Thoughts on the Future

Today's weather was destined to be unpleasant.

A drizzling rain seemed to blanket a vast area, leaving the skies above many cities gray and overcast. Combined with the frequent disappearances reported recently, it cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

Yet that atmosphere did not affect Riezel.

On the open-air balcony outside an extravagantly luxurious suite on the top floor of a lavish hotel, Riezel stood with his eyes closed, a blade in his hand.

The blade was entirely pitch-black, yet bore none of the patterns formed by Divine Script. Clearly, it was not the Divine Blade Hermit forged by a forging god, but an ordinary black blade created with High-Tier Item Creation.

Of course, "ordinary" was only relative to Riezel.

With Riezel's current magical abilities, the quality of the Magic Items he created through High-Tier Item Creation was already extremely close to the First-Class Armament of the DanMachi World. In the Overlord World, it would be extremely close to an Artifact-grade Item.

Though it was only comparable to an Artifact-grade Item in hardness and sharpness, the ability to casually create such weapons with magic was already astonishing.

As long as Riezel successfully rose to Lv. 9, or either of the Development Abilities "Mage" and "Magic Chant" advanced by one stage, he would be able to create genuine First-Class Armaments that were also Artifact-grade Items using High-Tier Item Creation.

Then even the clothes on his body could be upgraded, becoming equipment with the toughness and hardness of first-class defensive gear.

For now, however, Riezel was still wearing the white uniform of Jujutsu High.

He stood in the rain, yet the raindrops could not touch him at all. It was as though an infinite distance lay between them and Riezel—the closer they came, the slower they became, until they were simply repelled.