The sculpture’s life is low, but it has very fast speed.
There are three attributes attached to this lifeform.
The quality and ability of the attributes will differ according to the shape and level of the sculpture.
Light Attribute (100 %), Fire Attribute (100 %), Holy Attribute (100 %).
The fire does not give in to anything. It has an extremely powerful fighting spirit as well as high defense and high magic defense.
It can burn enemies using the power of fire.
It has immunity to all cursed magic. A strong resistance to black magic has been formed. It can use a little bit of Divine Magic.
Because this was once a light sculpture, a special ability is added.
Cursed individuals will be released from the magic, and monsters with evil intentions will have their power weakened.
5,000 mana has been used.
Increases skill efficiency of life-restoring magic by the 20 % of the level and stats.
The Art stat has permanently decreased by 6.
The decreased stat can be recovered by creating sculptures or other artistic activities.
The level has dropped by 1.
Due to the decrease of level, the most recently raised stats will decrease by 5. Decreased stat can be raised again when level rises again.
Please care for the sculpture’s life. When it loses its life, it can be revived again.
When destroyed completely, it cannot be revived.
The Wings of Light hopped onto Weed’s back and attached itself there. Because it lacked a body, it had to rely on someone else like a parasite.
The wings, which were made out of tens of meters of grand light, rested on Weed’s back. Silently, radiant light beamed as the wings spread.
Weed looked like he’d turned into a Warrior of Light with his magnificent wings.
Weed’s body suddenly floated in the air.
“Let me down already.”
With one word, he broke the mood.
The Wings of Light spread themselves even more. The silvery blue light vastly spread, covering the road in an exquisite glow.
The effort of its will and own strength to make its owner happy!
Weed scrunched his forehead and frowned.
“Turn the light off.”
“…”
“Just go down. I’ve already flown a lot.”
“…”
The Wings of Light became 15 times smaller and lightly let Weed back onto the ground.
“Owner, please choose my name.”
The Wings of Light politely said to Weed.
Different from the chilly voice of Bingryong and the Wyvernes, with their bad personalities, the voice of the Wings of Light was pure and angelic.
“Your name is…”
“Let’s go with Light Wing.”
“…”
If the Wyverns, Geumini, and Bingryong were there, they would have shared its pain and suffering.
Weed decided to leave the Statue of Death alone for now.
“I think there’s some kind of a secret hidden behind this sculpture…”
He could effortlessly feel this was the case.
The created quest item linked to Death Hand! There was no doubt that an unimaginable quest was waiting.
“I should put all troublesome things on hold.”
Weed decided to just wait for now.
Kuruso had lots of other sculptures, but the most urgent matter was to find the clues about Kendellev!
— Find the Dwarf sibling who became lost while he was young. For clues, use the statue of his younger appearance.
It was a quest to find a fully grown Dwarf by looking at a statue of his younger appearance. Dwarves never retain their younger appearance, so this was impossibly difficult commission to complete.
Weed found the Dwarf’s younger sibling within Kuruso’s cave.
“That’s right. My name is Norman. How were you able to recognize me?”
“There aren’t many Dwarves that look as stupid as you, you see. You’re no different now than when you were young.”
“Ooohhehehehhng!”
The Dwarf Norman who burst into tears like a baby!
— It is difficult to identify the minerals used to make this sculpture.
It was a quest to analyse the material of the sculpture and to find the cave where that material could be extracted.
The commission was completed with the mobilization of the Dwarven Blacksmiths and Miners.
Thanks to the development of mines by a Dwarf named Twitter, Weed was able to register his name as the owner. If the ruby mine was developed well, it would yield a lot of revenue in the future!
Although Weed completed 10 quests, he wasn’t able to discover a trail leading to Kendellev. Because not all sculptures possessed a unique memory, there were times when he met a dead end. Even after examining every sculpture in Kuruso, Kendellev’s trail was nowhere to be found.
“This is not an easy quest after all.”
The Dwarves who had accepted the Sculptor Instructor Jorbid’s quest wondered if they had all been idiots.
“There’s really nothing I can do properly…”
However, it was too shameful to go to back to Iron Hand village and give up on the quest, so he decided to linger in Kuruso for ten more days.
“Art Hand, it’s clear you’ve worked really hard.”
Herman was next to Weed.
Herman, along with Pin, had decided to come and watch Weed sculpt from morning to night. Besides Herman and Pin, there were at least 50 other Dwarves watching him.
They were the Dwarves who had grown close to Weed after many quests. And there were Dwarves who waited in the hopes of watching Weed carve another light sculpture.
However, Weed did not make another light sculpture.
‘My sculpting skills aren’t perfect yet.’
The Wings of Light had miraculously emerged, but his skills were far too underdeveloped to judge himself.
A historical work of art!
The artistic value of works that were extremely unique was massive. However, such incredible works didn’t show up often. Although he always tried to make something great, not everything turned out as fantastic!
While making the Wings of Light, he made countless of small mistakes, and he had the will to do it again..
‘I’m attaching the light, making it out of light, using the properties of light. It won’t do if I don’t understand the character of light well.’
A sculptor’s inherent skill was to identify the material they were using.
Weed used his Moonlight Sculpting skill and played with the light. Whenever his mana ran out, he would take an ordinary piece of wood and carve it while restoring his mana.
He ate bread crumbs in between projects and made all kinds of sculptures.
“…”
Weed did not respond to Herman.
Even Weed knew it was customary to honor his elders and be polite, but there was a limit to that. He grew tired of Herman’s countless of questions and chatter while sticking right next to him.
Not bothered by the fact Weed wasn’t replying back to them, Herman and Pin talked among themselves.
“A man with such determination will succeed regardless of what he does. Pin, be sure to meet a steady, hard-working man.”
“Of course. But where can I meet a man as steadfast as he?”
“Is there a reason to search for one far away when there is one so close?”
“Oh my, grandpa, you’re too much.”
The stress they were putting on Weed together was building up. Even when Herman left his spot, there were always other Dwarves to take his place and attempt to start a conversation.
The Dwarves from the quest and those in the same professions talked amongst themselves. They gave Weed the weapons and armour they made so could he engrave them.