Dropped I Became A God - Chapter 25 Mutyx

An old male dwarf walked through the gates of Vomlodahr, the dwarves’ iron city. The old dwarf looked at the walls of the iron fortress, admiring the quality of it. There were magic symbols carved on the walls, strengthening and fortifying it.

As the old dwarf walked through the iron city, he noticed that almost everything was made of metal. There were street lights powered by mana. A map was even on the ceiling of the city, a blue light making it glow in the darkness.

The old dwarf was Mutyx, the God of Crafting. He was shirtless, showing off his short but muscular frame. Mutyx wore a leather apron, going down and reaching to his knees.

As the God of Crafting, Mutyx had a golden hammer strapped to his back. There were intricate and complex designs carved on the golden hammer, showing it wasn’t just a normal hammer.

Mutyx’s white hair and beard shook as he walked through the streets of Vomlodahr. The city’s quality was amazing, so he wanted to see who made it.

Mutyx walked through the city, garnering some attention from the residents. They were focused on his golden hammer and knew how valuable that would be.

A group of three thugs approached Mutyx, unaware that they were about to make the biggest mistake of their lives. They were all dwarves and wanted to steal the golden hammer that Mutyx had.

“Old man, be ye lost? Do ye need any help?” one of them said, staring at Mutyx’s golden hammer.

Mutyx turned his head to look at the thug. “Aye, I be. Help be appreciated. Do ye know who made this city?”

“Who made this city? I dinna know, but whoever it was, they be probably long dead.”

Mutyx stroked his beard. “Hmm, that does make sense. Well, thanks for your help, I’ll be going now.”

“Old man, wait! I was wondering where ye got that golden hammer on your back.”

“This?” Mutyx pointed behind him, pointing at the hammer. “I made it an’ it isn’t made o’ gold if ye thought it was.”

The thug raised his eyebrows, making a signal to his friends. They saw this and got in position, surrounding Mutyx.

“Really? Ye made that? tha’ss’a pretty impressive, but if it isn’t made out o’ gold, ‘en what be it made out o’?”

Mutyx watched the other thugs surround him, he had realized what they were trying to do. They were trying to steal his hammer. “It’s nae made out o’ a standard material. Yer too young ta understand what it’s made o’.”

“Why dinna ye try us? We might be smarter than ye think.”

“Fine, I’ll tell ye. Youngsters these days. This be made out o’ divine mana, tha mana o’ tha gods.”

The thugs burst out laughing. “We’re nae dumb, there’s only one type o’ mana, an’ even ‘en, ye kinna turn mana into a solid.” The thugs stopped laughing. “Now hand tha hammer over.”

“Nae, i dinna think i will.” Mutyx grabbed his hammer and held it in his right hand.

“What be ye gonna do? Ye shou”ve just stayed at home an’ let your kids take care o’ ye.”

The thugs laughed again, but Mutyx wasn’t laughing. Tightening his grip on his hammer, he swung it at the thug’s jaw, breaking his jaw and sending him flying.

Mutyx laughed. “Well? What’s so funny now?”

The thugs looked at their boss before turning to Mutyx and swinging their fists at him. “Ye were just lucky.”

“Was I? Well, I guess lady luck be helping me today.” Mutyx laughed again, before moving out of the way and dodging their fists.

Mutyx swung his hammer, striking one of the thugs’ sides, making the thug groan in pain. The thug was sent flying, rolling on the ground and arriving at his boss, who was knocked out cold.

The other thug became pale as he saw his friend sent flying. He knelt on the ground in front of Mutyx. “P-Please, dinna hurt me. It wasn’t me idea.” His body shook from fear. Whoever this old man was, he wasn’t normal.

“Wasn’t your idea? It might nae be your idea, but ye went along with it, right?” Mutyx raised his hammer on top of the thug’s head, ready to bring it down at any moment.

“A-Aye, but…” The thug looked up and saw Mutyx’s hammer above his head. “N-Nae, please dinna. I have money, I can give ye all o’ mine. Please, I’m still so young.”

Mutyx laughed. He looked like a demon, holding his bright, shining hammer above the thug’s head. “Ye think I need money? Tha’ss’a nae good enough.” He swung the hammer downwards, aiming for the thug’s head, but stopped at the last second when he heard someone shouting.

“Oi! What’s happening here?!” yelled a dwarf guard, wearing iron armor and holding an iron sword.

“Wou’ ye look at that, it seems yer pretty lucky yourself,” Mutyx told the thug. He turned towards the guard, placing his hammer on his back. “Ah, guard. These thugs tried stealing me hammer. Can ye imagine that? They tried ta steal from an old man? Anyways, I beat them up for ye.”

The guard approached Mutyx, but made sure to keep a good distance, in case he was dangerous. “I see.”

The guard didn’t know if he should believe Mutyx. He looked behind Mutyx, seeing two dwarves unconscious and another dwarf kneeling down, a puddle of piss under the dwarf.

The guard took a closer look at the dwarves’ faces and recognized them as wanted criminals. “Sir, do ye know what ye just did?”

“Nae? what did I do?” Mutyx asked.

“These thugs ye be talking aboot, ain’t just normal thugs. They’re part o’ an underground organization that has a base everywhere.” The guard bowed to Mutyx. “If there’s anything ye want, I’ll try me best ta do it.”

“These guys be important?” Mutyx laughed again before calming himself down. “A glass o’ beer be all I need. This fight got me thirsty.”

“Beer? Tha’ss’a simple enough. Let me handle this an’ I can lead ye ta a bar. Dinna worry, I’ll pay.”