"Hi, my beloved little skeleton, your sword is extremely worn and battered, so it’ll cost you 12987 gold coins to repair it! Don’t you worry, I’m going to use a special method to repair it to make sure that it won’t lose any of its maximum durability!" a blacksmith who was swaddled in a thick cloak said. As he moved his arms to pour molten metal into a cast, I realized that those "arms" were made up entirely of bones. I shuddered inwardly at the sight.

This blacksmith had a sharp eye and he had realized who I was the moment I stepped into his shop, but he still decided to gouge me on repair fees. The entire Dark Moon City was on a war footing, so the NPCs wouldn’t even give their city lord a discount right now! Ah, the hypocrisy of this world!

Just the repair cost of my Cyan Netherworld Sword was more than ten thousand gold. Just forking over the money made me feel like puking blood. However, this made me recognize just how badly I needed to earn more money! If I didn’t keep grinding away, I wouldn’t even have enough cash to repair my own damn weapon!

After that, I got the eerie blacksmith to repair the rest of my equipment. I cried tears of blood as I paid him more than thirty thousand gold. The only good thing about this entire affair was that I had most definitely made the repair cost back and more! Any event that wore my equipment down this much was always a highly profitable one. The diversion...