Chapter 8: 8-A Weapon Fit for a Champion!
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Su Mo waited in Teacher Wang's office for half an hour before Wang Defa strolled in, his face beaming with delight.
Those in the know understood it was because his student Su Mo had soloed the Goblin instance. Those who didn't might've thought he'd won a 10-million-yuan lottery.
Wang Defa plopped down casually in his chair, pulled a cigarette from the drawer, lit it, and said with unrestrained excitement,
"Tell me, what kind of weapon do you want? Today, your teacher's got you covered!"
"Teacher Wang, hold off on that for a sec. I just want to ask—are they really going to announce this school-wide?"
Wang took a deep drag, exhaled a slow smoke ring, and grinned. "What, you don't want them to?"
Su Mo shook his head. "It's not that. I'm just worried it'll draw too much attention."
"Hey, kid, with that reluctant look just now, I thought you really didn't want it.
But when you've got strength, you've got to show it off! If you don't, how will anyone know what you're capable of?
Besides, even if you steal the spotlight, so what? You're graduating in a few days anyway. The underclassmen will just look up to your legend from afar.
With what you've achieved, I don't know if anyone will surpass you in the future, but no one's done it before.
Soloing a level 7 bronze boss instance at level 3? That's the stuff of legends for the kids coming up."
Su Mo nodded. "If you put it that way, Teacher Wang, I guess I'm fine with it."
Wang chuckled lightly. "If you keep performing this impressively, you might not just make it into our school's history—maybe even nationwide textbooks.
Alright, let's talk about that weapon of yours. You've awakened a defensive ability, and I've got no clue why your strength stat is so high.
But don't worry—everyone's got their secrets, and I won't pry.
In this day and age, the higher-ups have loosened the rules. Even if you spill your secrets, no one's bold enough to openly come after you.
If you don't want to say, I won't push. Just know this: humanity will always be your strongest backing."
Su Mo stayed silent, not responding. His Absolute Defense was just too outrageous.
If word got out, every team would be fighting to recruit him—not as a fighter, but as a punching bag to soak up damage.
But with his Heart of Slaughter, that wasn't what he wanted.
Skipping the topic entirely, Su Mo said, "As for the weapon, I'd like you to help me upgrade this Guandao. Make it cooler, heavier—and if it could grow with my level, that'd be perfect."
Wang nearly choked on his cigarette. "Kid, you're dreaming! A growth-type weapon? Why don't you just ask me for a divine artifact while you're at it?"
"Well, a divine artifact wouldn't be bad. I just figured you couldn't get one."
**[Pfft~]**
Wang Defa almost flicked his cigarette butt at Su Mo's head but stopped himself, thinking of the promotions and raises this kid could bring him. Grumbling, he said,
"I can't get you a divine artifact, and a growth-type weapon's beyond me too. What's going on in that head of yours?
Don't get too carried away. I can make your Guandao heavier, tougher, and tweak its look. Tell me—how heavy do you want it?"
Su Mo paused, considering his strength stat. Back when it was 6, he could lift a 60-kilogram blade, though it took some effort.
Now, with 65 strength, 600 kilograms was no problem.
But 600 kilograms would only match his current strength. After a few more runs through the Goblin instance, it'd become useless again, and he wasn't satisfied with that.
Looked like he'd have to hint at his ability a bit.
After some thought, Su Mo said, "Teacher, my strength stat grows really fast!"
Wang Defa brushed it off casually. "Fast? How fast can it be—5 points per level? Even 10's pushing it.
Sure, your strength is crazy high now, but that's just the explosive boost you get from awakening.
After this, you'll have to grind levels like everyone else. Tell you what—I'll make it 600 kilograms. That'll last you past level 10 before you need something better."
Su Mo was about to explain further when a loud crash interrupted him.
**[Bang!]**
The window shattered, and Old Man Wang, the security guard, flew in.
The moment he landed, he shot a domineering glance at Teacher Wang before turning to Su Mo. "Stingy nonsense—don't listen to him, kid. You want a weapon, right?
Here's the deal: if you can take first place nationwide in the college entrance exams, I'll personally get you a no-level weapon."
Teacher Wang stared at the broken glass in his office, exasperated. "Old man, what's gotten into you? There's a door—why'd you come through the window?!"
Ignoring the jab, Old Man Wang didn't even turn around. "At school, address me by my title—Principal!"
Su Mo had suspected something like this. A golden-tier powerhouse couldn't just be a random school security guard.
But he hadn't expected this guy to be the principal he'd never met in his three years here.
What thrilled him even more was the promise of a no-level weapon.
A no-level weapon was a type of growth weapon.
Unlike those that grew alongside their owners, it had no level cap, but its abilities were fixed.
For example, a bronze-tier weapon would have one skill, silver-tier two, golden-tier three, and so on.
True growth weapons not only scaled with the wielder but also allowed custom skills—that's what made them truly valuable.
Seeing Su Mo's grin, Old Man Wang chuckled. "Don't tell me you think you can just waltz into first place nationwide with your current strength?"
Su Mo blinked, confused.
With level 3 strength and 65 points, was there really someone out there stronger than him?
Old Man Wang looked at him seriously. "You're an ordinary student, awakened for just three days.
But in big families, kids awaken at age 6.
In a couple of days, you'll see a bunch of unfamiliar faces join our school for the exams.
The weakest among them are above level 20 bronze-tier. Some might even be silver-tier. Still confident now?
Of course, if you do snag first place, it's not just my no-level weapon you'll get.
There's a hefty champion reward, plus the right to make one request to Bei Qing University.
But that privilege is only for ordinary students like you—those pre-awakened family heirs don't qualify.
So, kid, you still got the guts?"
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