Chapter 225 - The Discarded Forge's Rebellion
Jhin spoke up without warning.
"We should submit something too."
"…Rof, what are you talking about all of a sudden?"
"I mean the 'new works' for the upcoming royal banquet. Let's try submitting one ourselves."
Two days in the scrap yard.
In that time, Jhin had raised his Strength and Vitality by nearly ten points. And more importantly, he had fully blended in with the other dwarves while playing the role of Rof.
He'd also gathered quite a bit of useful intel.
So now, he was sure of it.
The first scenario quest wasn't simply about grinding stats through mindless labor.
The real goal was to become a proper blacksmith. Stats weren't the point.
There was nothing in the quest that demanded he build stats suited for a blacksmith.
In fact, it stated outright that Rofwas called "discarded" not because of his ability—but because he was ignored by his master.
That's it. He's a discard because his master never acknowledged him.
