Early in the morning, as the bright sunlight started to interfere with his sleep, Seo Jun-Ho stared at the status window while lying on his bed.

[Seo Jun-Ho]

Level: 88

Title: Bringer of Spring (+2)

Strength: 255         Stamina: 260

Speed: 267            Magic: 292

Fame: 4,940

"5 levels...”

This was the result of clearing Forever Land, which was definitely not full of dreams and hopes. To be honest, Seo Jun-Ho wasn't very happy with the results.

‘Maybe it's because my level is higher so I won’t be able to level up that easily anymore.’

Cheetey and Beary were strong opponents. But his level didn’t rise very much from defeating those guys.

"When will I get to level 120?"

Phew

If other Players saw him sighing deeply, they would probably have a strong desire to whack the back of his head. In fact, Seo Jun-Ho's growth rate was fast enough to even surprise the Administrator.

'Level 88 isn't that low, but it feels low.'

This was because level was relative after all. He might have felt it even more after meeting the two giants, Kim Woo-Joong and Shin Sung-Hyun.

"But rather than that...”

Seo Jun-Ho turned his head slightly. Next to the bed, the Frost Queen stood and waited for him fully ready since morning. She was in a dress and had arranged her hair in a way that it would cover her eyes.

"Let me ask you this first. Are you going out somewhere?"

"Yes..."

"Where are you going?"

"Contractor, you promised to buy churros. I'm waiting."

"Oh…"

She was right. He definitely made that promise.

‘I don't think I said I'd buy it today, but...’

He felt sorry that she stood next to his bed, staring up at him since morning. As such, he decided he should just buy her one.

"But I don't know if there's a place around here that sells churros.”

The place where they were currently staying was Leiark, the imperial capital. Certainly, the amenities and infrastructure here were so good that they weren’t all that different from Korea. There was a lot of food here and there, and it was a great city where you could enjoy Frontier’s culture. Seo Jun-Ho's expression brightened as he rummaged through the Community forums.

"Here’s one. They say it’s a good restaurant."

"Take the lead right now, come on," the Frost Queen urged.

"Wait, let me wash up too."

When Seo Jun-Ho left the room after quickly getting ready, the Frost Queen followed him. These days, except for certain situations, she was starting to go on errands on her own.

"Hooo, this is a churro! Long and sweet! Delicious! Is this not a great snack?" said the Frost Queen, enjoying the churro.

"Don't eat too much. You’ll get fat."

"Spirits do not gain weight. And I saw in a drama that the food you enjoy has zero calories."

"Do you really believe that?"

Sadly, the Frost Queen's cheeks had recently become slightly, very slightly chubby. The sharp and charismatic look of the past seemed to have been reduced ever so slightly. In general, she had become just a little rounder and cuter.

"Cease staring at me."

"Oh, this is the reaction that comes out when you look at someone who's gained some weight."

"I did not gain weight!"

Since she seemed to be under a lot of stress, Seo Jun-Ho decided to stop there.

‘If she gains more weight, I'll make her go on a diet.’

Seo Jun-Ho had no intention of seeing his contracted Spirit become the first obese Spirit of the Spirit world.

"Welcome…"

The place they visited was a luxury liquor store. To continue its trade relationship after being connected to Earth, the imperial capital of Frontier had also started selling Earth's alcohol.

"Do you have a Frontier edition of Diva Vodka?" asked Seo Jun-Ho.

The manager's eyes shone. "You know your liquor. Please come this way."

Diva Vodka used to be called the most expensive vodka in the world. It was a vodka considered the ultimate luxury, and it was made by purifying finely ground gemstones, such as diamonds, with a filter. However, new gemstones such as mithril had been added through trade with the Frontier, so the price had increased even further.

"How much is it?"

"It's 140 gold."

"Mmm."

1.4 billion won was certainly a high price. However, Seo Jun-Ho handed over a pouch of gold without hesitation.

"I will pack it with the utmost care."

"No, there’s no need for that." Seo Jun-Ho put the single bottle into his Inventory. "I’ll probably get scolded for doing something unnecessary if I have it packaged."

"I see..."

Leaving the dazed manager behind, Seo Jun-Ho headed to Del Ice. It was the city of dwarves.

"Last time, I didn't even get all the equipment I requested because I came in a hurry.”

"Oooh, that was certainly the case."

All the commissioned equipment was probably completed by now. Those were essential in the upcoming Battle of Port Lane.

"Oh, you're here, my friend!"

The dwarves of Del Ice welcomed Seo Jun-Ho sincerely. It showed that he had become a full-fledged friend of the dwarves.

"Long time no see. Where is Graham?"

"He's over there."

"Let's have a drink later!"

"Please call me anytime."

He still couldn’t adapt to the dwarves asking him to have a drink with bright smiles on their baby faces.

"You’re here." Graham raised his hand lightly and greeted him.

"I ended up coming a little later than expected."

"Well, it doesn't matter. It’s not like the quality of the equipment would go down over time." He pointed to a stack of boxes in the back. "It's all yours.”

"Can I ask you to explain the equipment?”

Graham grinned at Seo Jun-Ho's request.

"If you didn't let me, I would have been a sad old man.”

Rubbing his hands like a fly, Graham took a large box and put it on the desk.

Click.

When he opened the box, a ferocious great sword appeared. Graham stared at it enthusiastically.

"I, Geez... When I saw your barbaric commission, I wondered if my eyes had gone bad."

"No way..."

"It’s 3 meters long with 32 saw-toothed wheels embedded along the body that rotates when injected with magic."

Woooong!

Graham childishly made the sound of a chainsaw.

“He’s a cool guy who will grind everything down from skin to intestines once you've managed to make him do the job.”

"Did you mean cruel guy?"

"Haha…"

Seo Jun-Ho stroked the sawtooth sword with a satisfied expression. "How many kilograms is it?"

"1,305 kilograms. I slightly exceeded your request of 1,300 kilograms." Graham asked suspiciously, "But Seo Jun-Ho... Boy, can you even lift this?"

Generally, no matter how high a Player's strength stat was, very few people could handle a 1,300-kilogram sword freely. With just pure strength, it would be really hard.

‘Besides Rahmadat, there's probably no Player who can handle it with pure strength.’

In other words, it was essential that one had to have their body strengthened with magic. There was no Player on the 2nd floor who couldn't do that, but no one could maintain the magic strengthening around the clock like Seo Jun-Ho.

"No problem."

Woooong!

Holding the sawtooth sword as if it was made out of feathers, Seo Jun-Ho cut the air three times. Its heavy weight traveled to his whole body through his fingertips.

"Oh, you can really lift it. Your body looked weaker than Kim Woo-Joong...”

"Would I ask you to make a sword that I couldn't even lift?" Seo Jun-Ho smiled softly at the surprised Graham. "I like the weight, length, and design."

"Keuk. A greatsword has to be heavy to be a greatsword. It should be too heavy for weak men."

Of course, Seo Jun-Ho wouldn’t have been able to wield this weapon if he didn’t have the habit of keeping Overclocking running at all times.

“Then…"

Graham nodded with his arms crossed and brought the next box over. The box contained a long spear. One would feel a shiver down their spine even if they simply looked at it.

"It's 4 meters long, weighs 270 kilograms, and it's made of… Ten Thousand Years Old Cold Iron.”

It was a rare metal that could only be found in the polar region of the upper snowy mountains of Del Ice. Even the White Anvil Dwarves didn't have more than a few kilograms of the material, and its grade was unique at the least.

"Dwarves don't pack metal when they move. We make them all into something before leaving."

The timing was good. Normally, even if Seo Jun-Ho placed an order with Ten Thousand Years Old Cold Iron as the material, they wouldn’t have allowed it.

"It looks cool. It's like seeing a dragon made of ice," praised Seo Jun-Ho.

Overall, the spear was shrouded in blue light and the handle had a carving of a dragon’s head. As soon as Seo Jun-Ho tried to pick up the spear, Graham grabbed his wrist first.

"Seo Jun-Ho, are you really confident?"

"What do you mean by confidence?"

"Whew, did you order without knowing anything?" Graham sighed lightly and raised his sleeve.

And then a bumpy, muscular arm—no, a child's soft and thin arm was revealed.

"Dwarves are blessed by Horn, the god of earth and blacksmithing. We received the qualification to handle all metals, along with exceptional dexterity to produce any building, weapon, armor, and accessory."

"I know."

"But humans are different..."

Press.

Graham slightly pressed Seo Jun-Ho's chest with his index finger.

"Ten Thousand Years Old Cold Iron is a metal that can only be found in the polar region of the upper snowy mountains, even further up than Del Ice. If ordinary people touched it, their blood would freeze and they would die.”

"Okay?"

He had no idea about that.

"So why did you make it for me?"

"Because you are a friend. You did us a favor, so we did you a favor, but…" Graham's eyes shone. "I can't let a friend die. I made it for you, but if you can't handle it, you can’t take it."

The moment Graham tried to close the lid of the weapon box, Seo Jun-Ho stopped him.

"I can handle it."

"Seo Jun-Ho, you foolish human. A moment's pride can cloud a bright future."

"I agree." Seo Jun-Ho gave Graham no time to stop him and grabbed the spear made of Ten Thousand Years Old Cold Iron. "But I really am confident."

"You, you reckless fool...!”

Seo Jun-Ho frowned as soon as Graham exclaimed.

'Ugh, it's definitely cold.’

The coldness ran from his hand holding the spear all the way to his heart, but that was it…

[Cold Tolerance (B) Skill resists the cold.]

[Frost (EX) skill has forced the cold into submission.]

‘How dare you show your teeth in front of me? Stay down.’

In a flash, it was suppressed. The spear, which had been blowing out frost as if it wanted to swallow Seo Jun-Ho, suddenly calmed down like a well-tamed beast.

“…”

Graham’s eyes opened wide. It was the first time he had made such a face.

"Huh, you… Are you really human? To make the Ten Thousand Years Old Cold Iron quiet down like a cat in an instant… And it's one of the metals that even us blessed dwarves can't handle so easily...”

"I was lucky."

"Geez, you always say you’re lucky. What about an unlucky dwarf like me? Should I just go and die then?”

Graham looked at the final box in the back and said, "Do you want me to explain that too?"

"It’s fine. That’s not my item, anyway." Seo Jun-Ho said with a gentle smile. "My friend's going to use it."

"Just explain it to your friend well. That also…" Graham trembled with a tired expression. "It's a weapon that can change the map depending on who uses it.”

"I'll keep that in mind."

Seo Jun-Ho placed the three weapon boxes into his Inventory. Now, the preparations for war were over.

"Oh, and this is a little show of my sincerity."

"Tsk tsk. Seo Jun-Ho, you really have no idea what friendship is. We’re friends, is there a need for you to bring anything? I don't like that."

Graham, who valued romance, frowned. But when Seo Jun-Ho took out a beautiful vodka bottle from his Inventory, Graham’s expression stiffened.