My Passive Skills are Invincible!

The guard was also slightly stunned. He obviously did not expect a human adventurer to come here and not watch the forging competition.

In fact, he stopped Mike because he wanted to enthusiastically help Mike show the way.

Mike naturally knew about the forging competition. In his previous life, Furnace City had hosted it countless times, but he did not know that it was happening today.

"Do you need me to introduce it to you?" The Dwarf guard said with a smile.

Mike also smiled and said, "No need. I know about the forging competition. I'll go and take a look."

After saying that, Mike directly left the place.

Looking at Mike's back, the guard shook his head helplessly.

This human adventurer obviously did not know about the forging competition. That direction was not the viewing gallery, but the registration area.

However, what he did not know was that Mike wanted to go to the registration area!

On the way, Mike opened his friends list as he walked. He found Super Rich and sent him a message.

[God Slayer: What level are you at?]

After a minute, Super Rich replied.

[Super Rich: Just reached level 35. Why? Are you going to help me level up? XD]

[God Slayer: No, no, no. It's not about leveling up. I might be forging a few pieces of equipment today. Do you need them?]

[Super Rich: Of course. If possible, I'd like you to forge level 40 equipment].

[God Slayer: Ok.]

The conversation was very short, but the exchange had already been completed.

After confirming the buyer, Mike could rest assured and forge. He did not want to waste his time spent on forging.

Soon, Mike came to a small table.

The registration was almost done.

Although many Dwarves could forge, only a handful was really capable.

Many who felt that their skills were insufficient did not sign up. They did not want to be humiliated.

After all, only the first place in the forging competition was rewarded. If one did not have the confidence to win, there was no need to participate.

Mike lightly knocked on the table and woke up the staff who was about to fall asleep.

After the Dwarf was awakened, he quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. The blush on his face told Mike that this guy was secretly drinking during office hours.

Other than forging, the Dwarves liked to drink. Mike was also very clear about this, so he naturally pretended not to notice.

"Mr. Human Adventurer, what can I do for you? Friendly reminder, the viewing gallery of the forging competition is over there."

The Dwarf staff kindly pointed in another direction.

Mike picked up the pen and form on the table with a smile, quickly filled in his information, and handed it to the staff.

"I'm not here to visit, I want to participate in the forging competition."

"Yes, yes, he's here to participate in the competition!" little tree spirit Stone shouted excitedly.

"You want to participate in the forging competition?" the Dwarf staff showed a surprised expression, and then this surprise turned into a slight mockery.

Forging had always been the Dwarves' specialty, and they had always been proud of it.

In their eyes, the best forging race in the world was only the Dwarves. The forging skills of other races could not be compared to the Dwarves at all.

Mike did not care about this at all. He just wanted to sign up.

The contempt of a Dwarf meant nothing to him.

The truth was always the most convincing.

The staff did not have the right to stop others from signing up, so the Dwarf finally stamped Mike's registration form.

"Well, good luck," the Dwarf said with a twitch of his lips.

Mike responded with a smile and turned around to enter the competition venue.

Although the competition had not started yet, there were already many spectators in the venue.

As far as the eye could see, most of them were Dwarves. After all, in their minds, the Dwarves would definitely win the forging competition. This was their pride, so they were very motivated.

Of course, besides the Dwarves, there were also many other races who came to watch the competition.

Most of them were not here to enjoy the forging competition but to find an excellent forging master.

As for why they looked for a forging master, it was obvious.

Mike smiled and walked from the edge of the venue to the contestants' resting area.

As soon as he walked into the resting area, the other contestants around him all cast their gazes over.

Yes, they were all Dwarves.

When they saw Mike, they did not take him seriously at all.

Mike was very happy about this.

If these people insisted on coming over and making fun of him, Mike would feel very troubled.

Simply winning the competition and getting the reward would be enough.

Although there were only three Dwarves and four competitors including Mike, it did not mean that the quality of this forging competition was low.

In fact, the rewards of the annual forging competition were very high.

Mike remembered very clearly that one of the forging competitions had rewarded an orange hammer.

For a forging master, a hammer was not a weapon used to attack, but a forging tool used to forge equipment.

Therefore, that year's forging competition was particularly famous.

As for what the reward was for this year, Mike did not know.

In his previous life, he should still be fighting monsters and leveling up in the human territory at this time, so he did not pay attention to these things at all. Therefore, even Mike, who had been reborn, was unaware of this information.

Regardless, the reward would definitely be decent.

Mike smiled and found a seat. He did not communicate with the other three competitors.

The other three seemed to look down on Mike and did not converse with him.

The four of them were safe and sound in the rest area.

Soon, the registration was cut off, and no new competitors joined.

In the arena, the host's voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Today is the annual forging competition. This is the glorious tradition of us Dwarves, and also the day to show our forging skills, which can be called art, to the world."

The host openly boasted about the Dwarves' forging skills, causing all the Dwarves present to cheer loudly.

The Dwarves themselves were an irritable race. Their friendliness would only appear under special circumstances, such as today's festive day.

Soon, as if receiving the host's signal, the cheering stopped.

The host continued to speak loudly,

"However, today is a special competition that is different from the past.

"We actually have a human contestant today!

"I'm sure everyone is clear that over the past 50 years, there has neevr been a contestant that isn't a Dwarf.

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to this human contestant's performance."

The host's words sounded friendly, but the crowd burst into laughter. Obviously, no one thought that this human could achieve anything.

In their opinion, other than the Dwarves, the other races were here to embarrass themselves.

The laughter naturally reached Mike's ears.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

'Since you all think the Dwarves are the best blacksmiths.

'I'll show you what a real master is today!'