Qi Xu immediately nodded, "Alright!"
Then she went to the side to wait. There were paper and pens on the table, so Qi Xu sketched out her ideal weapon based on her preferences.
Judging by her three-dimensional attribute stats, she was clearly a strength-based fighter and didn’t want a weapon that felt too light. Having grown accustomed to her Pink Chainsaw, switching to an electric shock baton left her feeling deeply dissatisfied—it just didn’t feel right.
The weapon felt too flimsy, lacking the satisfying impact of a heavy strike. It always seemed like it might snap if she swung too hard, making fights feel less exhilarating.
She also didn’t want her weapon upgrades to be tied to shields or armor. The Pink Chainsaw had started feeling unsuitable for prolonged battles after she acquired a shield, as it drained her stamina too quickly.
Since her agility wasn’t bad, she relied on quick, decisive strikes. If her movements became too "clunky," it would negatively affect her combat precision.
With more and more specialized gear appearing in the future, she figured it’d be wiser to find lightweight armor and continuously upgrade it instead.
Beyond that, Qi Xu hoped her weapon could have some unique effects—like corroding wounds, briefly paralyzing or stunning monsters, or even firing poison needles from the blade’s tip...
She jotted down all these ideas, though whether they’d be feasible was another matter.
After waiting nearly two hours, the goblin finally finished repairing her Pink Chainsaw—and even upgraded it by one level, bringing it to Level 10!
Qi Xu excitedly hugged the weapon, inspecting it from top to bottom several times.
[The Goblin Weaponsmith’s favorability toward you has increased by 10 points. Current favorability: 30.]
Qi Xu was briefly puzzled. Did the goblin just enjoy working, so finishing the job raised its favorability? Was it like the "I Can’t Do It" robot, thriving on labor?
The goblin quickly cleared things up. "Good. You didn’t neglect the partner that’s fought alongside you for so long just because you’re about to get a new weapon."
Oh. So it wasn’t about loving work after all...
Qi Xu laughed awkwardly.
The goblin then took her weapon design sketches, and soon, smoke practically billowed from its nostrils—nothing worse than dealing with amateurs!
"I’m a weaponsmith, not a wishing well turtle!"
Qi Xu chuckled nervously again. "Hahaha, well... I was just brainstorming! Really, I just want something heavy, with high lethality and a solid impact!"
The goblin finally nodded. "Let me see your three-dimensional stats."
Without hesitation, Qi Xu shared them. Whether dealing with humans or monsters, she could always sense hostility—or its absence. Initially, she’d felt wariness and resistance from the goblin, but now, only goodwill remained. That’s why she trusted it.
The goblin, pleased, hopped onto its workbench and rummaged around before lifting a massive chunk of black iron—five times its own size.
"Perfect timing. I recently acquired a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite iron. Lucky you—I’ll forge you a heavy blade. Those wild ideas you scribbled down? A Level 1 weapon can’t achieve them. But I can mix in some Purpleheart Grass. If you upgrade it later, similar effects might emerge."
Qi Xu nodded. "Sounds good. Make it as heavy as possible—my stats are about to get a big boost soon."
The goblin looked puzzled. "Why? How can you be so sure?"
"The monthly rankings are almost finalized. Unless I’m mistaken, I’ll be the top player in our division. With the division champion rewards, I’ll have enough upgrade cards to enhance my vehicle. I’ll rush to Level 7 ASAP, and chances are, the server-wide top reward will still be mine."
Qi Xu spoke with absolute confidence. As a top player, there was no need for false modesty—it was more important for the goblin to fully understand her personality and needs.
"Alright, then let’s discuss price. This is just a referral—you’re covering the cost, got it? And this extraterrestrial meteorite iron isn’t cheap. If the price is too steep, I’ve got cheaper materials."
Qi Xu waved a hand dismissively. "Spare no expense—top-tier materials, craftsmanship, and details. Money’s no object. I want the best!"
[The Goblin Weaponsmith’s favorability toward you has increased by 10 points. Current favorability: 40.]
"Understood. Don’t worry, I’ll craft your weapon exactly as you’ve requested."
The goblin counted on its fingers for a long moment. "You owe me 2,218 Survival Coins."
The precise amount told Qi Xu this was a fair price.
"I’ll give you 2,300. Consider the extra a tip."
"No, I really can’t go any lower, the minimum is tw—wait, what did you say?"
Qi Xu repeated, "I’m paying 2,300. A little extra is fine—you’re putting in the effort. Just having you personally forge my weapon is an honor. No need to haggle; use whatever premium materials you’ve got!"
The goblin slapped its thigh and stood up. "Great! I like your attitude. Rest assured, we goblins value honesty—I won’t swindle you out of your Survival Coins.
"Let’s add each other as friends. Once it’s done, I’ll send the weapon directly so you don’t have to come back."
The goblin had never befriended a human before. Though it had met many polite and respectful humans, something always felt... lacking.
Previous human players never received this treatment—some had to make a dozen or more trips, and being turned away for minor disagreements was standard practice.
The goblin looked at Qi Xu with genuine admiration.
This human girl was different from the others. Every word she said resonated perfectly! Fine then—it had been a while since it had given its all. Time to forge the ultimate weapon for her!
Even now, the goblin remembered that foul-mouthed human girl who had once stood outside its door, hurling insults for a full day and night. It had sworn that if it ever saw her again, it’d give her a proper verbal thrashing!
Losing that argument had haunted the goblin for ages. It had filled ten whole notebooks with comebacks, just waiting for a chance to unleash them!
Come to think of it... shouldn’t that girl be showing up again soon?
Meanwhile, far away, Baby Milk—who was happily gnawing on a marinated drumstick made by Chinese Master Chef—suddenly felt a chill down her spine and sneezed.
"What’s going on? Is the extreme cold weather back? Perfect timing—nothing beats hotpot in this weather!"
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