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

Phase One: Clear.

Han Yu began the descent.

The ravine’s inner path was steep and narrow, lined with crumbling rocks and suspiciously slick moss. It took careful footing, rope, and no small amount of sliding-on-his-butt to reach the base.

Having done this before, he felt a bit more confident, though the terrain was still as challenging as ever.

Down there, under the long shadow of the cliffside, sat the entrance: a massive, cracked cavern mouth. Wide enough to swallow five carriages side by side, the cave entrance exhaled a cold, damp mist. Somewhere beyond that mist was the northern cave system, and at its farthest end, the Slumbering Caldera—where Fireborn Beasts were said to dwell.

It wasn’t a short walk.

The tunnels were sprawling, twisted, and, according to every scrap of gossip Han Yu had pried from Kui 1’s mouth, dangerous as hell. They were remnants of old spiritual conflicts, scarred with residual energies and lurking spirit beasts that didn’t care for visitor etiquette.

Han Yu took one cautious step into the cave.

Instantly, the air thickened. It tasted like rust and old incense.

The light of his talisman barely pierced ten feet ahead, casting eerie shadows on slick walls and uneven stone. He moved cautiously, marking his path with glowing chalk runes: basic formation runes he’d memorized under Wu Shuan’s patient (and increasingly exasperated) guidance.

Ten steps, one rune. Every fork, three runes and a doodle of a confused pig. For morale.