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

The final talisman’s glow, however, was growing dimmer by the second.

Enough, Han Yu decided with a heavy heart. It was too dangerous to push further. His body was battered, his protective talismans nearly spent, and the fiery wilderness behind him offered no mercy for the weary.

He clenched his teeth, forced his legs to move, and turned to flee toward the caldera’s edge—the relative safety that awaited beyond the molten nightmare.

But the caldera was a beast of its own, relentless in its fury.

Just as Han Yu reached what he hoped would be a safer distance, the talisman’s protective barrier shattered with a sharp crack that echoed in his ears like a gunshot. The shield that had been guarding him from the inferno’s full wrath vanished in an instant.

Suddenly, the heat hit him like a physical blow—a blazing, crushing wave that seared through his skin and muscles.

The fine hairs on his arms ignited and curled away in smoke before his very eyes. His skin prickled unbearably, as if his nerves had become exposed, raw and aflame. The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before—sharp, relentless, and all-consuming.

His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he thought he might collapse right there, consumed by the molten rage of the caldera. But then, through the agony, a shard of clarity pierced his mind—a memory, vivid and sharp: Li Mei, cool and focused, as she tested a new pill. The image steadied him.

’This is just another pill test,’ Han Yu told himself, clutching to the illusion like a lifeline in the storm. ’I’m fine. I’ll be fine later.’