Chapter 18

Chapter 18 Amid the resentful gazes of the knights, Logan was completely focused on the vibrating core of his heart instead. Following the broken engagement incident, Logan had replaced sleep with meditation training every night, believing it to be more efficient than forcibly training his body, which had already surpassed the level of a Force user. Indeed, it was effective, and he had become so accustomed to it that even the slightest fatigue no longer remained. However, in moments of intense hardship like the present, the Force core rapidly released and recuperated energy, becoming significantly clearer than during meditation training. Physically tired though he was, Logan could only spread a content smile at the sight of his Force core developing in realtime. It was with sincerity that Logan was able to say, Knights who train like this regularly can only be formidable. I truly admire you. Logans words, though mixed with a bit of flattery, completely blocked off any avenue of retort for Heinckel and the knights. Ha, haha, of course. Ah, thank you for your recognition, Heinckel replied with an awkward laugh, and the knights looked as if they wanted to vomit blood at the sight. Damn it, that crazy Ugh, that spiteful jerk. How exactly does he plan to screw us over? Why the hell did he come here? That madman! Please just go away! Conversely, the knights resentment towards Logan only deepened due to his unintended effect. The second training of the day was cliff climbing, and as half of the knights collapsed, the days training for the Maclaine Knights Order ended prematurely amidst disappointment. While the exhausted knights lay sprawling, emitting silent screams, Logan continually patted Heinckels shoulder with a look of regret. Ill be looking forward to more, Commander. Though it was meant as a genuine compliment, Heinckels expression only grew gloomier. It wasnt until the sun had set that Logan returned to the southern villa, and instead of going to his room, he headed to the mountain. Thanks to the Force core, his physical strength had quickly recovered, but mental fatigue was a different matter. Despite this, Logan felt unusually untired, even to himself. This must also be because of Vroom. Logan smiled, sensing the Force core boasting its presence, and upon reaching a secluded ridgeline, he summoned his strength to its peak. A faint golden light then shrouded the longsword in his hand. Looking down contentedly at the light, Logan swung his sword into the air. Swish. Although it was just a light swing, the sword cleaved through the air, creating a powerful shockwave. A mere 1-star Force core, yet it displayed strength nearing that of an intermediate knight. It was approaching the Force users intermediate level, where one could infuse objects with that power. Having succeeded in directing a faint energy flow into the sword, it seemed a matter of time before naturally reaching the intermediate level. The evolved Force power was exhilarating, its amplified strength and overflowing healing beyond any simple Force Logan had mastered in a past life. He felt confident that even a lower knight could face a single thug alone. If I am this powerful now, once I reach 2-stars He may even reach the power level of a superior knight like his father, Patrick Maclaine. Just imagining that domination made his hands tremble with excitement. If he could advance just one more step before the territory war, his own martial power could become a variable in the conflict. A powerful variable, not unlike a crossbow cavalry. So, I must strive.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n)) After swinging his sword fiercely for a while, Logan finally descended from the mountain as the night deepened. * * * From that day on, Logans routine became almost regular. He diligently participated in the knights training, and in the evenings, tirelessly devoted himself to solitary practice, despite fatigue. Every few days, he checked on the progress of Hamar and the training situation of the mercenary troop. Casually observing Lonians swordsmanship training and Viktors condition were bonuses. Though content with his progress in training, that didnt mean other matters were free from conflict. Is this the best you can do? Is this really your best effort? Then, forget this nonsense! Would you rather just make swords?! Thrown crossbows and cartridges clattered against the wall. Watching them roll away, Hamars face trembled with rage. Ma, Master. This crossbow has a rate of fire and range that cannot be compared to standard ones Wheres the rapid fire I ordered? Only this much comes out? And the cartridge? Who said I needed an integrated model? Hmm, but Oh, I apologize. My words were too harsh. Thats right! Even if youre the master, you cant just insult an artisans pride If this is truly your best effort, then so be it. Sigh, to think I spent all that money just for this Hamars face crumpled like paper, hearing Logans lament, which seemed intended for his ears. Grr Give me one week. Ill remake it and return within a week. Crack! Eventually, the dwarf smashed his own creation and stormed out of Logans room, cursing. After the door closed, Logan wore a satisfied smile. Moreover, within less than 5 seconds, the same scene unfolded again. It wasnt two crossbows that had shot. Hamar pulled a small trigger on the side of the crossbow, which automatically loaded the bolts in just about 5 seconds. Well, what do you think? It fires one less bolt than initially requested, but its easy to hold in one hand, so replacing the cartridge As Hamar nonchalantly explained various points, Logan wasnt hearing a single word. Even though its range is less than the empires final version I remember, its certainly better suited for the cavalry. One of the weapons Logan had prepared was completed with far superior performance than he expected, and there was still half a year left before the territory war of his previous life. Suddenly, the stout figure of Hamar seemed more beautiful than any gem. Thus, Logan was able to unabashedly embrace the old dwarf, who was enthusiastically explaining the merits of the weapon, and cheer loudly. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Well done! Excellent, Hamar! Long live the dwarves! No, long live Hamar! For that moment, all lingering worries seemed to vanish. However, Hamar himself could not entirely share in the joy. * * * How many do we need? Enough for 400 men. Four hundred This damn Despite the gloomy dwarf, Logan inquired without concern, When can they be ready? If completed, this would be a significant boon for his envisioned future. Within a generous period of 6 months Prepare it all in 2 months. Can you do that? Hamar was floored by the tyrannical demand that slashed the requested time by two-thirds. No! I mean, its impossible! Thats absolutely not happening. Even if you do your best, it wont work? Impossible! Have you even considered the manufacturing process? Just shortening the purchased bolt prototypes takes so much effort So, what do you need? Id need at least five more technicians to help me. Logans face hardened at that response. The secrecy of this weapon could be compromised. That wont do. Then, we have no choice. Well, just wait 6 months. Logan grunted in frustration. It was a reversal of the usual situation, and Hamar sported a rare smile on his face. If I find you five technicians, can you finish it in two months? That too is tough. It would require at least three or four months So, difficult means its possible, right? Ugh. So, its doable? You Damn The dwarf made a reluctant commitment, and Logan had shown no mercy in his interrogation. Aagh! Yes! Its doable, darn it! I can do it. Why did I agree to such terms After hearing Hamars near-whimpering reply, Logan finally left the workshop satisfied.