Lucci's words were like the light of creation, instantly illuminating Eitri and every dwarf.
It could be improved!
The Fourth Prince—not only identified flaws in their proud masterpiece, but took it upon himself to perfect it further!
Ecstasy.
Uncontainable ecstasy washed away shock and loss in an instant.
"Please… please guide us!"
Eitri's voice turned hoarse from excitement. His huge body trembled slightly; his eyes burned with a curiosity unlike anything before—like a most devout student awaiting instruction.
But Lucci did not recite profound theories, nor did he pick up a hammer to demonstrate.
Instead, he calmly walked to a vast empty metal workbench beside the materials library—normally used to draft and revise designs. Several drafting pens made of special crystal lay there.
Lucci offered no explanation. He simply picked up a pen casually.
Under the dwarves' expectant, curious, reverent gaze—he began to write.
Complex, mysterious symbols flowed from his pen.
They were not Asgardian runes, nor any known language or symbols of the Nine Realms.
Some resembled swirling galaxies. Some looked like collapsing black holes. Some were like nodes entangled in multidimensional space.
Each symbol seemed to carry cosmic truth, faintly shining with laws known only to powerful souls.
At first, Eitri and a few top master-smiths could barely keep up. They could tell Lucci's first symbol represented "basic composition of matter," and the second involved "energy-conduction pathways."
Just those two symbols stunned them.
Because Lucci's expression was thousands of times more concise than theories they had compiled across tens of thousands of years—yet ten thousand times more accurate.
Straight to the essence.
They trembled with excitement, feeling they were witnessing a road to a new level of forging.
But after the third symbol, every dwarf completely crashed.
As if an invisible hand had clenched their minds, their brains stalled entirely.
What Lucci was writing exceeded their comprehension.
"Dimensions," "curvature," "law-string vibration," "energy-state dominance"…
Concepts they had never heard of—couldn't even imagine—were condensed by Lucci into a series of unimaginably intricate formulas using godlike symbols, organized with terrifying rigor and refinement.
Eitri stared at the workbench. Fine sweat beaded on his forehead. His brain ran at unprecedented speed, desperately trying to grasp even one ten-thousandth of the secret.
But it was futile.
It was like forcing a primitive who could only count to understand calculus and relativity.
They could feel that every symbol and equation contained a great truth that might overturn forging itself.
They knew it was an infinite treasure.
But they couldn't even find the keyhole to the treasure's door.
A helpless sense of their own smallness stabbed into every dwarf's heart.
Yet that helplessness did not produce irritation—rather it gave birth to even more fanatical worship.
"An unclear enlightenment."
At this moment, only those words remained in every dwarf's mind.
They stopped trying to understand, and instead looked up like pilgrims, memorizing with reverence.
They engraved every movement Lucci made, every stroke order of every symbol, deep into their souls.
The entire deduction process took about five minutes.
Lucci finally stopped writing.
The entire massive metal workbench was packed with dense, shining, mysterious formulas.
They interlinked to form a grand, perfect blueprint of the universe.
At its core, Lucci had written a relatively simple "conclusion" line—almost incomprehensible to the dwarves:
—Uru Dimensional Enhancement Formula
Lucci set down the pen, pointed at the workbench, and said lightly to the petrified Eitri:
"According to this formula, when forging Uru divine steel, on the seventy-second day add [37] grams of 'Tears of Stars,' [19] grams of 'Void Dark Iron,' and [3] grams of 'World Tree Root-Whisker Powder.'"
"Then adjust the neutron star furnace's energy output to the 'Seventh Waveband' I specified, and perform final quenching for [7] minutes."
"In this way you can activate the formula's laws, 'upgrade' Uru's internal atomic structure, and shift it from three-dimensional links to four-dimensional links.
Energy conduction loss will approach zero, and the upper limit of its law-capacity will increase by at least [100] times."
Those words smashed into every dwarf's heart like a heavy hammer.
Near-zero loss.
Carrying capacity increased by [100] times.
This… was no longer an "improvement."
This was a complete upgrade.
A qualitative transformation—from mortal matter into divine substance!
Trembling, Eitri pulled out a blank memory scroll and carefully copied every symbol and formula from the workbench, stroke by stroke.
Holding the heavy scroll titled "Uru Dimensional Ascension Formula," his hands shook violently—like he wasn't holding a scroll, but Nidavellir itself… even the future of the universe.
He stared at the heavenly seal on the scroll, eyes reddening again.
He still didn't understand it.
But he knew—he was absolutely certain—
This was a creation that transcended the era, surpassing even tens of thousands of years into the future.
Its value exceeded the sum of all Nidavellir dwarves' accumulated wealth!
"God… an oracle…"
"Thank you, god! Issue the oracle!"
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