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What do you wish for: SerraElise
🕑 Added 2023-09-10 20:56:48 +0000 UTCHolding the ticket in her hands, SerraElise closes her eyes and begins to think about appearing before the genie. The number 64 appears on the ticket, and SerraElise is instantly teleported in front of a genie.
“Welcome SerraElise, I’m the genie that sent you that ticket! You’re number sixty-four, which means it’s your turn to receive a wish! So step on up and tell me what you desire.” With that, the genie waits for you to speak your wish.
“I wish to be the best craftswoman smith in all the land able to make enchanted equipment.” “That sounds fun, and that's a super unique wish, I don’t think I’ve done one like it! I can’t wait to fulfill it!”
The genie walks away and starts digging through a large pile of orbs. She picks up two of them and inspects them for a minute, then decides on one and returns to SerraElise. “This one should do the trick!”
The genie hands the orb to SerraElise. “Hold that tightly! When I send you back, the orb will take you to a new world where you’ll become the opener of your own shop, where you craft and sell the finest of equipment!”
“It might also create some physical changes, along with imparting all the knowledge a blacksmith like you will need, but there’s nothing to worry about.” The genie shrugs while smiling at SerraElise.
“I hope you enjoy your new life!” The genie raises her hand and snaps her fingers, and suddenly Elise is standing over a raging fire wearing extremely heavy clothing. She took a step back and looked around.
It seemed she was in her forge, and was preparing it to start crafting a new item. She looked down at herself, and she was wearing thick clothing to protect herself from random sparks or flames.
She was also wearing a thick leather apron that had all of her tools attached to it. She was also a lot thicker than she was moments ago. A lot of it was due to the muscles developed from long hours swinging hammers and moving heavy objects.
Then there was her breasts. There was no explanation as to why they were suddenly three times bigger, they’d likely be quite annoying while working and get in the way at times, but it was still worth it.
Elise smiled and walked back to the forge. She finished heating it up and started to melt some bars of iron she had next to her. She got them nice and hot and poured the metal into a mold that had already been set up.
Some time later it cooled off enough for her to take it out. It seemed to be some random metal pipe, and Elise had no idea why she was making it, but then an image of a glowing hammer in her shop appeared in her head.
She ran around looking for it, and she found it hanging in the back of the forge. She grabbed it and the metal pipe and ran over to her anvil. She placed the pipe on the anvil and struck it once with the magic hammer.
Suddenly the end of the pipe started to glow red, and fire shot out of it. Elise quickly ran the pipe to her forge and pointed the fire into it while she tried to figure out how to turn it off. As she was panicking a bell could be heard.
“Oh my! You were truly able to create my fire rod! You’re truly as skilled as they say!” A man runs into the back and grabs the rod from Elise. He turns both ends of the guard and the thing turns off.
“This will work perfectly for the angry giant bees attacking the farm! I can’t thank you enough! Here’s your payment!” The man hands Elise a large bag of gold. The man then quickly runs out of the building, leaving Elise confused.
She got paid for the item, and rather quickly, so she figured there wasn’t a problem. If the customer is happy, it doesn’t really matter if she has any clue what just happened. Elise turns around and grabs more ingots and starters melting them down. There was no time to rest she had more items to make!
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last_of_workers
*from the personal diary of agent L.O.W.* Here is another victim of Jin... A magic blacksmith is not a small rarity in this world, and this is also a girl... There are no more than 10 of them in the whole world. . Okay, I’ll note this in the report for now... Alas, I couldn’t find anything in the agency’s archives. . . Perhaps I didn’t look very carefully, or perhaps the agency checked all possible options... I have an idea... It will be necessary to trace all the victims known to me. . . Maybe I can find something...
