"Then first..."
Noah focused his gaze on a pile of black iron ore in the corner, his concentration gradually intensifying.
After a few seconds passed, partial information appeared in his field of vision.
"Coal Cinder"
'Industrial solid waste Recyclable energy source, used as cement mixture material, foundation material, manufacturing masonry mortar...'
As the information flowed into his mind, Noah felt slightly uncomfortable.
This experience was quite novel.
If he had to describe it, it would be like the first time water got into his ears or nasal passages, except this sensation was adaptable.
Within just a few seconds, that strange feeling had already become much less noticeable.
"They said it required contact, but I didn't expect even visual contact would count. The activation conditions are much lower than I imagined."
Noah shifted his gaze to appraise the candlestick on the table instead.
Sure enough, he successfully identified the candlestick's information as well.
"Next is the second stage."
Physical contact.
Noah decisively picked up the candlestick and activated the appraisal effect once more.
"Candlestick"
Has not been used for one year and nine months Craftsman: Boro Ninggu
Materials: Brass, Mercury, Ash Tree Resin...
A work containing the craftsman's feelings, which gave him the courage to confess to his crush Sophie Lilian from the same Familia.
After ending in failure, it was recycled as scrap for 450 valis.
"..."
Wait!
That's way too much information!
Noah held his head, digesting the flood of useless information that kept appearing.
'Damn.'
This wasn't what he wanted to know at all!
This kind of invasion of personal privacy was really just an accident!
'Crap, the skill's effect can't be controlled, it won't stop!'
Clatter.
Noah let go of the candlestick, cutting off the source of the garbage information and looked at the fallen candlestick with lingering fear.
"Whew, I didn't expect Truth Seeker to have risks like this."
Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh once said that powerful cards often come with risks.
It seems this saying applies to his current situation as well.
Just a shabby candlestick had caused Truth Seeker to go out of control to this extent.
If it were something with even more information, the result would probably be worse.
He needed to master the measure of using this skill more proficiently.
"Well then, time to get to work."
Although these were all low-value free materials that others wouldn't even look at twice, they were sufficient for what he wanted to create.
In this world, the laws of physics were different.
While things like gunpowder could still be achieved, many principles were completely different.
Only when you actually come to another world do you understand that so-called common sense, if not quickly broken down and rebuilt, will eventually cause you huge trouble.
Now, he was going to discard the knowledge he had accumulated over many years.
...
Noah spent the entire day in the public forge, only stopping when stars filled the entire sky.
He had achieved some preliminary results.
Before him lay a pair of dark gray gauntlets.
Compared to the previous mechanical arm guards, these gauntlets were smaller in volume, had a more flexible range of motion and could even perform delicate operations quite well.
The reason was that these gauntlets didn't have built-in explosives, so naturally they didn't need to reserve space for heat dissipation systems.
"The skill's effect... doesn't seem to have triggered."
The gauntlets were complete, but Noah hadn't noticed Truth Seeker's effect of potentially increasing equipment level.
He put on the gauntlets and tried to lift the table in front of him.
Through appraisal, he learned that this table weighed 31 kilograms, heavier than himself.
His current body barely reached 30 kilograms.
Although he had received the God's Blessing, all his ability values were still 0, so his physical capabilities weren't much different from an ordinary child's.
Plus, the table's surface area was too large, its structure dispersed, making it quite difficult to move.
But this was exactly why Noah had created the gauntlets.
To compensate for the shortcomings of his current immature body, supplementary strength-assisting arms were the top priority.
Grasping the edge of the table, Noah's expression remained relaxed and unchanged.
A ring of light appeared on the gauntlet on his hand and then he lifted the table effortlessly, using only one hand.
"Success!"
Noah looked at the scene before him with some surprise, not forgetting to use Truth Seeker's effect to observe the gauntlet's operation.
For now, the operation seemed quite stable.
Not relying on hydraulic devices or gunpowder, but using magic as fuel!
Although the destructive power was inferior to the previous version, that was only because his magic power was too weak.
In his estimation, these gauntlets could withstand the maximum magic power of level 2.
That is.... a level 2 with magic stats at S999.
With his current level, he could only manage to activate them, but that was enough to meet his current requirements.
Since they were made from free materials, he had incorporated some forward-thinking during manufacturing, ensuring these gauntlets would still be usable even after he reached level 2.
Noah considered himself someone with self-awareness, not self-deprecation.
With his three skills that each quite powerful in their own right, if he couldn't even reach level 2, that would be utterly pathetic.
"From now on, I'll call you Raven Feather, no, Raven Feather-Modified."
The first generation Raven Feather should probably be in that guy Hermes' hands by now.
In his opinion, it should still be a decent toy, not something that would be casually thrown away.
'Sigh.'
'Time to get something to eat.'
Feeling the protests from his stomach, Noah left the forge wearing the gauntlets and headed to Hephaestus Familia's night cafeteria.
For blacksmiths, working overtime was common.
Especially for Hephaestus Familia's blacksmiths - they were essentially a gold standard brand, never short of work.
Basically, 996 and even 007 schedules were common occurrences.
When they saw Noah's young appearance and his fully metal gauntlets, even the head chef who was used to seeing all kinds of strange people, couldn't help but be full of questions.
"Kid, whose child are you? Are you lost?"
Noah was taken aback.
Come to think of it, after joining Hephaestus Familia, he should have reported to the guild immediately.
But because he was so focused on creating Raven Feather-Modified, he had completely forgotten about it.