Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2038: Hitting the limit

The divine energy I unleashed poured into the mold, and I could sense it shaping up within its confines.

Using this mold meant I just needed to pour in enough to ensure the blade took on the correct form.

All I had to watch for was preventing any overflow from the opening, though that proved simple enough.

In the end, forming the blade didn't require much time.

Upon prying open the mold to expose the blade, the dwarves gazed at it with clear contempt. It was obvious they disapproved of crafting a blade through such an lifeless mold.

Yet for the others present, this didn't seem to matter much.

To them, the blade appeared rather impressive.

It matched the ideal dimensions for a standard-issue weapon and slid seamlessly into the prepared handles.

With the blade ready, a handle was fetched, and the full sword came together.

Once assembled, the next step was simply to put the sword through its paces.

These trials led everyone to conclude that the sword had no flaws.

It functioned as a completely ordinary blade, one they could wield without issue.

At the same time, its construction from divine energy made it highly effective against corruption energy.

This positioned it as the ideal weapon for large-scale production aimed at the racial alliance's troops.

Armed with this sword, any fighter could stand against the monsters infused with corruption energy.

Still, its effectiveness against the Apostles of Destruction remained uncertain.

For those Apostles, forging a true blade as the dwarves desired might be necessary.

But at this moment, that wasn't the priority.

Our immediate focus had to be on producing these swords in bulk and distributing them to the racial alliance's forces.

While the forces of Destruction stayed idle, we should outfit our own with the finest arms available.

To achieve that, though...

"I need more molds." I declared, much to the dwarves' disappointment.

Upon hearing this, their faces naturally fell.

They had opposed the molds from the start, so reluctance to create more was expected. Even so, the dwarves recognized the vital role these weapons played for the racial alliance.

After some reluctant deliberation, they proceeded to craft the additional molds.

The number grew from one mold to two.

Then doubled again to four, and continued that way.

Crafting the molds wasn't overly difficult, but the dwarves needed time to adapt since they rarely produced such soulless items. Creating molds devoid of any spirit felt like a betrayal of their artisan's honor.

That's why they worked on the molds gradually.

In the meantime, I kept using the existing molds to forge additional blades.

This posed no challenge for me, as directing the divine energy required no physical effort—just a mere intention to channel it into the molds before me.

After infusing the molds with divine energy, I didn't bother extracting the blades myself.

I simply handed that task over to the assistants present.

They removed the blades, fitted them into the handles the dwarves had readied, and carried off the completed swords.

Working as a team in this manner quickly turned the process into an efficient assembly line for sword production.

That said, the operation didn't stay flawless forever.

Given our gradual increase in output, hitting a bottleneck was inevitable—and it arrived sooner than anticipated.

This bottleneck, however, stemmed not from the overall line but from my personal capacity alone.

As just one individual, I faced clear boundaries on what I could manage independently.

I couldn't handle more than twenty molds solo, as control slipped beyond that threshold.

Ultimately, overcoming this would involve honing my command over the divine energy.

The true major constraint lay in my finite reserves of divine energy.

Filling the molds demanded substantial amounts, rapidly depleting my stock.

"This rate of consumption isn't maintainable, and I'll soon exhaust my energy." I mused inwardly, though a countermeasure had already crossed my mind.

Summoning that solution required only a fleeting thought, yet...

"No, I don’t want to." Queenie resolutely turned me down when I requested her divine energy.

I had foreseen this reaction, so I came prepared with incentives to sway her.

Unfortunately, they fell short, as she still refused.

It looked like she was sharpening her resistance to bribes.

In the end, I needed to offer even greater temptations to win her over.

Thanks to the connections Haley established, locating Queenie's favorite items proved straightforward.

Despite her tough front, she couldn't resist her cravings in the end.

That was typical for a slothful divine envoy like her.