Transmigrated as a Ghost

After being left in Thabon’s workshop alone. Marcus went straight to work and began looking through the book of the strongest formations that Thabon knew.

Of course, each of these formations were complicated and could only be etched into amethros since other materials simply could not take their power.

‘Hm I am not going to have much room, but these two ought to do along with the more standard ones.’

Having quickly read through the dozen and a half formations. Marcus picked out the two that would be bested suited for what he had in mind.

‘Now, I hope this works.’ He thought once he was ready to begin.

Walking over to Thabon’s special furnace, Marcus once again lit it up, and began feeding it cores from high level monsters and beasts.

Then while that was happening, he added the piece of amethros he had chiseled off earlier along with part of one of Gwyneria’s scales into a crucible.

With the starting materials now in place, Marcus looked towards the raging furnace and placed the crucible inside.

‘Embodiment of Eclipse, Bright Form.’

‘Blazegram’s Furnace.’_.

Having already experienced heating up amethros once before. This time Marcus knew how much it was going to take and blasted it with his full fire power right from the start.

Yet, as the piece of amethros and Gwyneira’s scale began to melt and merge together, Marcus knew it was time.

Gritting his teeth Marcus prepared for the next part knowing that it was going to hurt like hell.

‘I think that twenty percent should be enough.’ Marcus thought as he gathered a piece of his soul together.

When he had finished his preparations, he took out his scythe and sliced of his right arm. Where he had concentrated his confer blessing ability and sealed in a large portion of his soul.

As soon as he did, he felt a searing pain throughout his entire being as he cut away a fifth of his soul.

However, even through the pain, Marcus endured it and sent his arm into the crucible.

Covering the top, he allowed his essence and soul to be absorbed into the amethros, guiding the process.

Of course, it was quite distressful to do this, but as a spiritual being of the highest-class, he managed got through this with sheer will power.

Once it was done, he removed the crucible and poured the molten amethros mixture out into an ingot mold to use later. After he had recovered form the removal of such a large portion of his soul.

‘Okay time for a break.’

Sitting down, Marcus looked at his arm that was beginning to reform, and sped up the process with his healing magic.

‘There we go. Good as new.’ He thought once the arm had regrown.

Still even though his form had recovered, the strength of his soul was now twenty percent weaker than it had been just a minute ago.

Though while his soul was now fragmented, he could still feel its strength within the amethros. He had simply transferred it to another medium.

‘It definitely feels weird. It is a bit different than just giving out the blessings. But as long as it works like I want, it will all be worth it.’

After waiting for about an hour to get used to is new state, Marcus finally felt ready to continue again.

He needed to heat the metal up on last time and then shape it into the form of the item he planned to make.

‘Damn it is a lot harder this time. Losing out on twenty percent of my power is making a huge difference.’

Activating the furnace once again, Marcus found his new weaker state simply did not have enough strength to properly heat the amethros.

He had already been giving it his all before, and now he was just shy on the ability necessary to reach the correct temperature.

For a few moments he even contemplated using his soul devour skill for the extra boost, but quickly dismissed this idea.

Using that skill was a double-edged sword, and he had already cut himself very deeply once with it. Leaving him with no desire to do so again.

Luckily, another idea came to mind, and he focused on the part of his soul in the amethros.

Even if it was away from his core form. He could still control it just like he was able to do with his scythe.

Taping into the power he had sealed within the ingot, he was once again able to use his full strength and the metal began to heat up.

And this time he did not even need to estimate if he was right based on instinct and skill. He could feel the very essence of the metal that he had bonded to and knew when it was at the perfect temperature.

With the amethros ready to be worked, he quickly took it out of the furnace and began hammering away.

He had already imagined making this item dozens of times. And having literal put his soul into it, Marcus molded his first creation out of amethros.

‘There the base is done.’

Once the item had taken shape, Marcus held it aloft and examined the ring he had just forged.

‘Well, it is a bit bigger than a normal ring, but I need the space for the enchantments.’

Once he was certain that the ring was exactly the shape he wanted and did not have any flaws. He placed it down on the work bench and began getting ready to make the formations.

First, he had to implant a magic core, but for an item of this size that was easier said than done.

Still there was a method to shrink cores down.

So, after cutting away an compressing the strongest core in his possession, Marcus had the core ready to be implanted into the ring.

‘That was more difficult than I thought it would be, but I managed to do it. Now time for the hardest part.’

The magic core now in place, Marcus began etching in the formations he had chosen. Being ever so careful not to mess up.

He had very little surface area to work with and no room for errors.

‘Damn this one really is tough.’ He thought as he slowly made process on etching in just the first formation.

However, once that was done, he had to begin the second in an even more contained area.

With razor focus, Marcus continued making progress, compelling the two main formations he wanted to enchant the ring with. Before adding the more basic ones such as strengthening and size adjustment.

‘There we go. It is done.’

Marcus having finished his first item made of amethros, held the ring aloft and looked at it with pride.

It was truly an item to be praised. and was now easily the most valuable one in his possession.

‘I wonder how much this would have gone for at that high end auction? Two hundred thousand gold? Maybe four hundred?’

‘Well at the very least it is worth way more than three months of my salary.’ Marcus thought while chuckling.

Yet as great as it was, this ring would not be staying in Marcus’ possession for long as he had already planned to give it away.

‘I wonder what Mraz’s face will look like when I give this to her.’