After hearing Sampo out, Chu Mu offered a suggestion:
"You could dig your way back and try shuttling between the two worlds as a trader. You'd definitely make a fortune."
Silver Wolf stared in disbelief, tugging Chu Mu's arm back as she said:
"Wait, you actually believe him?"
Silver Wolf was deeply wary of Sampo now. She figured this con artist was probably a hidden boss about to reveal his health bar.
They hadn't even finished gearing up for the raid. How were they supposed to start a boss fight?
Even Blade watched Sampo from behind, snorting coldly:
"Utter nonsense."
Sampo seemed not to hear him. Instead, his eyes lit up at Chu Mu's suggestion, before he beat his chest and stamped his feet in regret:
"I crawled out of a trash can. I did think about crawling back, but I couldn't find a way through. I even ended up with a mouthful of garbage, and someone thought I couldn't afford food and sent me to a relief shelter. Ah, I should've thought of it sooner. There must still be hope in that trash can. Maybe if I went back and hunkered down there, the wormhole would open."
With that, Sampo hurried off to find the trash can.
But Chu Mu called him back:
"Sampo!"
Sampo stopped immediately and turned around.
Chu Mu continued on his own:
"I don't care how many Sampos there are in this world, or whether they're real or fake. I'm not going to think about any of that anymore. Sampo, I don't have much time left. I only want to ask you one question."
Chu Mu drew a breath and asked slowly:
"Did you save Tingyun?"
Sampo froze.
The con artist's eyes were as innocent as ever, without even the slightest visible change.
Perhaps that