Reborn With A Technology System In A Fantasy World-Chapter 54: Forge Mastering

Adrian and Karl stepped into the Forge Mastering building, the heavy iron doors creaking shut behind them with a dull thud.

The building was massive, its interior split into two distinct sections, each sprawling in size.

The first section greeted them with a resemblance to the Rune Making Hall. There were rows of wooden chairs lined up in neat order, facing a wide podium at the front.

The second section, separated by a thick stone wall, was sealed off by a heavy door.

Adrian’s gaze lingered on it. ’That’s got to be the Forge,’ he thought, imagining the heat and clang of hammers that surely waited beyond.

The hall was empty when they entered. Not a single soul lingered, not even the Instructor. He frowned, glancing around.

"Strange," he muttered under his breath. It made sense, though. Most students were probably still at the cafeteria, shoveling down lunch to recover from the morning’s drills.

Still, the fact only him and Karl were present felt odd because it wasn’t like they were the only ones to have left the Cafeteria.

He shrugged it off, picking a chair near the middle of the room and dropping into it with a tired sigh. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Karl plopped down beside him too and they sat in silence, the quiet stretching between them.

Karl, restless as ever, started drumming his fingers on the desk, the rhythmic tapping echoing faintly in the empty hall.

Adrian’s mind, however, drifted elsewhere. He hadn’t read the Academy’s rule book yet, a fact that nagged at him. That book held everything — schedules, rules, expectations.

For now, he knew the basics: the Academy spanned two years, the second being the final one before graduation.

But there were gaps in his understanding, details he needed to piece together. He’d overheard whispers from those who had read about timetable adjustments.

Apparently, the Knights’ current schedule would shift after they Ascended, unlike the Mages, who already had a rigid structure.

Adrian’s jaw tightened at the thought. ’I just hope I’ll still have time,’ he thought, his fingers tapping absently on his knee. He needed those hours — his projects, his inventions, they couldn’t wait.

At least the additional classes could be optional, a small relief that eased the knot in his chest.

With nothing else to occupy him, Adrian leaned back, closing his eyes. The morning drills had drained him more than he’d realized —vthose endless laps, the spars.

The weight of it all pressed down on him. His breathing slowed, and before he knew it, sleep pulled him under.

His slumber didn’t last long though. Karl’s relentless tapping broke through soon enough, jolting Adrian awake.

He was a bit annoyed at being woken up and turned to glare at his roommate, but the words died on his lips as he noticed the hall.

The Instructor had arrived, a tanned, gruff man with broad shoulders and a face lined with years of hard work.

His dark hair was cropped short, and his eyes, a piercing gray, scanned the room with a no-nonsense intensity.

The other students — those who had trickled in while Adrian slept — stood to greet him, their chairs scraping against the stone floor. Adrian followed suit, shaking off the last of his drowsiness, and sat back down at the Instructor’s gesture.

As the class settled, Adrian took a moment to observe the hall. The room could hold up to fifty students, its rows of chairs stretching wide, but only ten were present. Ten! Including him and Karl even!

His brow furrowed as his gaze swept over the sparse crowd. Only three were donning a special robe. That meant seven were Knights!

"Intriguing," Adrian murmured to himself. ’I never would’ve guessed a class with more Knights than Mages.’

The Instructor’s voice cut through his thoughts, blunt and to the point.

"How many of you have ever worked a Forge before?" His tone carried no warmth, just a gruff expectation.

Adrian raised his hand, expecting a forest of arms to follow. But as he glanced around, his hand froze mid-air. He was the only one.

The realization hit him. How could that be? Even the nobles — of which he believed some among them were — should’ve had some training from their families.

Forge work wasn’t uncommon for those preparing for the Academy. He lowered his hand, his mind racing. ’If this is another babysitting class like Rune Making, I’ll be heavily disappointed.’

The Instructor nodded slowly with an unreadable expression.

"Expected, expected," he muttered, almost to himself. He pointed at Adrian, his gaze sharp. "You, the one raising your hand. What’s your name?"

Adrian stood, his voice steady despite the eyes on him. "Adrian."

"No surname?"

Adrian shook his head. "Just Adrian."

Surnames were a mark of nobility in this world and he wasn’t a nobility anymore, so he had none, not like it bothered him.

The Instructor grunted, gesturing for him to sit. He began pacing the front of the class, his boots thudding against the stone floor.

"Well, I’m not here to teach the rest of you forging," he said, his voice carrying a hard edge. "That’d be a waste of dear Adrian’s time. Instead, I’ll start with the theory of enchanting. If you want to learn forging, hit the library, pick up some books. I’ll give you access to the Forge during your spare time, but I won’t be there to hold your hand, so don’t burn yourselves."

Adrian nodded, a spark of satisfaction lighting within him. ’Wonderful,’ he thought.

A class that wouldn’t drag him down with basics he already knew. But around the room, reactions varied.

A few students shifted uncomfortably, their faces darkening with anger. Others looked annoyed and whispers began to break out, too quiet to catch, but the tension was clear.

Karl leaned over, his voice a low grumble. "He won’t teach us how to forge? I thought this class was called Forge Mastering."

Adrian ignored him, his focus locking onto the Instructor, who had already moved on.

"Enchanting is a simple trade," the man said, his tone matter-of-fact. "Think of it as a blend of rune making and alchemy. You need basic knowledge of runes, metals, and magic materials that react with those metals. Combine them in the right proportions while forging, and you create the desired effect."

He paused, letting the words settle, then continued.

"The power of the equipment depends on the materials used and their strength. A 1-Star enchanted sword needs multiple 1-Star Magic Crystals and magic materials of that level. Same for a 5-Star, a 6-Star, and beyond."

"Most don’t know this, but this Elective is one of the best. The curriculum is short, easy to master. Once you’ve got it down, classes would become a breeze."

He smirked faintly afterwards. "We’ll follow the curriculum, starting with the different types of magic materials."

The students scrambled for their inkwells and parchment, the rustle of paper filling the hall. Adrian didn’t bother.

His recently boosted cognitive abilities were more than enough to absorb every word. He leaned forward, his attention sharp, as the Instructor began.

"Magic materials for forging are very important..."

***

The bell’s sharp chime cut through the hall, signaling the end of the class. Adrian blinked as the Instructor’s voice faded mid-sentence.

The lesson had flown by, the theory of enchanting sinking into his mind with ease. Around him, the other students looked drained, their shoulders slumped as they gathered their things.

Karl, predictably, had fallen asleep, his head resting on the desk as a faint snore escaping him. Adrian had been waking him up throughout the lecture, nudging him every time he drifted off, but Karl kept slipping back into slumber.

Sighing, Adrian shook his shoulder. "Time’s up," he said.

Karl jolted awake, nearly toppling his chair as he sprang to his feet.

"Finally!" he exclaimed, stretching with a groan. The others were already filing out, their exhaustion evident in their slow steps. Some muttered complaints about the Instructor’s methods, their voices fading as they left the hall.

Adrian turned to Karl. "Don’t wait for me. I’ve got History next."

Karl waved a hand, already halfway to the door. "Got it. I’ll be at the club center. Catch you later!"

He flashed a grin and disappeared into the corridor, leaving Adrian alone in the nearly empty hall. The other students had practically bolted after the Instructor’s closing words, eager to escape.

Adrian stood, slinging his bag over his shoulder, but before he could take a step, the Instructor’s voice stopped him.

"Adrian."