Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time

Han Yu narrowed his eyes. "Why so cheap?"

"Because no one gives me any jobs!" the disciple blurted, face turning red. "I just want to prove I can actually do something without blowing up a forge again—uh, not that I ever blew one up recently!"

"...Right."

Han Yu tapped the glaive on the ground and studied the kid.

There was something earnest about the guy. Nervous, yes—but not the conniving type. Besides, the weapon wasn’t enchanted or spiritually bound. If he ruined it, Han Yu could just punch things again until he got a better one.

"Fine," Han Yu said, holding out his hand. "Deal."

The disciple grinned so hard it looked like his face might crack.

"I’m Mu Zhi, by the way!" he said. "I’ll have it ready in three days. Just leave it with me and don’t touch the forge doors if you see it sparking."

Han Yu handed over the glaive and the payment, but hesitated as Mu Zhi slung the weapon over his shoulder and waddled off toward a tiny workshop labeled ’Annex 9¾’, hidden behind a collapsed cart and a very angry chicken.

"Three days," Mu Zhi called back. "I promise you’ll love it!"

As Han Yu left Weapon Peak, he wasn’t sure whether he had just made a clever deal... or entrusted his future to a guy who looked like he’d lose an arm wrestling match with a broom.