Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Inside Old Zhou's secret forging room.

Yang Ling stood quietly to the side, watching Zhou Zheng upgrade the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Throwing Daggers.

Zhou Zheng's movements were slow, steady, as one after another, the Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Throwing Daggers were upgraded into Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Daggers.

"All done."

Zhou Zheng slowly exhaled a mouthful of stale air and smiled at Yang Ling.

"That's ninety-four Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Daggers in total. Please take a look, Director Yang."

"Master Zhou, your skills are truly impressive."

Yang Ling gave a thumbs-up, then stowed the daggers back into his belt.

Ninety-four Quenched-Gold Armor-Piercing Flying Daggers would be enough for him to use for a good while.