Summary
After awakening as a blacksmith, I devoted my entire life to crafting, solely to protect humanity.
However, humanity fell not by the Tower, but by traitors. The weapons I had forged with my heart and soul were reduced to the weapons of the betrayers.
Heroes perished against the enemies pouring out from the collapsed Tower. A regret that came to mind only after reaching the threshold of death:
“If only I had believed in my own potential and climbed the Tower myself.” “Wouldn’t I have been able to create a different ending than this?”
As I was dying, submerged in a sea of surging regrets and lingering attachments, What raised me up was none other than an unidentified core I had created myself.
[Congratulations. You have been chosen as an Awakened.]
The moment I regressed to before the starting point of all my regrets, I made a vow. “I will never repeat the same mistakes.”
Transcendent-Class Blacksmith, a title I earned by doing nothing but crafting items in the forge my whole life. Now, I will climb the Tower and forge my own future.