Kill one monster, stack one poison, and I alone will poison my way across the world!

Takayama City Old Town, Tingfeng Street.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city center, the air is filled with a strong smell of coal smoke and the burnt smell of metal cooling.

At the end of the street, in front of a dilapidated shop without even a sign.

"Ding! Clang!"

The heavy clanging of the hammer, like rhythmic war drums, emanated from deep within the shop.

With each hammer blow, visible heat waves surged out from the gaps in the curtain, distorting the surrounding air.

Su Chen lifted the curtain and went inside.

The shop was not very spacious, and the walls were covered with all sorts of weapon prototypes.

An old man, shirtless and with muscles as bulging as rocks, stood in front of the furnace, wielding a dark golden giant hammer.

His movements were mechanical and precise, like those of a tireless robot.

Su Chen cast a reconnaissance spell over there.

【Name: Craftsman Who Doesn't Know】

[Occupation: Master Blacksmith]

【grade:???】

Next to the old man, a pretty young girl with pigtails and wearing coarse work clothes was holding a virtual tablet and swiping it with a frown.

"Master, the batch of top-grade fire crystals sent by the Wang family in the capital has been stored. They want you to forge an epic-grade fire-type staff..."

The girl muttered to herself without looking up.

"queue."

The old man's voice was rough, but his hands continued moving.

"Okay."

The girl skillfully operated the tablet. "The Wang family's order will be placed after the West Sea Dragon Guild's, which is 137 years from now. I will notify their great-grandson to come and pick up the goods."

Su Chen had just walked up to the counter when he heard those words.

His steps abruptly halted.

One hundred and thirty-seven years?

If you wait over a hundred years, your ashes will have been scattered to the winds, what kind of haul will you get then?

"that……"

Su Chen bent his finger and tapped on the greasy wooden counter.

The girl then raised her head and saw Su Chen's young face, a hint of surprise flashing in her big eyes.

"Sir, if you want to buy a ready-made weapon, turn left after you leave. There's a row of blacksmith shops there. We only accept custom orders."

The girl pointed outside the door, her tone so practiced it was almost heartbreaking; clearly, she had to drive away many newcomers who came seeking her out every day.

"I came here to have something custom-made."

Su Chen said casually.

"Custom-made?"

The young woman looked Su Chen up and down, then asked suspiciously, "The starting price for a custom order is ten million gold coins, and you have to provide your own materials, and..."

She waved the tablet in her hand. "You heard it yourself, the current order backlog is 137 years from now. If you don't mind, can I register you first?"

Su Chen sighed.

It starts at ten million, you have to prepare the materials yourself, and you have to wait more than a hundred years.

Is this the skill of a master blacksmith?

"I'd rather not wait in line; I don't have much patience."

Su Chen placed his hands on the counter, looked at the girl, and asked, "Can I cut in line?"

The sound of blacksmithing in the shop suddenly stopped.

Craftsman stopped wielding his giant hammer, turned his head, and stared coldly at Su Chen with his hawk-like eyes.

The girl was stunned for a moment, as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Cut in line? Dude, do you know how many guild leaders and war zone commanders try to cut in line here every day? Who do you think you are?"

The girl rolled her eyes, not even bothering with honorifics.

"Don't be so quick to refuse."

Su Chen didn't feel embarrassed at all; instead, he smiled and continued, "There's plenty of money."

The money he made from selling equipment, plus the gold coins he just received as a reward from the military, has already exceeded fifty million.

"Ha, do we look like we're short of money?"

The girl scoffed.

Su Chen continued, "Actually, my requirements are very simple, not complicated at all."

"Oh?"

The girl sneered, crossed her arms, and said, "It's that simple. Why don't you tell me? If it's Iron grade, I might be willing to help you knock it down."

Su Chen stroked his chin and thought about it seriously for a moment.

"Just give me any Mythic-grade item. It must have the Burst stat or an AOE Spread stat of the same level. Of course, the appearance should be understated; I don't like things that are too flashy."

The words fell.

The entire blacksmith shop fell into an eerie silence.

Only the coke in the stove occasionally crackled and popped.

The girl's sneer froze, her mouth slightly open, looking at Su Chen as if he were an idiot.

Even the usually composed Jiang Buyu couldn't help but twitch his facial muscles twice.

"Mythical level?"

The girl's voice suddenly rose eight octaves, almost piercing the roof of the blacksmith's shop.

"You call that a simple requirement?!"

"Young man, do you know what nonsense you're spouting? In the entire Great Hua Empire, there are no more than a dozen officially recorded mythical-level equipment! Every single one of them causes celestial phenomena upon its emergence; they are national treasures capable of suppressing all ages!"

"It even has an AOE (Area of ​​Effect) attribute? And you can just randomly drop one item?"

The girl, enraged, laughed coldly, pointing at the roof of the blacksmith's shop. "Why don't you just fly to the moon? Do you think mythical equipment is like cabbage at the market, where you can pick three pounds for ten dollars and do whatever you want?"

Su Chen was stunned by the girl's excited expression.

So mythical-level characters are this powerful?

These things aren't taught in high school textbooks.

"No Mythic-level? Then Legendary-level will barely suffice."

Su Chen pursed his lips.

"you--"

The girl was so angry she couldn't speak. She grabbed a pair of pliers from the side and tried to chase the man away.

"Linglong, step back."

Jiang Buyu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

He casually tossed the dark gold hammer aside, making a dull thud.

The old man walked heavily to the counter, his sharp eyes fixed on Su Chen.

"Kid, do you know what the consequences will be for making fun of me?"

The craftsman's voice carried an undisguised air of authority.

That's the aura of a high-level professional.

however.

Su Chen stood there as if nothing had happened, without even blinking.

Even the hem of his clothes didn't flutter in the slightest because of this oppressive aura.

The craftsman's eyes narrowed slightly.

An ordinary professional could never feel so relaxed under his aura.

"President Zhang Ze said that your craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world. You are the most skilled blacksmith in Dahua, uh... no, in the entire world."

Su Chen spoke without hesitation.

What if Zhang Ze's name is useful?

"Xiao Zhang?"

The craftsman frowned, speechless.

Su Chen: "..."

Depend on!

Does Zhang Ze have absolutely no prestige?

"Could you ask Xiao Zhang to recommend someone over...?"

Craftsman's silent gaze swept over Su Chen once more.

This time, his gaze fell on the badge on his chest.

The craftsman was suddenly startled.

"That's interesting."

The anger in his eyes subsided slightly, replaced by a scrutinizing look.

He stared at the badge and remained silent for a moment.

"For Xiao Zhang's sake, I can give you a chance to cut in line. However, legendary equipment isn't something you can just get whenever you want, and I don't have the core materials here."

"What materials?"

Su Chen's eyes lit up.

The other party has given in!

"Ancient dragon bones".

The craftsman uttered four words without speaking.

Upon hearing this name, Linglong's face turned pale, and she quickly grabbed her master's sleeve: "Master! Are you crazy? He doesn't look like someone who can defeat that old dragon..."

"Shut up."

The craftsman stopped his apprentice without saying a word, his gaze still fixed on Su Chen.

"To tell you the truth, the reason I came to northern Xinjiang this time is for this."

"Ancient dragon bones are extremely rare. I searched for decades before finding a secret realm where they might fall."

The craftsman gave a cold laugh.

"That's a special low-level dungeon with a level cap of 40. People above level 40 can't get in."

"And those below level 40 who go in..."

Jiang Buyu pointed to a blackboard next to him, on which several large red crosses were drawn.

"A few self-proclaimed geniuses volunteered to farm materials so I could forge a Dark Gold-grade equipment. Now, their bones should have turned into fertilizer in the secret realm."

The craftsman looked at Su Chen without saying a word, "My silly apprentice is stuck at level 38. She's tried a few times, but she's always returned empty-handed."

"So, kid. You want to cut in line... go and bring back the ancient dragon bone."

"If you can't do it, then get out and stop getting in my way."

Su Chen's lips slowly curved into a smile.

He had already experienced the rewards of the secret realm, which were far greater than those of the dungeons.

Even the lowest-level secret realm offers far greater rewards than the nightmare-level dungeon.

Even without Craftsman's request, once he learned the coordinates of the secret realm, he would still have to go and join in the fun.

Send me your coordinates!