Transmigrated as a Ghost

"Impressive. I dare say this may be the most powerful weapon in the world."

Marveled by the finished scythe, Thabon could not help but heap the highest praise he could upon it.

"Certainly, it is in the highest class of weapon, however, I don't know if I would go so far as to say it is the strongest." Marcus replied.

He had seen two other weapons that were similarly as powerful as his reforged scythe. One was Cassius' Excalibur, and the other was Boreas' lance named Tempest. He hadn't been able to examine either of these weapons' capabilities closely, so he was unable to determine if his scythe was truly stronger than them.

Still, as he held up the gleaming, system recognized scythe that was now completely made of amethros, Marcus wore a proud smile on his face.

As powerful as it had been when he first made it, the current Dread Devourer was a tier above what it had been before.

Thanks to his maxed-out forge skill and Thabon's years of experience they had crafted a perfect weapon that lacked even the slightest of flaws. In fact, it was almost too powerful for Marcus to control in his current state.

The remnants of the Doomsday Worm's instincts were fighting him for control and even with the fragment of his soul in the weapon Marcus had to keep at least some amount of focus on the weapon at all times to prevent it from getting out of hand.

"Let me thank you again Thabon. I would not have been able to reforge my scythe without your facility and expertise. This joint effort of ours has shown me that I still have much to learn. Just having a higher skill level doesn't equate to more knowledge."

"I already told you that there is no need to thank me." Thabon said admonishingly. "You gave me a chance that most forgemasters can only dream of. I will forever have had a hand in forging a legendary weapon."

Thabon was all smiles and could not contain his elation.

Soon he had brought out several casks and bottles from his personal alcohol stash and began a celebratory drinking party with Marcus.

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The two of them went on drinking and eating snacks Marcus pulled out of his item box for several hours until Gurrom knocked on the door.

"Mrazivý! What happened to you?!"

When Gurrom opened the door, he was not the only one there. Standing alongside him was Mrazivý who had undergone an unbelievable change.

Outwardly she looked the same as ever, but the strength of her body and mana had drastically increased. It felt like she had gained several levels, but that would be impossible in only the couple of days since Marcus last saw her.

Also, along with her marked increase in power, she was clearly haggard. As if she had recently fought a battle that pushed her body and soul to its limits.

"I just did some special training. Though, I don't really want to discuss it with anyone other than you." Mrazivý said, glancing at Gurrom and Thabon.

Tactfully the two dwarven forgemasters left Mrazivý and Marcus alone in Thabon's personal workshop and sealed the room so that no one could eavesdrop.

"Now, what happened? No ordinary special training could give you such a massive increase in strength in just a couple of days. It feels like you have gotten at least twenty percent stronger."

"Actually, my stats have gone up by twenty-two percent." Mrazivý clarified.

However, Marcus only frowned at this answer. He did not particularly care about the exact increase in stats she had obtained, but how the sudden boost was achieved.

Mrazivý was hesitant to answer, but eventually she resolved herself and explained.

"My Supreme Skill Strongest Dragon has another ability other than allowing me to increase my powers temporarily. It also lets me permanently steal the strength of other dragons. I didn't mention this since it seemed unlikely we would have any dragons as enemies… And because I was worried that if Gwyneira knew, she would become afraid of me.

Perhaps she would always in the back of her mind think that I could come after her to strengthen myself. And I couldn't even blame her. Sometimes I even imagine doing so."

After Mrazivý had laid bare her insecurities, Marcus embraced her.

"I understand how you feel. With my Soul Devour unique skill I can eat people's souls to empower myself. While it is not often, there I times I feel the urge to use it indiscriminately. Nevertheless, I know doing so will lead me to losing myself."

Marcus continued to comfort Mrazivý for a few minutes until she got her emotions back under control.

She then told him that the six cores that the adventurers guild's leader had given to them all belonged to dragons. The five that she had taken were what she had used to rapidly increase her stats in only a couple of days.

"I suspect he must have seen the true nature of my Supreme Skills and given us those specific cores on purpose. I was hesitant to use them at first, but after being completely helpless against that man, I knew I could not pass up the chance to become more powerful."

Nodding his head, Marcus understood this sentiment. He was prioritizing obtaining a ghost king's core so that he could evolve for this very reason. They had been utterly defeated and it was clear that their current level of strength was far from enough to contend with the true powerhouses out there.

'Perhaps we even grew a bit conceited.'

The training in the special dungeon had put them leagues above most individuals, and Marcus knew he had believed that in the worst-case scenario they could easily get away if they came up against a powerful opponent. Unfortunately, this proved to be far from true.

"What about the final core? Are you sure that you don't want to absorb it? We have plenty of other powerful cores that could be used for you new weapon."

"No, that one is special. In order to absorb the power of a dragon I have to beat them in battle. In case of only having the magic core, I have to overcome the lingering will of the dragon within. I'm not sure if I could beat the last one." Mrazivý explained.

"Got it. The I promise to use it to make you a weapon of unparalleled power."

"Thank you, I would expect nothing less. But I also have some other materials I want you to use."

From out of her item box Mrazivý pulled out a bag that contained two dozen fangs, a pair of glittering blue horns, several dragon scales, and four large bottles of blood.

Immediately Marcus recognized where she had gotten these items and looked at Mrazivý with concern.

"I don't want to hear anything from the guy that cut off his own arm. It's my body and I figured that any weapon made for me would be stronger if a part of myself was used in its crafting. I'm basically a mythic grade beast, so these should all be premium materials."

As much as Marcus wanted to rebuke Mrazivý for her rash decision, he really did not have a leg to stand on since he had done the same thing.

'She looks to have healed already. But just in case.'

Holding out his hand, Marcus created a silver ball of light and sent it towards Mrazivý.

In just a second, she was fully enveloped by the restorative properties of Marcus' Ultimate Refresh Supreme Skill.

She did not have any visible injuries, but the weary look on her face was gone and her general demeanor seemed to have recovered.

"Thank you, I feel better now. Taking on the wills of five dragons and removing parts of my body left me a bit worn out."

With what she wanted to do finished, Mrazivý left the Blazegram Forge so that Marcus could focus on creating a new sword for her. She knew that if she stuck around, she would only serve as a distraction.

Thabon entered the workshop not long after Mrazivý departed and got to work on preparing the equipment needed for creating a saber.

"You two certainly are birds of a feather. Most people would never even consider cutting off a part of themselves to be used as materials." Thabon said once he saw the fags, horns, scales, and blood Mrazivý had left. Still, he could not deny that each of these items were of incredibly high quality.

Once the furnace had heated up Marcus added the amethros along with the Mrazivý's fangs, scales, and horns. It took longer than expected, but eventually everything melted together into one and was ready to be turned into an ingot.

When it came time to mold the metal into a sword, Marcus and Thabon hammered the ingot in turn and used Mrazivý's blood to temper the metal. Honestly Thabon felt that what they were doing was dangerously close to breaking a taboo, but since Mrazivý had willingly provided the blood and pieces of her body it was in a sort of grey zone.

Luckily, the weapon did not come out cursed or otherwise have any sort of negative attributes attached to it.

As Marcus held up the completed blade, it began to glow and a pattern of snow and ice covered it, giving it a mystical appearance.

'Ah! it looks like a dragon.'

Carefully looking at the pattern, Marcus could make out the likeness of a dragon within the snow and ice.

However, just receiving the system's blessing was not the end. Marcus and Thabon soon received a message from the system just a moment later. The saber they had just forged had been given a name. From this point on, it would be known as Bahamut's Fang.