“Hey, wake up, wake up,” Filo said, lightly smacking the uncle’s cheek, leaving big red handprints.
The uncle groggily opened his eyes. Filo had already dropped her fake level 300, back to a surface-level 1.
“You’re up? Good. Any longer, and your daughter might’ve killed me,” Filo said, thumbing toward the young woman.
“Who’d kill you?!” the woman huffed, cheeks puffed, kinda cute. But too old for a “young maiden”… not my type.
She rushed to help her dad up.
The uncle clutched his head, dazed, scanning the room.
First, he was baffled. Then, chill. Then, seeing Filo… he cracked.
“You’re a hero-tier adventurer?!”
“Hero… what? I’m no hero…” Filo blinked, confused.
Chiyan leaned in, whispering, “Hero-tier’s what humans call 300+ powerhouses.” Filo’s words, to any wary human, screamed I’m not human.
Filo coughed awkwardly. How was she supposed to know? She ain’t human!
A faint “ghost” vibe flickered around her.
“Big Sis, that’s basic knowledge…” Xiao Lin said softly.
With her racial memory, Xiao Lin’s smarts outclassed the whole crew.
“…”
Filo went silent.
Give me some face, even if you’re right.
“Cough, uncle, let’s cut the stroll. Got any decent gear? Money’s no issue—quality is,” Filo said, snatching the coin sack from Bingpo.
The jingle of big gold coins was crisp—irresistible to most. Even Filo couldn’t resist that sound.
Q: Aren’t you a salty fish?
A: Who says salty fish don’t love cash? More money, more salty.
People say money buys happiness. Filo’s take? You can’t even imagine a rich person’s joy.
The uncle eyed the sack and Filo’s earlier aura, gulping hard, then whooshed a thumbs-up at himself.
“Of course I’ve got the goods! You’re that badass, so no harm showing you. Follow me, upstairs!”
He headed to a corner. Who’d guess this tiny shop had a loft?
The young woman bowed, apologetic. “Sorry, my dad’s a bit chuuni. He thinks his gear’s god-tier, but it’s… average. Not trash, just… normal. Please don’t crush him when you see it—he might lose it.”
Filo waved awkwardly. Chuuni and overconfident?
So my last chapter’s big brain was just punching air? God, that’s embarrassing.
Her cheeks flushed. Chiyan piled on, “Master, your face is red! Sick? Let Bingpo cool you down.”
“Yep, cooling time!” Bingpo smirked, knowing Filo was fine but jumping at the chance to mess with her.
Smack! Smack!
Filo grabbed their heads, growling, “Get inside, stop screwing around.”
She dragged Bingpo and Chiyan to the loft. Talk about hidden depths—this place was bigger than the shop below.
Walls lined with… weird-ass gear.
The uncle, brimming with confidence, pitched his “godly” weapons.
“This is the Flying Axe! Spins its blade out, tested to one-shot a goblin!” he said, holding a massive axe.
Goblins: low-intellect, hive-mind critters. Bottom-tier among races, perfect leveling fodder for humans. Prime enemy material.
Sounds decent, but after the daughter’s warnings, Filo wasn’t quick to judge.
“Can I try it?”
“No problem!”
He handed over the axe. Filo hefted it—solid, good quality for an axe. But that spin ability? Gotta test it.
She stepped to the loft’s edge, opened a window, took a breath, and hurled the axe.
Whoosh!
The blade spun fast—speed, rotation, weight, all legit!
Filo’s first thought: This is solid. But seconds later, she froze. The blade was still spinning.
“Uh… this axe is wild. How far’s it fly before coming back?” Filo asked, pointing outside.
“Uh… it’s one-use. It doesn’t come back.”
“…”
Damn damn damn damn! One-use?!
Filo whipped her head to the window. The axe dropped, thumping right in front of a veggie-buying lady.
After a second of shock, Filo slammed the window shut, picturing the lady’s incoming cussing.
Not her fault! Anyone hearing “spinning” assumes boomerang vibes, right? Who knew it just spins in flight—a total one-shot prop!
Now, Filo really got the daughter’s warning.
This uncle’s gear… beyond ridiculous!
Tftc!