The blacksmiths on the mountain began to mobilize.
"The ancestor is resurrected?"
"What the hell!"
"The boss dungeon has refreshed."
"Stop it, the ancestor has died once and has recovered from the awakening, becoming ordinary Embers, no need to kill again."
"Everyone go for ancestral worship."
Everyone clamored noisily.
They were very curious about the mysterious ancestor.
After all, they'd met the previous two; only the last one was left.
Those with a full collection compulsive disorder finally awaited this day.
Jiucai Rong started to organize everyone:
"Even though according to reliable intelligence, reborn Embers probably don't have memories."
"Still, we must be cautious; those familiar with having hacked the ancestor before, step forward."
More than twenty blacksmiths awkwardly stepped forward.
"Money Child, step forward."
A group of Money Children also walked out awkwardly.
"Very good, our ancestor's Human Race bloodline, charge forward."
