My Blacksmith System: Transforming my Weapons into Beautiful Maidens

"W... what happened?"

The young man whispered as he slowly began to open his eyes.

Slowly but clearly, the world before him began to clear up.

Yes, the red crimson sky that screamed chaos and death.

Looking to his right was the image he had forgotten, or rather, tried to forget.

"Please... kill me," cried the woman who was surrounded by multiple crab-like creatures.

Her plea for death began to make sense the moment the young man realized what was happening.

She was being eaten alive.

His eyes widened, survival instinct kicking in.

He felt his hand grab the hilt of his blade before standing up.

Thwack!

The young man quickly stabbed a monster that was right behind him. Blue blood dripped on his head before the monster fell.

"Damn you all! Damn you, Fallen Ones!"

So he yelled at the world.

A world once known to be peaceful, with flaws that could easily be controlled.

One day turned hellish when extraterrestrial beings from another world called Fallen Ones began to show up.

They destroyed everything they touched, kingdom after kingdom.

Humanity's strongest soldiers fell like ants, unable to lay a single finger on them.

This was the fate of the world—to be destroyed.

Finally, the last defense humanity had crumbled to the ground,

leaving in its wake only one survivor.

Chained to his knees, with a battered face and wounded guts, the white-haired man looked up at the four entities that stood before him.

One of flames.

One of earth.

One of water.

And the last was lightning.

They were known to be the Primordials.

And they observed the man in an amusing manner.

"Kill me," pleaded the man.

To be the only man alive on Earth was not something anyone would wish upon themselves.

Then, a question was asked of him.

"Do you wish to live... or die?"

Feeling mocked, the young man yelled with rage, "Kill me, you fuckin' assholes!"

And just then, he felt his head separate from his shoulders.

He died.

Not long after, he heard a soothing voice call out to him.

"Sir Hero! Sir Hero, blink if you can hear me."

Compared to the agonizing screams of people dying all around him, the voice made his raging soul calm down a bit.

Slowly, he began to open his eyes, the bright glow blinding him until finally, he was able to get a clear vision.

Kneeling beside him was a beautiful priestess, her white gown glued to her body as if it were her own skin. On her head was a blue crown, and a golden staff that she held with one hand.

Seeing that the young man had woken up, the priestess uttered, "Oh dear God, I'm glad you woke up. I was afraid I failed the summoning ritual."

'Eh? Wasn't I... just dead?' the young man thought to himself, his eyes scanning his surroundings to get a good grasp on where he was.

From the colored glass to the huge statue, he was able to tell he was in a church.

Shifting his gaze from the ceiling to the beautiful priestess with mesmerizing green eyes, he asked,

"Lady..."

"My name is Eri."

"R..ight. Eri, how am I still alive? What happened to the Fallen Ones? How did I end up in a church?"

As his questions kept flowing, Eri began to wear a serious look.

"You are aware of the Fallen Ones?" she asked, almost in disbelief.

The young man could only raise a brow at her question.

There was no way no one did not know about the Fallen Ones; they completely destroyed the entire world in a matter of weeks. Even a child would remember their horrific faces.

"Ahh~ thank goodness. And here I thought I would have to start explaining everything from the beginning. I'm glad," Eri smiled a bit, now hugging her staff as she stared at the man.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Right, but you should freshen up first. I tried to keep my composure, but... it's hard to have a decent conversation when you're... flashing me." Eri covered her face, her cheeks completely red, pointing at the man's crotch.

It took a second for the young man to realize he was lying on the floor, completely naked, with his ding dong out.

"Oh..."

...

A few minutes later, the young man was walking out of the back room, now dressed in a new outfit.

Leaving aside the fact the young man was handsome with white hair and blue eyes, he also had a great figure.

Seeing a handsome man dressed in a black slim-fit top and trousers, accompanied by a white hooded jacket, made Eri stare a little too much than she was meant to.

"Is this better?" the man asked as he separated his arms a bit for Eri to get a closer look.

"Yeah, it's hot—sorry, it looks good on you. You're covered now," she replied.

Still carrying the stern look on his face, the man walked over to the woman and sat down beside her.

"My questions..." he uttered, his hard gaze focused directly on her.

"I should first introduce myself." Eri positioned her hand on her chest. "I am Eri O'Neil, the third priestess blessed by the Angel. And you are the hero summoned to save us from impending doom."

"Hero?" The man was confused.

"Years ago, our world was being eaten by Hakiaas, strange monsters that slipped through the fabric of our reality and slowly began to destroy the very world as we know it. No, the world was destroyed."

As Eri spoke, the man began to remember the horror he had faced from those monsters, his fists clenching as he gritted his teeth.

"Luckily for humanity, we had a savior on our side—the Angel. Using her incredible power, she forced the Hakiaas out of Earth, wrapping the world in a barrier to keep them out. She then rebuilt humanity from the start, saving our world from being destroyed."

"The Angel? I have never heard of that," the man uttered.

"The Angel went missing right after. No one knows what she looked like or who she was. But in her words, she told humanity of a hero that would save us and grant us our freedom. You are that hero."

The man suddenly raised his hand a bit. "I think you got the wrong person. I am no hero. All I want to know is where I am, and how I get back home. If you say everyone was revived, then I should be able to go home to my sister."

"You have a sister here?" Eri tilted her head to the side.

"Yes, I do."

"Eh?"

"..."

"Please give me just a second."

Eri elegantly stood up from the ground and walked over to the bench, where she picked up a book and began to flip through it.

"Fuckkkkk!" she screamed.

....

[A\N: This work is participating in Wsa, I really hope you enjoy this book for the long run. I promise, it's going to be worth it.]