Less than five minutes after Yang Yi contacted him, Banks hurried over, droplets of water still clinging to him. He seemed to have given himself a quick rinse. His pungent perfume made Yang Yi, with his keen sense of smell, frown slightly. He caught other people's scents on Banks, and more than one person's at that.
This guy... he's really thrown himself completely into his new identity.
He grumbled inwardly but gave no outward sign, getting straight down to business.
"Boss, honestly, your smithing skills have already surpassed mine. That strength in your arms alone is beyond anything I can match. You could easily do it yourself."
Banks spoke without looking particularly motivated.
"Cut the crap and get moving. Having you assist me will improve the success rate."
Yang Yi replied, then beckoned Banks into the Painful Wailing Cabin and began smithing for the first time in a long while.
Just as Banks had said, after his strength improved, not only his fishing but even his smithing skills had undergone a qualitative leap. The principles were interconnected, involving the application of force and control of heat.
As it happened, Yang Yi excelled at both. His three eyes could also see souls, allowing him to work on them directly and easily accomplish things that seemed miraculous to ordinary people.
For example, he could ignore high temperatures and stand directly in the fire to hammer metal, or even turn into a smaller Flame Giant to raise the temperature further.
Another example was using brute force to forge together two materials that were difficult to fuse, forcibly squeezing them into each other.
Then there was infusing souls into weapons, which required Abyss Soul Stones, flesh with souls attached, or similar materials. Because Yang Yi could see souls, he knew exactly what heat worked