NABC Chapter 784 - Who Needs the Leaderboard?
Chapter 784 - Who Needs the Leaderboard?
The atmosphere was electric.
Leon hadn't expected the Blacksmith Crafting Competition to draw such a massive crowd. The stadium was nearly 60% full—an impressive turnout for an event like this.
It was honestly shocking.
Then again, it wasn't just one competition happening at the moment. The stadium had multiple stages, each hosting different contests at the same time.
Still, it just so happened that as soon as the Blacksmith Competition was about to begin, the audience started pouring in.
Since when was crafting this entertaining to watch?
As far as Leon was concerned, the competition would mostly involve players sitting in front of their forging tools, hammering away at their anvils, and... well, that's it.
The only interesting part was when the crafting was finally complete.
That was probably why the host always went out of their way to keep things engaging—whether by adding unnecessary drama, discussing random topics, or even outright distracting the participants with unexpected questions to get a reaction from the crowd.
Well, what else could they do?
Forging takes time. A lot of time.
And interestingly, for this Blacksmith Crafting Competition, the time acceleration in the private server was set to match the same speed as the main server of Immortal Legacy. Three times faster than the real world.
And the structure of the event?
Insane.
The competition would last for a full 48 hours, with only 8 hours of rest for every 24-hour cycle—essentially replicating the in-game conditions.
Two days of non-stop forging?
This had to be one of the most time-consuming competitions than the rest.
There were 32 participants in total. Most of them were unfamiliar to Leon, as players from all over the continents had gathered for this event. The only ones he recognized were those who had competed against him in the Dissidia Kingdom.
Once everything was set, each participant entered their respective capsule devices.
As the system activated, Leon found himself transported to a flat platform—a dedicated workspace where a fully equipped blacksmithing station was already set up, customized with tools matching each participant's specialization.
Inside the game, the host stepped forward onto a virtual stage, their voice amplified across the arena.
And with that, they began the official opening of the Blacksmith Competition, laying out the general rules for everyone.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Blacksmith Crafting Competition!
To all our participants, here's what you need to know—
You have complete freedom to craft anything you want. All necessary materials have been provided, so resource gathering won't be an issue.
As for blueprints, you can choose from the pre-approved selection available... or, if you're feeling confident, you're free to use your own blueprint.
Now, let me be clear—how you craft your item doesn't matter. What matters is the final result.
The winner will be determined by the end product, no matter what method, technique, or strategy you use to get there.
"I was there when you were at Clario Town's Blacksmith Smithy! And also in the Dissidia Kingdom Competition!"
"Oh," Broken replied casually. Then, with a shrug, he added, "Sorry, too many people there—I don't remember everyone." He flashed a small grin.
Titonor's face twitched. Without another word, the man spun on his heel and walked away... only to suddenly pause, mutter something under his breath, and turn back around.
He grabbed a Monster Core and a Monster Soul Stone from the table before finally stomping off.
Broken remained in place, waiting until the last of the blacksmiths had finished gathering their materials.
That was when another figure approached him. This time, it was a name he definitely recognized. Lanceshot.
"I wonder why your name isn't on the leaderboard," Lanceshot remarked casually.
"Yeah... I didn't register my name," Broken replied simply.
Lanceshot gave a thin smile, his tone dropping into something almost mocking.
Continue reading stories on My Virtual Library Empire
"No need to be shy, you know. Maybe if you actually put your name in, the leaderboard would be more interesting... Because honestly? Being the only blacksmith with Expert Rank in Immortal Legacy is getting kinda boring. Maybe you should put in a bit more effort and work your way up there too."
He spoke casually, but the arrogance in his words was impossible to miss.
Broken just smiled. "That's an impressive achievement—being the only Expert-Rank Blacksmith. I mean, I've never even been in Advanced Rank, let alone Expert Rank."
Which was true—he had never been in the Advanced or Expert Rank. Because he had skipped straight from Beginner to Master Rank.
Lanceshot chuckled, clearly taking that as an admission of inferiority.
"Not even Advanced Rank? You surely like to joke around, huh," Lanceshot scoffed. Then, with a confident smirk, he added, "Well then, good luck with the contest. At least try to aim for second place... because first place is definitely mine."
He turned away, walking off with the same self-assured arrogance.
Broken just smiled—calm, unbothered. "Good luck to you too."
Was that all?
Or was there anyone else who wanted to run their mouth at Broken before the competition even started?
Seeing that no one else was approaching him, Broken finally made his move.
Now it was his turn to gather materials. Without hesitation, he walked straight toward the section where the Soul Stones were piled up. There were hundreds of them, waiting to be shaped into something greater.
He reached out.
And took all of them.
[Maarten_]: "Titonor tried to talk trash but forgot he is only an extra in Broken's storyline."
[A_Brewton96]: "Host: 'Use your time wisely!' Broken: 'Nah, I'll just use everything instead.'"
[Mike_Bow]: "You either forge weapons or forge your enemies' nightmares. Broken: 'Why not both?'"
[RurlSky_Overlord]: "If Lanceshot loses, I want a camera on his reaction. ????"