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

Han Yu nodded, pulling out the sealed box containing the Regenerative Pulse Pill. "As instructed. One pill. Keep it dry, and administer it after food."

The merchant clutched the box as if it were a sacred relic. "Thank you. Truly, thank you."

Han Yu didn’t linger. After recording the transaction on his identity token and exchanging formalities, he quietly left the town and made camp on a wooded ridge just past the farmlands.

As the fire crackled beside him and the stars shimmered overhead, he took out a fresh scroll and recorded a partial completion report for the pill delivery.

He’d wait a few more days to submit it—best not to make it seem like he finished too early.

Tomorrow, he’d head deeper toward the wolf territories.

’Hopefully,’ he thought, ’Meng Jueyan will have already done the heavy lifting.’

And if she had?

Then his next move would bring him just a few stone throws away from the alleged mine.

Where the real game would begin.

Han Yu departed from the southern edge of Emberthistle just as the mist began to lift from the forest floor. His robes were unmarked, simple, and unassuming—perfect for blending in. He made sure to suppress his presence and avoid any cultivators along the path.

Roughly thirty kilometers out, in the denser regions of the wild woods, he found the spot Meng Jueyan had designated. It was a quiet clearing surrounded by old trees and boulders, with a bubbling stream cutting across one side. The sun filtered weakly through the canopy above, casting dappled light over the mossy earth.