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

Han Yu winced looking at the gruesome and pitiful sight.

"That could’ve been me..."

He waited until the wasps passed before continuing, hugging the shadows, ducking behind boulders, sometimes crawling to avoid being spotted by the Rock Top Vultures circling overhead.

These ugly featherless creatures had jagged beaks and wingspans as wide as a cart. How they could fly without feathers was simply incomprehensible. From the safe cover of a crevice, he watched one swoop down and snatch a small Magma Back Lizard right off a stone ledge, its claws digging deep into the lizard’s blazing, scale-armored back.

"Even they hunt those things... That’s not comforting."

After hours of tense, sweat-drenched descent, Han Yu finally reached the bottom of the caldera—an alien hellscape of rivers of magma, jagged obsidian fields, and bursts of steam that hissed from deep cracks in the earth like the breath of some slumbering titan. Despite the stench of sulfur, his eyes gleamed with awe—and wariness.

The caldera stretched out before him, a bowl nearly eighty kilometers wide, large enough to hold an entire sect. And it was alive.

All around him, beasts roamed. Magma Back Lizards crawled near the lava streams, their backs shimmering with scales like molten glass. Here and there, massive Lava Catfish—each the size of a carriage—swam through the glowing rivers, their glowing whiskers twitching as they hunted lesser prey. Obsidian Geckos clung to sheer black cliffs, and more wasps buzzed above.

But what Han Yu didn’t see disturbed him the most.

"No Fireborn Beasts..."

He had memorized the descriptions. Fireborn Beasts had no flesh, no blood—just pure elemental forms, often shaped like wolves, tigers, birds, snakes or other reptiles, their bodies formed of flame and energy, flickering like sentient infernos.