TRANSMIGRATED AS A GHOST

Pulling out five different weapons and two sets of armor that he had made, Marcus showed them to Thabon who looked at them with astoundment.

That was because all seven of them were top tier and had been recognized by the system.

These seven items were the masterpieces that Marcus had made since returning home and to say the least it was not easy.

Unlike when he was making gear for himself or someone he cared about, making it just for money did not give him the same type of spark or passion, so creating these top tier weapons and armor had been incredibly difficult for him.

In the end even after hundreds of attempts, the seven items before him were all he was able to make at the highest quality.

Yet even though this seemed like a failure to Marcus, for most other forgemasters creating seven items of this quality even throughout their lifetime would be exceptional.

"Irene this is truly impeccable work you have done here. To think that you would be able to make seven more items of this quality after having recently making those other two swords you had shown me." Thabon said genuinely impressed.

Gurrom then looked at Marcus in a different light, a pit of jealousy welling up inside him. Marcus had been his junior and only started to learn how to forge around a year ago but had nearly caught up to him when he had spent five years to reach the point he was at.

He was already considered a talent, and, in his time, he had only produced eleven items of the same quality as what Marcus was displaying now.

Of course, he had made items with adamantine which were better, but that was just because of his base materials being superior not his skill.

'How does she do it. Is it her blessing of iron that makes her that much better than me?' Gurrom wandered while looking at the seven masterpieces in front of him.

Unfortunately for Gurrom, if it was just his blessing of iron it would not have given him this much of an edge.

In the end it was Marcus' ability to continue near indefinitely owing to his ghostly nature and his mana regeneration skill.

He rarely has to take breaks, and only after many days of nonstop work does his efficiency begin to decrease ever so slightly.

"So, you want me to recommend you to an auction house to sell these. Are you sure Irene these are all the best of the best when it comes to mithril items?"

Nodding his head Marcus responded saying, "Yes I do. I need money so that I can purchase higher grade materials like adamantine."

Hearing this Thabon suddenly perked up and asked, "Irene did you get your kill level up to level five?"

If Marcus was now looking to buy adamantine it could mean only one thing, he had reached the level of skill where he could work with it.

"Yes, I got my forge skill up to level five in Lethallan. Oh, and that reminds me Edzard wanted me to give you this letter."

Handing over a letter that Edzard had given him, Marcus waited for Thabon to finish reading it before starting up the conversation again.

"I know that it is a bit frowned upon to send out such high-level equipment to whoever is willing to pay the most, but if I am to get adamantine for myself, I am going to need the money to purchase it."

Thinking about it for a few minutes Thabon finally came to a decision and said, "Very well I will recommend you to one of the auction houses, but you will only sell the two sets of armor and two of the weapons. If you want to sell the other three weapons, I will help you find a reputable buyer even if you would make less than at the auction."

Understanding where Thabon was coming from Marcus agreed to his terms and said, "That is fine and thank you for your consideration."

"Just do not make a habit of selling off these types of weapons to anyone. I have had in the past a mass murder use one of my high end weapons that I sold at an auction to kill hundreds of people, and to this day it is one of my greatest shames." Thabon said as his expression darkened remembering his greatest regret.

It was pretty much an unspoken rule to not sell off top tier weapons to the general public because horrible criminals could get ahold of them and use them for vile purposes.

Of course, this was still rare, but it had happened enough for forgmasters to become warry of giving out their best weapons to people they did not trust.

"Now that the business talk is over how about we get in some training. I would like to see what you are capable of Irene, so Gurrom you go back to your room and rest." Thabon said as he smiled at Marcus.

Seeing this Marcus shuddered. He had certainly gotten stronger but even after checking Thabon's level again he came up empty.

This meant that he was still many levels higher, and Marcus was not confident in beating his master even if he went all out.

"Well good luck Irene, and I suppose I will see you later at the tournament" Gurrom said as he hastily left hoping not to get dragged into anymore training from hell.

Once Gurrom had left Thabon pulled out his adamantine war hammer and walked a few dozen feet away from Marcus and said, "Show me what you can do first, go ahead and give me your best shot."

Sighing Marcus pulled out his scythe and activated his armor, receiving an interested look from Thabon.

He had not yet seen Marcus' new gear but now that he had he was quite impressed.

Looking at his master Marcus wanted to see how his power without any of his unique or supreme skills active would measure up.

'Let me see how he takes this.'

After activating all of his enchantment spells and skills, Marcus began to send a huge amount of mana into his scythe activating all of its enchantments and causing it to crackle with power.

Then once it was fully built up, he released a slash of mana which was further enhanced by the darkness, and light enchantments on his scythe.

As the powerful slash came right at him Thabon took no actions to dodge or put up any defense.

That was until the last moment when he raised his left hand up and block Marcus' slash.

It was truly and astonishing thing to see. The attack Marcus had released could have easily turned most buildings into ruble, but Thabon had stopped it with one hand.

Flicking his wrist Thabon completely dissipated Marcus' attack and sent his own blast of mana forward.

However, his was only the size of a pebble but when it hit Marcus, it sent him flying backwards.

Even as the enchantments on his armor activated and absorbed some of the force while also deploying a barrier, Marcus was unable to resist the attack and soon found himself crashing against the wall.

It was truly a surprising moment for him since it had been a long time since he had felt completely helpless to block and attack.

And he could tell that Thabon had been holding back tremendously yet his power was still far greater than Marcus'.

But Marcus was not done yet. The attack had actually done little damage to him basically only pushing him back.

Of course, this was all Thabon had intended the attack to do and if he had wanted it to hurt Marcus it would have.

"I must say that was pretty impressive Irene. For only level forty-two it felt more like an attack from someone level fifty-fifty or so."

Yet as Thabon was commending him Marcus had already begun his next attack.

He was now going to unleash his strongest attack with only his base powers and turning his scythe to the side activated its dual enchantment.

The blade then seemed to extend the other direction and a stock like a gun popped down from the handle creating the visage of a crossbow.

The scythe then began to crackle with electricity as Marcus cast his iron sphere spell and shrunk it down to the size of a baseball before placing it over his scythe.

'Let me see if you can take this, Railgun.'

Firing off his strongest single target attack, Marcus propelled his iron sphere at Mach seven as a loud resounding bang could be heard as it broke though the sound barrier several times over.

Thabon's eyes went wide when he saw the attack Marcus was releasing and time seemed to slow down immensely for him.

This attack was far stronger than the last one, and he had to get a bit serious to deal with it.