Game Pool

In the end, at Mu Sicheng's strong request, Bai Liu passed on the badge to them to deal with.

This year's highlight is weapons modification.

The weapons modifier Charles had introduced them to was oddly shaggy, with half-grown hair that was very unkemptly congealed into locks by some kind of blackened motor oil, hanging casually by the side of his disheveled beard, and an overly dirty face that gave no indication of his age.

The location of their weapon modification is a very remote place in the game, kind of like a car warehouse, the walls are hung with big and small modification knives, cross cutters, saw blades and all kinds of strange modification tools and semi-finished products, the air is filled with unpleasant soot and gasoline smell.

On the ground there was a huge iron furnace burning, inside was a furnace of bubbling magma, the remodeler pulled down the welder's mask on his head, and with a long hook caught some kind of burnt weapon that could not be seen in its original shape and submerged it into the magma.

"Zip-zip-zip," the magma rose in long, black smoke.

Two seconds later, the reformer pulls out the long hook, which is empty of weapons-obviously melted into the lava.

"Tsk." The reformer grunted irritably, "Who sent a skill weapon with such a low melting point, it's gone in one dip!"

The apprentice next to him looked at the pot of lava without tears and jumped anxiously, "...... Master, you should at least measure the melting point of the weapon before you put it in the pot! How are we going to get the weapon out of the pot?"

"If you can't get it up, forget it." This reformer carelessly tossed the long hook aside and angrily roared, "Even my stone slurry boiled with Samadhi Flame can't withstand it, so what's the point of reforming this weapon! It's useless!"

Mu Ke Their gazes couldn't help but fall on the pot of bubbling magma, and they couldn't help but gulp, gripping the weapons in their own hands.

The remodeler, dressed in an eighties or nineties workman's suit and thick felt apron, lifted a hand to toss his greasy hair behind his head, set a welding gun that was flashing electricity against the wall, and slanted a glance back at Bai Liu and the others, "So you're the ones who want to remodel, huh?"

Restraining his desire to get out of here immediately, Charles nodded reservedly, "It's them."

"Bai Liu, this is the best weapon modifier in the game - Hua Gan will."

Hua Gan hid a pair of iron-hook-like eyes between his dirty hair and face, swept them around sternly, raised his arm and hooked the pair of gloves from Bai Liu's hand into his own before anyone could react.

"This is your weapon of skill, right?" Hua Gan would not give Bai Liu a single glance even though he was asking about his words, but instead skillfully grabbed a pen-type spotlight magnifier from a drawer and wore it over his left eye, while in his other hand, he held a sharp-pointed knife, and without hesitation, he slashed at the surface of the glove!

The glove was poked through a hole in no time.

Mu Sicheng didn't hold back and shouted at him, "Hey! Don't just move around!"

Hua Gan will turn a deaf ear, the knife down more and more quickly, a few times to remove Bai Liu's gloves clean, and then from the mess of hair twisted out a needle with thread, licked twice, swish to the top of the messy sewing.

After a few strokes, the wallet became quite shrunken, and Hua Gan would toss it to Bai Liu, wiping his own hands on a towel, "Try again."

Bai Liu took the purse and put it on his hand, raising an eyebrow, "It fits a lot better than it just did."

The leather rolled inward and contracted at the knuckles, and a section derived from the end of the glove wrapped around the wrist in a nice bind - it was much more comfortable to wear than it had been after Charles had given him a simple makeover.

"Not bad for the best remodeler." Bai Liu exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

Charles took off his hat and curtsied, stepping back with a smile, "Then I will trouble Mr. General Hua Gan."

Hua Gan will wave his hand impassibly, perfunctorily.

As soon as Charles left and talked about weapon modification, this big and burly modifier was strong again, "My skill is this flavor of hearth fire called Samadhi."

The apprentice next to him corrected in a small whisper, "-called Dissolving Forge Pulp, Master."

Hua Gan will hit him on the back of the head, "You're the one with the mouth that can push, I say it's called Samadhi True Fire, it's called Samadhi True Fire! I just like Samadhi Flame, can't I?!"

Apprentice: "...... line."

"Quite well, in my case, skill modification is in two parts, the first part is simply shaping, that look I just made is shaping, and when you are satisfied with the shaping, you go down to the furnace fire to set it and forge it."

Hua Gan will say with a serious look on his face, "Only skill weapons that do not disintegrate after being fixed can continue to remain in this specific form as your skill weapons for you to use in the tournament."

"But framed between forging, you can add a lot of rare props to it to pull up your weapon's attributes - like attack attributes and such."

Hua Gan would glance at the pair of gloves on Bai Liu's hands, "For example, these gloves can be molded with a layer of metallic satin towards the top and a layer of green goat's sheepskin embedded inside, and the defense value can be added around 2700."

"But accordingly, the weight of these gloves will become 120kg, which is equivalent to a two-hundred-pound man you have to lift at all times."

Bai Liu : "...... That still doesn't work."

Hua Gan will go on to say, "So the forging process is going to require you to make trade-offs according to your own circumstances, whether to add or not to add, what exactly to add - you've paid for your forging Charles, and I've got the materials here that you can take as you please."

After that, Hua Gan will reach out to Bai Liu, "Gloves, gotta get past the lava."

Bai Liu readily took it off him and asked, "What if it doesn't pass and dissolves in the lava like it just did?"

"Skill weapons are derivatives of desire, the purer the desire, the higher the potential of the weapon derived from it, and the more powerful it will be when tempered and overcooked."

Hua Gan will pin the gloves on the long hook and said without looking back, "And only low grade skill weapons will dissolve this kind of situation, in my case, this kind of situation that are all consequences."

Bai Liu whispers softly, "If I give you my wallet, will you give all you have, and indeed your soul, to help me forge a weapon of skill?"

"You're my customer, so as long as your weapon holds up, I'll naturally build a weapon that satisfies you."

Bai Liu hooked his lips imperceptibly.

With that, Hua Gan would not hesitate to sink a pair of Bai Liu's worn and hemmed gloves into the burning, glistening lava.

"Zip, zip, zip--"

A long, loud burning sound emerged from the lava, and a few bills in the wallet could clearly be seen vaguely ablaze.

Mu Ke, Mu Sicheng, Liu Jiayi, and Tang Er hit the ghostly shift of eyes to Bai Liu: "......"

Liu Jiayi calmly reminded, "Did you just forget to take something out?"

Bai Liu only then pretended to remember at the right time and apologized with a guiltless smile, "Sorry, I just forgot to take your bills out."

The bastard definitely did it on purpose!

Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and was about to go forward to mess Bai Liu, was Tang Er hit to stop, Liu Jiayi covered his face and did not look at, Mu Ke stared blankly at the bright red magma cauldron.

Bai Liu's dark, colorless pupils quietly reflected the red pot that had swallowed his wallet, the light smoke from the extinguished money steaming up from the surface of the pot, like the scent of a soul burned with desire.

His soul bill is in there too.

There was a strange evaporation of being quenched, the excess emotion in the body drained away like water and then infused with a more vibrant, rolling, fluttering, wildly throbbing desire.

In the twisting heat and tumbling lava, his soul was blazed away by the flames to remove the excess impurities and become a purer human □□□ wishing body.

Hua Gan would press his wrist to start the hook, and at the sight of the glove at the end of the hook, he jerked his head to Bai Liu, who was sitting on the sidelines, his face in unconcealed shock.

The apprentice next to him even looked at his eyes straight, and the stupidity on his face couldn't be stopped: "...... Master, master, this glove, how can ...... it become like this?"

The original torn, peeling gloves were now as shiny as new, tight, smooth black leather wrapped around every inch of the glove's interior, a faintly shiny circle of metal wrist bands at the base of the wrist, and a huge hexagram of werewolf eye-patterned grooves at the back of the hand that held blood-like luscious flowing magma.

And the moment these gloves were lifted, less than a third of the lava in the pot remained.

The apprentice had followed Hua Gan for so long, and for the first time, he saw a forging process that could swallow magma inside his skill weapon, and his words were stuttering, "Master, rock, isn't magma your skill weapon? Why can it be swallowed?!"

Hua Gan would stop the apprentice behind him, hooking his dislike to Bai Liu's face and snapping, "What have you done?!"

He had sensed something was wrong.

The use of attacking skills was forbidden in the game hall, and since Hua Gan's own skills were extremely overbearing, he didn't have too much of a defense against Bai Liu's team.

But never thought that Bai Liu would actually be so desperate as to dare to set him up during the crucial skill weapon modification!

Bai Liu stood up nonchalantly, removed the gloves from the hook, and put them on his own hands-the gloves, freshly removed from the lava, were slightly warm, but not at all piping hot, and showed no sign of dissolving at all.

It was as if the hot lava had no power over the weapons derived from Bai Liu's desire.

"A soul bill is also a coin." Bai Liu pulls a brand new soul bill from the from the inside of his glove and holds it between his index and middle fingers.

On this banknote is the angry face of Hua Gan.

Bai Liu smiled, "Just now Mr. Hua Gan will have completed his deal with me the moment he took my wallet."

Hua Gan would have his chest heaving violently, he was so angry that he clenched his teeth and pooh-poohed Bai Liu, "I've never seen such a greedy skill weapon before, sooner or later you'll be consumed by your own desires!"

"Perhaps that day will come." Bai Liu didn't deny it, he smiled and continued to move closer, holding Hua Gan's hooks apart with his gloves and forcefully holding Hua Gan down in the chair, attached to look at him with downcast eyes.

"But before that, Mr. Hua Gan General, can you tell me - what kind of task did Mr. President of the Deer Hunters, actually give you, that you are willing to make the condescending, weapon modifier who is only willing to serve those within the guild, actually grovel to curry favor with me, and do weapon modifications for me? "

Bai Liu lifted his eyelids and glanced at the shivering young Padawan, who was being controlled by Mu Sicheng with his claws around his throat, "You can lie, but I believe that a good Master doesn't want to see his Padawan suffer the consequences of lying for himself, don't you think?"

Hua Gan General's pupils snapped shut.

In a matter of moments, the status between the deer hunter and the hunted deer is reversed.