Transmigrated as a Ghost

“That certainly was something.” Marcus said to himself as the left the Blazegram Forge.

Thabon’s celebratory drink had turned into a full-blown party for the forge, and they had spent the last nine hours drinking and eating food.

The amount of alcohol alone that was consumed was staggering. and in all honesty, Marcus probably had around twenty percent of the total amount or more.

All of the dwarfs seeing him able to keep up with Thabon started challenging him to drinking competitions, which they had no chance of winning.

As much as dwarfs could hold their alcohol, they were still flesh and blood and had their limits. Marcus on the other hand did not and could drink endlessly with no negative effects.

‘I mean when they busted out stuff that was over ninety percent alcohol what did they expect to happen.’

Pretty much everyone other than Marcus was passed out right now from excessive eating and drinking. And while it had been fun, Marcus had other plans to attend to.

It was time for him to finally make what he had been working towards for quite some time now, and that was an amethros weapon for himself.

‘I have an open invitation to use the castle’s forge whenever I like. Now all I need to do is send word that I am ready.’_.

Once he returned home, he promptly had a letter delivered to the castle, and two days later he received a response that they were ready for him.

When he arrived, he was brought to the impressive forge he had used to create Frostine’s crown.

‘That certainly is a lot of cores.’

Inside the room where crates filled with the magic cores necessary to power the furnace and there were easily enough for him to have completed multiple projects.

Along with that there was a letter left from Kalt saying that if Marcus needed any materials that the kingdom could provide that they would be happy to do so.

‘Well thanks for the offer, but I already have everything I need other than more amethros. Which I am pretty certain is outside the confines of the kingdom’s goodwill.’

Quickly going around Marcus got everything ready and stored away anything that might burst into flames or melt once the furnace was going.

Now that his preparations were completed, he took out all of the amethros he had and placed it on an adamantine bench along with the materials form the creatures that that Ardea had acquired for him.

‘The fangs from the nightskitter and the horns from the Archon Shedu will definitely be the best.’

Picking through the material Marcus grabbed the ones that would do best to enhance his weapon to greater heights.

If he combined these materials with the amethros it would make the metal stronger and have a better affinity for light and darkness.

Still, from his last experience Marcus remembered that when he tired to mix materials from creatures with opposing affinities it nearly failed and ended up as a waste.

He had to use part of his own soul as a stabilizing agent, and he figured that he would have to do that again.

However, he did not want to split his soul up any further, which left him only one option.

‘You served me well, but I will need this part of my soul back.’ Marcus thought as he melted down his current scythe.

As the weapon broke down the part of his soul that was in it was released and he absorbed it back into himself.

Of course, this would normally not be possible, and the fragment of a person’s soul sealed within a weapon would be lost if it was broken. But since Marcus’ form was just his soul to begin with and he was a great spirit, it was easy enough for him to just reclaim the separated piece.

‘I suppose I can find a use for this adamantine later.’ He thought as he poured the metaled material into a large mold.

Now that he was ready to begin Marcus pulled out a large crucible and placed the fangs of the nightskitter, the horns of the Archon Shedu, and the amethros inside.

With that done he lit up the furnace to as hot as it could go normally and further increased the temperature with his fire magic.

Then when it was hotter than the surface of the sun, he stuck the scarlet ore crucible in and waited for everything to melt together.

‘Now.’

Sensing that the light and darkness energies of the materials he was using were fighting against each other, Marcus broke off a piece of his soul and sent it into the crucible.

This time he did not do something stupid like cutting his arm off, as now he knew he could simply split the piece of his soul off and send it into the mixture.

‘Damn that was not enough.’

Unfortunately, just giving the amount he had before for his adamantine scythe was not enough, and he needed about double the amount to finally stabilize the conflicting elements.

When the process was completed, he poured the mixture of amethros, monster and beast materials, and his own soul into a mold and waited for it to cool.

‘Oh, it turned out better than I thought.’

Picking up the now solid ingot that was quite sizable now, Marcus tapped around and inspected the amethros.

It was noticeably darker in some areas and lighter in others with bright white and dark lines running throughout it.

There was no doubt that it had taken to the light and darkness elements imbued within it making it even stronger than normal.

Still, as happy as Marcus was, he knew that this was only the first step and that the hardest parts were yet to come.

‘Now I need to shape the amethros into a blade for my scythe.’

Sticking the metal back into the furnace Marcus heated it up until it was glowing so brightly that a normal person’s retinas would have been fried, and then placed it onto the enchanted amethros anvil.

Going to work he hammered away at the metal. Shaping it and imbuing large amounts of his mana into it.

It was tedious and difficult work as the metal was in a thick ingot and practically refused to be worked with. But Marcus’ level nine forge skill and the use of his supreme skill every now and then he managed to get the main form of the blade completed after around sixteen hours of nonstop hammering.

With that done he ground it down and made it sharp enough to cut anything that so much as grazed the blade.

‘Wow if I push a little mana through the blade it can slice through even unenchanted adamantine.’

Testing the blade out on an ingot of adamantine Marcus found that it cut it right in half with only around half of his strength.

‘Now to make the polearm.’

With all of his amethros tied up in the creation of the blade Marcus had to use something else to make the scythe’s handle.

He needed to make sure that it was as close to as strong as the amethros as possible. And luckily, he had just the right material.

‘The bones from the thunder behemoth along with some adamantine and the other materials from the nightskitter and Archon Shedu should do nicely.’