enough.

The dwarves could grasp that logic.

"Don’t you think that those that wield these swords will be much stronger with proper swords that have a soul behind them."

With this plea, I realized the dwarves were grasping at straws to sway the discussion.

By now, their desperation shone through in every word.

Still, this stalled our plans, forcing my hand with the ultimate rebuttal—one I'd rather avoid, but options dwindled.

"The weapon itself doesn’t really matter, the only thing that matters when fighting against the forces of Destruction is the power of the divine energy inside of the weapon."

Grim expressions clouded the dwarves' faces right away.

Yet not a word escaped them, as refutation eluded their grasp.

Truly, this remark silenced them completely.

I'd held back earlier because it pierced the heart of their craft—undermining the foundational pride they cherished as makers.

Hence my reluctance to deploy it initially.

Lacking any comeback, they reluctantly began the task.

Or better phrased, they dove into the labor to escape dwelling on it.

Thanks to their expert abilities, completing the mold took little time.

Once ready, I held the mold and pondered the infusion process.

Ultimately, I instructed them to add an opening at one end for channeling in the divine energy.