In the fourth year after arriving at the Star City North Supply Zone.
Zuo Tianxuan was only three orders away from completing the order assignments Feng Qi had arranged for him.
Two orders were weapons, while the last was a piece of light armor.
The light armor was Zuo Tianxuan's final challenge. The client's requirements were extremely demanding: eighteen gem slots had to be engraved for Xuan Ming crystals, and the embedded crystals had to form a defensive array.
The array also had to activate automatically.
For example, if the wearer was ambushed, the light armor had to detect fluctuations from an incoming energy attack in the shortest possible time and swiftly deploy a defensive barrier to protect them.
This was a field Zuo Tianxuan had never attempted before.
It took him twelve days to forge the light armor.
The moment the forging was completed marked the official end of his frontline training journey.
After delivering the finished light armor, Zuo Tianxuan began preparing to leave.
First, he stored his forge furnace and other tools in his Space Bracelet. Then he tidied the room and took all his daily necessities with him.
Finally, he contacted the frontline management department. From then on, the frontline management department would be responsible for managing the shop until its lease expired.
After finishing everything, he and Teacher Xiao You boarded a plane back to Star City.
Sitting by the window and watching the Supply Zone gradually shrink from view, he recalled everything that had happened over the past four years.
During those years of training, he had made many friends and gained a great deal of knowledge. His forging skills had improved by leaps and bounds.
But life on the frontlines had also shown him a cruelty he could never have encountered in the