Villainess Breaker: Raising Broken Beauties Against Destiny

Elder Garron waved his hand, and two items appeared on the table.

The first was a heavy black-red hammer.

Its handle was wrapped in dark leather, while the hammerhead was covered in faint flame patterns. Even while lying still, it gave off a fierce heat, like it was waiting to smash both metal and skulls.

Garron tapped it. "Top-Rank Profound Grade hammer, Flame Bull Warhammer. It can be used for blacksmithing, but if needed, it can also become a proper weapon."

Damian’s eyes brightened. "Good. Very fierce. Vulkara will like this."

Garron pointed at the second item.

It was a beautiful violet flute made from smooth spiritual jade. Faint silver lines ran along its body, and when the light touched it, the flute gave off a soft, dreamlike glow.

"This one is also Top-Rank Profound Grade. Violet Dream Spirit Flute. Just like you wanted, I made it elegant and violet-colored."

Damian nodded with satisfaction. "Yeah. These two are good."

Garron crossed his arms. "Of course they are. I made them."

Damian stored both items carefully, then looked back at Garron with a grin. "Alright, Elder Garron. Now, what kind of help do you need with romance?"

Garron’s rough face became serious as he coughed lightly. "This... I want you to help me get closer to the Hall Master of the Sword Hall."

Damian blinked. "Sword Hall?"

Garron raised an eyebrow. "You don’t know? The place where you got your first sword. Also, the Sword Tomb is managed by the Sword Hall."

Damian paused before nodding. "Oh. I see. I forgot."

Garron stared at him silently.

Damian coughed and quickly changed the topic. "So you want me to make her like you?"

Garron nodded slowly. "Her name is Elder Mirena. She is a cold woman with a sharp tongue, and she is also a really strong sword cultivator."

Damian rubbed his chin. "Sounds like Master’s long-lost sister."

Garron’s mouth twitched. "Do not say that in front of her."

Damian grinned. "Don’t worry, Elder. I still value my life."

Garron snorted. "Good."

Damian leaned back slightly and thought for a moment before nodding. "Fine. I’ll see what I can do."

Garron’s eyes brightened. "Yeah, I knew you would agree. After all, you’re the professional."

Damian nodded proudly. "Don’t worry. When it comes to beautiful women, I have some skill."

Garron looked at him seriously. "Then I will leave this matter to you."

Damian cupped his hands. "Sure."

But before leaving, Damian suddenly remembered something. "By the way, Elder, one of my disciples is the person who will receive the hammer."

Garron raised an eyebrow. "The fierce one?"

Damian nodded. "Yeah. She said she wants to become a blacksmith. Can she learn here?"

Garron paused for a moment before nodding. "No problem. Let her come here after she reaches Foundation Establishment. I can teach her."

Damian’s eyes brightened. "Really?"

Garron waved his hand. "Of course. It’s rare for a woman to like blacksmithing. Most female disciples prefer alchemy, medicine, talismans, or sword dancing."

He glanced toward the noisy hall outside and grinned. "Besides, having a girl around might lift the spirits of these men here."

Damian coughed. "Elder, I need to remind you. She is really fierce."

Garron laughed loudly. "Haha! Don’t worry. We are blacksmiths. If we get beaten by a little girl, then we deserve to be ashamed."

Damian smiled. "Good. Then I’ll send her here later."

Garron nodded. "Do that."

Damian stood up and cupped his hands again. "Alright. Thank you, Elder Garron. I should leave now."

Garron gave him a serious look. "Remember our deal."

Damian grinned. "Of course. I’ll help you with Elder Mirena."

Garron’s rough face finally showed a satisfied smile. "Good."

Damian waved his hand and left the room, carrying the two custom gifts with him.

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Damain quickly returned to Selvara’s mountain peak after leaving the blacksmith hall.

A short while later, Damian arrived at the side courtyard where Violetta and Vulkara were staying.

Before he even knocked, Vulkara’s voice sounded from inside. "Master?"

Damian raised an eyebrow. "You can sense me now?"

The door opened, and Vulkara stood there with her arms crossed. "Of course. I’m not useless."

Behind her, Violetta smiled gently and bowed. "Welcome back, Master."

Damian nodded with satisfaction. "Good. Both of you look energetic."

Vulkara glanced at him. "You look suspiciously happy."

Damian grinned. "That is because I am a good master."

Vulkara’s eyebrow twitched. "That sounds even more suspicious."

Damian ignored her and took out two items from his spatial ring.

The first was the beautiful Violet Dream Spirit Flute.

The second was the fierce Flame Bull Warhammer.

The moment the two items appeared, Violetta and Vulkara froze.

Damian first handed the violet flute to Violetta. "This is for you. A Top-Rank Profound Grade music instrument, Violet Dream Spirit Flute. It should fit your path."

Violetta accepted it carefully, her eyes softening. "Thank you, Master."

Damian smiled and turned toward Vulkara. "And this is yours."

He placed the heavy black-red hammer in front of her. "Top-Rank Profound Grade Flame Bull Warhammer. You can use it for blacksmithing, and if someone annoys you, you can also smash their head."

Vulkara’s eyes instantly brightened, but she quickly forced her expression to stay fierce. "Hmph. Not bad."

Damian grinned. "Only not bad?"

Vulkara looked away, her ears slightly red. "...Thank you."

Damian laughed softly.

After that, he looked at her more seriously. "Also, after you reach Foundation Establishment, you can go to the blacksmith hall."

Vulkara blinked. "Really?"

Damian nodded. "Tell them you’re my disciple. Elder Garron already agreed to let you learn there."

Vulkara’s fingers tightened around the hammer handle.

For once, her fierce expression softened a little.

"I understand," she said firmly. "I’ll reach Foundation Establishment soon."

Damian smiled. "Good. Then do your best."

Violetta held her flute close and smiled gently.

Vulkara lifted her chin, still pretending to be calm, but the excitement in her eyes could not be hidden.

Damian looked at both of them and nodded with satisfaction. "Good. My disciples are growing well."