In the wasteland after the Great Cataclysm, mutated beasts roam beyond the city, while financial clans monopolize everything within it.
The technology for smelting equipment has been lost. A decent blade made from a mutated beast’s bone can cost someone their entire fortune. Warriors from the lower classes risk their lives hunting beasts outside the city, and come back empty-handed nine times out of ten. If they’re lucky, they find a piece of scrap metal. If they’re unlucky, they get a pile of beast droppings.
Lin Fan, a black-market peddler from the lowest depths of the slums.
The day he awakens the [Absolute Drop Rate Panel], he discovers that any mutated beast he personally kills is guaranteed to drop the highest-grade equipment of its rank!
An elite ironback wolf? It drops a blue-quality Wolf Fang Saber.
A leader-class flamehorn lizard? It drops purple-quality Molten Heavy Armor.
A lord-class sky-devouring python? It spits out a legendary golden python-hide cloak!
“This blade is five million.”
“Th-That’s too expensive…”
“Think it’s too expensive? Then go kill one outside the city yourself. Oh, and there’s a nest of flamehorn lizards crouching by that ironback wolf’s den. Good luck.”
Don’t try to haggle with him. Don’t try to outdo him in ruthlessness. And for God’s sake, don’t try charging up a big move in front of him. By the time you’ve taken a deep breath and readied your attack, he’ll have already kicked the beast into a pulp, leaving a whole floor of glittering loot waiting to be priced.
Lin Fan, the wasteland’s most ruthless black-market profiteer.
He lives by one motto:
There’s no piece of equipment you can’t sell, only a price that isn’t ruthless enough.
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