Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking - Chapter 919: Norman Rockwood - Makers Guild Master

Chapter 919: Norman Rockwood – Makers Guild Master

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Norman Rockwood, blacksmith and guild master of the Makers Guild.

Smithing was where it all started for Norman. He grew up in an isolated and barren world. He was the son of a village smith and a midwife, the firstborn of their six children.

As the oldest child of the family, Norman was raised to be a responsible man early on. He was already helping at the forge before he even learned how to read or write.

Not that he’s forced, mind you. He willingly helped with whatever he could. Sure, kids in his village had to mature early because of poverty, but even they started later than he did.

Norman loved to create things. He almost always spends his time making something; that’s him being idle. And because of this, when his creativity struck, he was practically unstoppable.

It’s because of this innate trait of his that, at the tender age of ten years old, he had learned everything that his father could ever teach him, and more.

It sounds absurd, but Norman was clearly not an ordinary child. He was blessed not only with the gift of creativity but also with innate divine strength. He could lift sledgehammers like they were toys with his young and immature body. He was wrestling cows, bulls, and boars and subduing bears at the age of 9.

He was a spectacle, a divine child, in the eyes of his village. And he made good use of his gifts to not only elevate the status of his family but also bring prosperity to his village.

His legend began there and only grew more outrageous over time. By the time he was 40 years old, he was already a world-renowned blacksmith, one that received the call of beyond.

By the age of 41, he left his home world to pursue greater heights in his craft. He traveled through worlds, learning from various teachers and leaving legendary stories behind. The things he created were adopted and used universally.

This made him very rich, but Norman couldn’t care less. What he pursued was the joy of creation and making things that provide comfort and protection to the people he cared about.

It’s this quality of his that earned the admiration of many of his fellow smiths, and they began following him religiously. In their eyes, he was a godly blacksmith, one that would never be stumped by any form of difficulty.

If it could be imagined, Norman could make it.

This was the foundation of the Makers Guild. And it’s through this that he met the love of his life. A woman who not only did not dislike the absurd time he spent in the forge covered in soot, but also shared his passion for creation.

Slowly but surely, the reputation of the Makers Guild rose, and with it, Norman’s popularity. He was seen as an eccentric. He was rarely seen outside of his forge, but his creations were universally used and popularized.

Humanity owed him so, so much for their current status because without his creations, life would’ve been so much more difficult for them.

It was Norman who invented space gates—stable portals that could be used to visit distant worlds. He was credited for at least 60% of the creation of the virtual universe. He also invented alloys that are now commonly used for spaceships of all types.

And more importantly, at least 70% of the Human Council HQ was created by Norman himself.

At this point, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that Norman was the Makers Guild. The others, although as talented and as valued as him, are just likeminded people who joined his cause or were charmed by Norman’s creation and wanted to learn from him.

And Norman wasn’t a stingy fellow. He’s not the type to lock away knowledge or blueprints. If his guild members wanted to learn something, be it one of his creations or something else, that knowledge could be found in their library, one that everybody could freely peruse so long as they’re not going to take advantage of it.

Nowadays, Norman couldn’t be seen regularly anymore. He’s not dead, just being his usual self.

Even though the chaos realm no longer needed his help or his creations too much as it once upon a time, Norman never stopped creating. It was his passion, the very reason why he was born.

He could be found locked in either his forge or his warehouse. If he’s hammering away at something, then he’s tinkering with something. He just doesn’t stop, and he never gets tired of it.

However, today was a special day.

Norman received an invitation, one that he could not refuse. He valued this invitation so much that he religiously cleaned himself of all the dirt and grime that stuck to his skin; he stopped looking at blueprints, left his forge, and put his smithing tools away.

He made sure to look clean and presentable. Why? Because he was meeting his friends.

Of course, no friends of Guild Master Norman would be ordinary people. But even most of his friends won’t force him to leave his forge. However, these people did it with just an invitation.

Not only that, it even made him take a bath and made sure that he looked presentable. He even bothered his wife for this.

That alone says a lot about the friends he was about to meet.

Once Norman was dressed finely and was more than presentable. He held the invitation and infused it with his origin energy.

With a swoosh, he disappeared from where he was. Then, in the blink of an eye, he was found standing before the gates of the Human Council HQ—the very infrastructure that he practically made with his own hands.

Norman spent at least a solid minute staring at the building. He gave it a measuring gaze, searching for any flaws, deterioration, damages, etc. Then, he sighed, looking almost relieved.

He didn’t find anything alarming, at least, which was good enough for him.

Norman then began walking forward, and the doors opened before him as if welcoming him inside. As he strode to the meeting room indicated in the invitation, Norman roamed his eyes over the interior structure of the council. He was searching for signs of deterioration, flaws, and other things that needed repair.

It wouldn’t be wrong to say that the Human Council HQ was his magnum opus, the proudest work he had ever created, so it’s only normal for him to pay close attention to its current state.

He was relieved to see that everything was being preserved well.

Eventually, he arrived at the meeting room.

He wasn’t the first one to arrive. There were already people here, ones that he knew too.

First was the glamourously dressed man wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore three golden bangles on his wrist, and his aura screamed of undeniable wealth and prosperity. He was like a peacock spreading its tail with how loud his presence was. It’s only normal that he was the first one he noticed.

The other was a man that looked as if he crawled out of hell with nothing but his own two hands. The angles of his face were too sharp, sharp enough that they could cut steel.

His eyes looked sharp yet hollow; it’s as if he could stare at a divine alloy and leave cuts along its surface with just a glare. But his eyes also looked like they had witnessed horrors beyond human comprehension.

’The current president of the Golden Bangle Bank Nation—Ilya Silverspoon, and fleet space marine admiral—Hector Ashborn,’ Norman mused inwardly.

As reclusive as his lifestyle was, it doesn’t mean that he’s disconnected from the world. On the contrary, he’s actually quite knowledgeable about the common affairs of the world, plus more, because everybody was using his creations, and his creations are tied to him no matter what anybody said.

He inclined his head at them, and he saw the glint of recognition and respect in their gazes. Norman really didn’t care, but it does feel nice to be acknowledged despite his humble appearance.

“Oh, good! You’re all here. Norman, my friend, please take a seat. We’ll begin shortly.”

That voice…Norman will never forget about it. It belonged to Nicholas, one of his best friends. The man that never looked down on him and the one of the very first people who trusted him and his creations wholehearted.

It was Nicholas and the other Human Sovereigns who backed him up all the way, and Norman wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.

They were special to him; that’s why he personally remade the whole council, practically, on his own. That’s why he will always pay attention to them and will drop everything if they need him.

Norman valued his bonds with the current Human Sovereigns, and they would always have his support in their endeavors.

“Alright gentlemen, thank you for sparing us your valuable time. I know that our invitation came as a surprise to all of you, and I appreciate you coming here from your busy schedules.”

“Now, if I say that we’re planning on colonizing two chaos realms for humanity’s use, how much support can we expect from you?”