Jino smiled as he looked at Eitri. "I have a material here that is more powerful and mysterious than anything else. This material can absolutely support you in forging an even more terrifying weapon."
"But..."
Jino hesitated, then carefully said, as though afraid of dealing a blow to Eitri's confidence, "I'm worried you won't be able to forge this weapon."
It had to be said that Jino's provocation was obvious. But to the Dwarf King, who was supremely confident—even arrogant—in his forging skills, Jino's words were like poisonous mockery splashed across him.
How could a man ever be told he couldn't do it?
"Damn it! What kind of talk is that? As long as you can provide materials that satisfy me, I can forge the most powerful weapon for you!"
Eitri clenched his fists and roared furiously.
What dwarves could not stand most was having their forging skills questioned.
"Good."
Jino slowly waved his hand, and a pitch-black sphere gradually floated into the air.
"This is a planet forged from a dead star."
"A star?"
Eitri's eyes widened. As if he had seen some priceless treasure, he stretched out his fan-sized hand and carefully placed the star in his palm. Its immense weight brought an unnatural flush to his face.
"What else?"
"Also, a branch from Yggdrasil."
Jino waved his hand again, and a branch shining with dazzling green light floated in the air.
The moment he saw the branch of Yggdrasil, Eitri's breathing immediately quickened.
The last time he had seen such a thing was when he forged Gungnir for All-Father Odin!
The divine power contained within it was something Eitri still could not forget.
Excitement burst forth in his eyes once more.
After seeing so many terrifying materials, he felt that this young man's identity must be anything