"Come forth, my Kikoku!"
Yang Bo stood in front of the Crafting Table and placed two perfect opinium cores and an ordinary wooden stick into it.
It was just like crafting an ordinary Iron Sword, except the iron ingots had been replaced with opinium cores.
A pitch-black Samurai Sword appeared in his hand. It looked utterly unremarkable, without a single outstanding feature. Nothing about its appearance suggested where all those materials had gone.
He gave it a couple of light swings, and it whistled through the air.
"It doesn't look like much, but it feels pretty good."
Ring...
His phone rang. Yang Bo put Kikoku away. The weapon was decent against enemies with high health, but against enemies with three to five hundred health, its 14 attack damage made it less useful than his Cleaver. For now, it could only sit in his inventory and wait for an opportunity.
Taking out his phone, Yang Bo saw that the caller was Iron Man, Tony.
"Tony, what's up?"
Tony's delighted voice immediately came from the other end. "Hey, Yang, I'm getting married! The wedding's next week, and I'd love for you to come."
Yang Bo paused, then quickly joked, "Haha, you finally remembered to propose."
"Don't tell me you got her pregnant?"
Thinking of Tony's adorable daughter, Yang Bo was actually rather envious. But he didn't want children so soon himself. Once he had that responsibility, he wouldn't be able to go running around anymore.
Tony fell silent for a moment. "Hey, Yang, don't make things up. I just... just wanted to get married."
Then he lowered his voice. "Please, Pepper's right here..."
It looked like Yang Bo had guessed correctly.
"All right, Tony. I'll definitely be there."
They chatted a little longer before Yang Bo hung up. Then he sat right