F-class thief? Sorry, I can steal anything.

Chapter 45 The Divine Armor is a Gift to My Brother, You Are My Only Shield!

After learning the true casualty figures of the dungeon from television, Chen Yifan became much more silent.

He stopped joking around with Fatty Wang.

Most of the time, he would just lie quietly in bed, looking out the window at the square patch of sky divided into sections by the administration building, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He was reviewing the situation.

The anomaly in the copy exceeded all the information he had obtained from the "Prophet".

Those elite monsters that shouldn't have been on the first floor actually appeared there.

These "back gardens" controlled by the Chinese government seem to be... no longer safe.

His lie, the fabricated story of the "finishing blow," seemed to lead everyone to a wrong conclusion.

Will this conclusion affect the official risk assessment for the next dungeon, which is the last assessment before the college entrance examination?

What if there's another problem next time...

In an instant, the glory and joy of the SSS-level rating turned into a sense of unease about the uncontrollable future.

……

The next afternoon, as usual, Fatty Wang came to see him with a large bag of snacks, muttering curses under his breath.

Chen Yifan finally snapped out of his chaotic thoughts.

Instead of worrying about unpredictable risks, it's better to maximize the power you have at your disposal.

"Fanzi, comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating!"

"You have no idea how arrogant that son of a bitch Li Wei was today."

"Relying on the fact that his father invested a lot in teaching equipment for the school, that so-called investigation team conducted the entire 'interrogation' in a very polite manner."

"When it came to me, they bared their teeth and tried to hit me... What a jerk!"

Fatty Wang spat angrily into the trash can.

"And Su Qingxue..."

"Oh, right..."

Fatty Wang suddenly lowered his voice, changed the subject, and leaned closer with a wink.

"There's something I haven't had a chance to tell you yet."

"Yesterday, she really stood up for you! She almost attacked Li Wei at the mine entrance."

"Let me tell you, the scene, the chill..."

"I could feel the wind seeping into my bones even from a distance!"

"No wonder he's a dual-S professional; the ice spear he conjured with his fingertips sent chills down my spine!"

"you say……"

"Does her doing this mean... she still has feelings for you?"

Chen Yifan listened quietly, his mind racing.

Li Wei's reaction was as expected.

But Su Qingxue...

For his own sake, he attacked Li Wei in public?

A future prodigy would be so impulsive for a "good-for-nothing" like him.

Her behavior patterns have gone beyond what can be explained by "childhood friendship" and "sense of justice".

Chen Yifan silently raised the risk level of the name Su Qingxue by one level.

Any uncontrollable emotional factors are variables in the plan.

All he wants now is to go home as soon as possible, sell the ore in his backpack, cure his sister's eyes, and stop his mother from working so hard.

Then gather strength to deal with any unexpected events that may occur next.

Everything else can be put on hold.

"Alright, stop hovering in front of me, you're making me dizzy."

Chen Yifan waved to him.

"Come here, I have something for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand under Fatty Wang's astonished gaze.

Om-!

A burst of fierce purple light exploded without warning, instantly engulfing the ward.

The light was not warm; instead, it carried a primal, violent pressure.

A giant battle axe with an exaggerated design and hot steam patterns flowing along its blade appeared out of thin air!

Fatty Wang's breathing stopped at that moment.

Before the purple light dissipated, another ray of light flashed by.

An ancient skill book, radiating D-level energy fluctuations, also floated beside the battle axe.

Fatty Wang's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, fixed on the two items that exuded a deadly allure.

"then."

"This...this..."

Fatty Wang, like a robot, stiffly held the two items in his arms.

He reached out his trembling hand and touched the blade of the giant axe, then withdrew it as if he had been burned by a hot iron.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and the sound he made was extremely hoarse.

"Fan...Fanzi, where...where did you get this?"

Chen Yifan's tone was as calm as if he were introducing two stones he had picked up by the roadside.

"You think an SSS-level rating is just for show?"

SSS rating?

Yup!

SSS Rank!

Fan Zi broke the Goblin Dungeon record with an SSS-level rating, a record that had stood for fifteen years!

Moreover, it was the dungeon mechanics itself that gave this evaluation!

In addition, I finished off two bosses!

In an instant, Wang Fugui felt a surge of heat rush from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing all the fat on his body to tremble with excitement.

So greedy for wealth and status!

Let us never forget each other!

"With Godfather above, then I will not be polite..."

However, just as Wang Fugui was about to gladly accept it, he seemed to suddenly remember something and shook his head like a rattle drum.

"No, no, no! Fanzi, this is too precious!"

"This is what you risked your life for! How can you give it to me!"

"An epic-level weapon! And there's no level restriction... Take this to auction, starting at ten million Dragon Kingdom coins!"

"And this skill book, although the level isn't high, it's an essential skill for berserkers, so it's worth a million or two!"

"Take it back quickly! This money is enough to treat Xue'er's eyes several times!"

Wang Pangzi's voice changed, and his face was full of anxiety. He knew that this was Chen Yifan's only obsession since he was a child.

Chen Yifan leaned against the headboard, looking at the fat man who had stood unconditionally by his side ever since he transmigrated. The last trace of estrangement in his eyes completely melted away.

"You don't need to worry about Xue'er's medical expenses."

"That won't work either..."

Fatty Wang was sweating profusely, as if he were holding not equipment, but a chance to cure Xue'er's eyes.

"Fatty."

Chen Yifan's voice turned somber.

"I told you, I've already raised enough money for Xue'er's treatment."

"in addition……"

"The score with Li Wei isn't settled yet. You know his family background better than I do. Do you think he'll let this go so easily?"

Fatty Wang was suddenly taken aback.

"I need a shield that can stand at the forefront, so I can confidently entrust my back to it."

Chen Yifan's gaze was sharp.

To make it more acceptable to overweight people.

This also ensures that you are eligible to enter when a low-level "wild" dungeon appears!

Never let any opportunity to become stronger slip by.

He continued:

"Instead of someone who struggles to even get a C grade, destined to remain stuck in the mire of the bottom..."

"I can't go far on my own."

"I need a brother who can keep up with me, and you are my only brother!"

"This axe is a burden to me, but it's a perfect match for you, a shield warrior."

"These things aren't a free gift; they're an investment, an investment in our future. The stronger you become, the safer I am. Understand?"

These words left Wang Fugui speechless.

Is that enough?

So... this is extra?

"Fanzi..."

Fatty Wang choked up, unable to utter a single word.

He reached out with trembling hands and gently stroked the cold blade of the steam-powered giant axe, feeling the chilling power emanating from it.

This is no longer a favor that's too hot to handle.

Moreover, it's the trust placed in you by your brothers.

"I see."

He raised his head, wiped away his tears, and the honest smile on his face disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

"Fanzi, I, Wang Fugui, will take this 'investment'!"

"From now on, anyone who tries to harm you will have to step over my 300-pound corpse first!"

His attitude was firm and resolute.

Seeing that Fatty Wang had accepted it, Chen Yifan nodded in satisfaction and was about to speak again.

Tap, tap, tap.

A soft, polite knock sounded on the door.

"Chen Yifan, are you awake...?"