Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Following the prayer, Titanos's eyes lit up.

A charming woman in a purple dress, with a curvaceous figure and a gold necklace around her neck, is praying with her eyes closed.

She's beautiful, even more beautiful than Baili Yanxuan!

Baili Yanxuan, that girl, always sports that fiery red, frizzy hair that she never even bothers to comb, what a waste of her fair complexion.

The woman in front of me had her hair neatly combed and coiled from top to bottom, with long ends hanging down to her full chest; she was incredibly alluring.

From then on, she would report to him every day, and he could admire the beauty every day. She was quiet and didn't ramble on, like a beautiful cat, pleasing to the eye and not clingy. All things considered, she was really not bad.

Much better than Baili Yanxuan's overly enthusiastic puppy.

“You’re the one!” Titanos immediately decided.

Ji Wu was standing at the main gate of the Weapon Casters Association, taking the oath of membership.

That prayer she just gave was her vow.

It was already late, and she was the last person to join the club that day.

The reviewers, eager to leave work, were getting impatient. After hearing her oath, they frowned even more: "Couldn't you have been a little more sincere when you swore to join? Just those two sentences? The God of Craftsmen is so great, how could you fool him?"

Ji Wu secretly rolled her eyes.

She doesn't believe in the god of craftsmen, so it's good enough if she's willing to say a few words; to speak too devoutly would go against her conscience.

“I didn’t lie.” She said succinctly.

"You!" The staff member paused in anger, muttering, "If it weren't for the fact that you possess three different kinds of strange fire, who would want you? Really..."

The new and old members around her all cast disdainful glances at Ji Wu.

They all said, "If you are not devout to the god of craftsmen, your casting skills will never improve."

"That's right. Don't think that having three different flames makes you extraordinary. People without faith will not receive protection."

Ji Wu raised an eyebrow and glanced at them: "So, how many kinds of strange fire do you have?"

Her three different kinds of flames were all given to her by her grandfather; others could only envy her!

"You!" The crowd was speechless at her arrogant attitude, and they all angrily retorted, "What a big mouth you have!"

Ji Wu tilted her head: "So, how many kinds of strange fire do you have?"

Everyone was so angry their noses were crooked.

What an arrogant woman!

But, three different kinds of strange flames, they're enough to make anyone's teeth itch with envy! Tell me, which of you here wouldn't want three different kinds of strange flames?

Suddenly, a distant voice echoed throughout the hall: "Your name is A-Wu?"

The sound, like the deep tolling of a bell, instantly silenced the entire hall.

The voice was divine, resonating in everyone's ears and hearts.

They looked around in disbelief.

"It's the god of craftsmen!"

"The god of craftsmen has appeared!"

Everyone excitedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly towards the sky.

"She must have angered the God of Craftsmen, and the God of Craftsmen is about to unleash divine punishment!"

The crowd looked at Ji Wu with dark eyes, hoping to see her trembling with fear, but she stood straight and showed no fear whatsoever.

The voice, as distant and resounding as a great bell, continued: "Aren't you afraid of this god?"

Ji Wu didn't find it particularly frightening. She frowned slightly, her expression skeptical: "Playing tricks. You say you're the God of Craftsmen, so you are?"

Everyone was shocked. Was this woman out of her mind?

Titanos burst into laughter, "Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

"You are very interesting."

He liked women who were feisty like this, who didn't blindly look up to him, but rather retained their claws like a wildcat, making them quite interesting to tease and conquer.

Ji Wu felt herself being stared at by a lewd gaze.

He cursed inwardly, "What a disgusting bastard!"

How can someone of this character be considered a god?

Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror?

He remained outwardly calm, simply asking, "What do you want to do?"

"I admire you."

"The president of the Weapon Casters Association, Baili Yanxuan, is dead. I hereby appoint you as the next president."

The tone was so light and detached, as if he were talking about a dead person, as if he were talking about a dead ant, devoid of any emotion.

But everyone present froze after realizing the meaning of those words.

what?

Baili Yanxuan is dead?

When did this happen? !

But these words came from the mouth of the god of craftsmen, and no one dared to question them.

But... the God of Craftsmen has appointed this woman as the next president of the Foundry Guild? Isn't that a bit too hasty?

They longed to argue and object loudly. But, overwhelmed by divine might, they dared not.

All of God's decisions have their own profound meaning, which need not be explained to ants.

As an ant, one should simply comply.

Their eyes were red with jealousy, but they had to force a smile and urged Ji Wu, "Hurry up and thank the great God of Craftsmen, this is a divine gift!"

Ji Wu frowned; this was far too hasty, and something felt off.

Is the former president of the Foundry Association really dead?

And this thing that keeps calling itself a god, is it really a god?

Titanos, seeing that she hesitated to kneel and thank the gods, spoke in a colder tone: "What, are you afraid, or unwilling?"

“Who says I wouldn’t dare?” Ji Wu raised an eyebrow and cupped her hands in a gesture of respect: “Then I will do it without hesitation.”

Since everyone present has accepted her as the president, why should she refuse again?

"Good, hahahaha!" Titanos laughed heartily.

"Now, I will give you your first task: within three days, find a Creation Weapon Forger hidden in the Second Heaven. If you accomplish this, I will reward you handsomely."

I'll grant you a night of blissful dreams with this god.

Ji Wu, unaware of his filthy thoughts, simply replied, "Okay."

It's good to have something to do.

I'm afraid of being sidelined and having nothing to do, which would disappoint my father's high expectations.

She acted swiftly, going straight into Baili Yanxuan's office and summoning the men under the "deceased old chairman" for a thorough interrogation.

Everyone knows that the new president's power is divinely granted.

No one dared to disobey her, and they all spilled out all the information they had previously shared.

Before long, Ji Wu learned that this "Creation Weapon Forger" was the same weapon forger who forged the emblem of the Holy Light Temple—an old acquaintance, Qin Zhengjiao, the ninth elder of the Qin family!

She even called him "Mom".

After dismissing everyone, Ji Wu immediately called Qin Youyou via the conch shell phone.

"Dad! It's Awu!"

Qin Youyou had just finished cultivating in the Mirror of Light and was gulping down well water from her QQ Farm when she hurriedly asked, "Awu, how did it go? Did you join the Weapon Forgers Association?"

Ji Wu: "Yes, yes, I have become the president of the Weapon Casters Association."

Qin Youyou: "Huh?"

Ji Wu: "The president of the Weapon Forgers Association named Baili Yanxuan is said to be dead, and I have taken her place."

Qin Youyou: "Huh?"

Ji Wu: "Some kind of God of Craftsmanship made me the president. He's looking for the Ninth Elder, and there was murderous intent in his tone."

Qin Youyou: "What!"

Ji Wu: "I have a feeling that this so-called god is not a good person. Dad, what do you think we should do?"

Qin Youyou: "Ah?"