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The silence that followed was heavy, yet electric—everyone knew Velsun wasn't boasting. He would attempt it. "Geez, chill, guys. It's not permanent. You can say it's a process like when you name someone and your magicules are drained. It's not permanent, chill."
Veldora blinked at me, his arms uncrossing as if the tension popped like a bubble. "O-Ohhh, so that's all? You made it sound like you were sacrificing your soul or something, Aniki!"
Reinhart and Karlos exchanged glances, still stiff but clearly less pale than before. Karlos rubbed his forehead like I'd just given him a migraine. "You could've started with that, Velsun-sama…"
Meanwhile, Zalario still looked skeptical. His sharp eyes studied me like he was trying to catch me slipping. "Hmph. You better be right about that. Otherwise, your so-called 'non-permanent' gamble might end with more than garments being soiled."
I ignored him for the moment and focused inward. "Hey, Mimir, please tell me I'm right, or I might shit my garments," I asked inside my head, my smile twitching just slightly.
The dry, familiar voice of my skill echoed back almost immediately: "Yes, lad, you are correct. With what Lord Veldanava instilled inside us, the process won't cause permanent damage. It's more like temporarily parting with energy. You'll recover. So quit scaring yourself."
Relief washed over me, and I chuckled aloud. "Hahah... You guys are worrying for nothing."
Veldora threw his head back and laughed. "Hah! Then what's the problem? I say we let Aniki do his crazy experiment! Worst case, he just sleeps it off for a couple of centuries."
"Worst case… he weakens himself during a time of crisis," Reinhart muttered, but his shoulders eased slightly, the tension fading from the group.
Zalario just sighed deeply, running a hand through his wavy black hair. "…Fine. But if this ends up blowing the sky apart, don't expect me to say, 'I told you so.'"
"Noted," I replied with a grin, the sun's radiance pulsing at my fingertips once more.
Then Veldora raised his hand like a schoolboy, looking confused but curious. "So, Aniki… What type of weapon are you going to create? Is it a sword like the other seven weapons you mentioned before?"
All eyes turned back to me. Reinhart's sharp gaze, Karlos's eager grin, and Zalario's calm yet measuring stare—it was like the whole room froze waiting for my answer.
"Great question, Veldora." I gave him a nod, then lifted my hand, letting heat radiate in pulses of golden light. "I was thinking of creating something different this time. A weapon that doesn't stay as just one weapon. Something that can shift into whatever I want—sword, lance, bow, spear, even things none of you have seen yet. And on top of that…" I grinned. "...it'll amplify my powers over heat and the sun as well as increase my power to limitless but stable."
The air stirred with excitement.
Karlos whistled low. "A shapeshifting divine arm… now that's ambitious."
Reinhart crossed his arms, nodding once. "Efficient. You won't need to switch between tools in battle—you'll carry them all in one."
Veldora's eyes twitched in amazement, his jaw practically hitting the floor. "Whaaa?! A weapon that can be anything? Aniki, you're seriously going to break the balance of the world!"
Zalario finally spoke, his tone even but heavy. "If you succeed, such a creation could rival even Lord Veldanava's seven weapons. If you fail… the backlash may consume you entirely."
I smirked, waving away his warning like it was a fly. "Heh. Please. I'm the Sun Dragon. I don't plan on failing. After all…" I raised my glowing hand higher, light condensing into a blinding sphere. "… What kind of Sun Dragon would I be if I couldn't forge a piece of the sun itself into a weapon?"
[Inside Velsun's Mind—The Voice of Mimir]
"Lad, since you're stubbornly set on this little project of yours, let me explain properly. The process of forging a Genesis Grade Weapon isn't just hammering metal until it shines. You're trying to replicate what your brother Veldanava did—weapons born from the essence of a True Dragon. The very reason only seven exist is because such things aren't 'crafted' in the normal sense; they're incarnations of divinity itself."
Velsun (thinking): "Tch, you always make things sound way scarier than they are. Get to the good part already."
Mimir: "Patience, lad. First, understand the foundation. Genesis weapons are created when three things align:
Essence Infusion—You must pour your very existence, your core energy, into the weapon. For you, that means the Sun's Essence. It's not like bleeding out magicules—it's the act of imprinting your very concept into a vessel.
Perfect Vessel—The weapon needs a base to hold that essence. Your brother used fragments of Stardust Ore and divine metals that resonated with his nature. In your case, you'll require something that can endure the heat and radiance of the sun's essence. That means rare ores like Stardust Ore, Godsteel, or perhaps material born from your own flames.
Conceptual Form—Unlike the static forms of your brother's seven weapons, you want yours to be mutable—a weapon that shifts between sword, spear, bow, lance, and whatever else you desire. That requires you to weave a conceptual core. Essentially, you'll create not a weapon, but the "idea" of a weapon, and let your essence shape it into whichever form you will."
Velsun (narrowing eyes): "So I'm not just forging a sword. I'm forging an embodiment of my power itself."
Mimir: "Exactly, lad. You could call it the Arms of the Sun. But don't get cocky—shaping concepts is harder than smashing enemies. You'll need to focus every ounce of your will into defining the weapon's role. Will it only channel your heat and light? Will it shield as well as strike? The clearer you are, the stronger it will be."
Velsun (smirking): I exhaled slowly. "So basically, I'm cutting a piece of me off and turning it into a weapon."
Mimir chuckled. "Not quite so grim, lad. It is more akin to naming a subordinate. You give away your magicules, and they become bound to your will. Your reserves will recover in time. And don't forget—you have the wise god Mimir to oversee the process and the ultimate skill of the god of rebirth, Osiris. Even if your essence dips low, you have a certain… immunity to death itself. In other words, you won't burn yourself out."
Mimir's voice echoed lazily in Velsun's mind, as if he were lecturing a child.
"Alright, lad, let's get this straight. Do you know why your big brother's weapons were so ridiculous? It wasn't just because he was stupidly strong—it's because he picked the right material. Stardust Ore. That stuff literally sings with cosmic energy, so when he forged it, the weapons just clicked with him."
Velsun frowned, the glow in his eyes flickering. "But that's his element, not mine. I can't use Stardust Ore."
"Exactly," Mimir snorted. "Finally, you're thinking. You're not him—you're the Sun. So you need something that doesn't just survive your flames but actually loves them."
The voice took on a thoughtful tone.
"There are a few options. First, Sunfire Mithril. Imagine regular mithril, but bathed in sunlight for thousands of years until it basically became alive with fire. Handle it wrong and it'll turn you into ash—but you could control it."
A beat, then Mimir chuckled.
"Second option, Helios Gold. This one's tricky—it only appears where divine sunlight collides with raw mana storms. The ore is alive, lashing out with solar flares that burn everything impure. It's dangerous as hell to get, but if you manage it? Perfect match for you."
Velsun's aura flickered brighter at the idea, but Mimir wasn't done.
"Last, Aurora Crystals. They form at the frozen edge of existence, where starfire refracts forever across the void. They're fragile—touch them wrong and they shatter into light. Not as insane as the other two, but still powerful, and way easier to collect. With your power, even that could become a Genesis-grade weapon."
Velsun folded his arms, golden flames coiling around his form. "So it's all up to my choice now."
Mimir chuckled. "Bingo. Pick the material that feels like it belongs to you. Then forge it into something that screams your name, not your brother's shadow. That's how you make a real Genesis weapon."