Strongest Scammer: Scamming The World, One Death At A Time-Chapter 209: Deja Vu

For a long moment, Han Yu just lay there, staring up at the low ceiling of the side tunnel. Every part of his body ached.

But... he was alive.

Barely.

"...Still got it," he whispered hoarsely.

Somewhere behind the wall of collapsed stone, two very unlucky Core Condensation disciples were coughing up their lungs.

Han Yu gave a weak grin, even as blood trickled from his temple.

The echo of the collapse still rumbled in the distance, and the cave’s structure didn’t seem like it would hold much longer.

But Han Yu had no intention of stopping.

He dragged himself up, wiped the blood from his brow, and continued forward, deeper into the unknown.

Han Yu winced as he pressed forward, coughing out dust and ash with every step. The tunnel he was in had narrowed considerably, and his surroundings were barely visible through the thick smoke still wafting in from the collapsed corridor behind him.

Even with an illuminating talisman, he couldn’t see far.

He had to find another way. The detour was no longer an option—it was a necessity.

Minutes passed as he scrambled through half-caved passages and tight crevices, every sound making him flinch. The deeper he went, the worse it got.

Then came another tremor.

Rrruuummmbbblllle—

Han Yu stumbled, slamming a hand against the wall to steady himself as debris fell all around him. The tremors were stronger now, and closer. The explosion must have destabilized the entire cave network far more than he had anticipated.

"This place is a damn death trap," he muttered. "I was dumb to think I was lucky. Ravines are always unlucky for me!" He screamed.

He rushed ahead, checking split paths and side corridors, only to find them blocked one after another. Cracked ceilings, fallen stone walls, and dead ends. It was as if the cave itself was closing in.

And then—hope.

At the far end of a narrow path, he saw a thick boulder wedged in the center. It was cracked, and just maybe...

He narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist, and drew in his breath.

"Bolt God Fist!"

A snap of thunder echoed through the tunnel as his qi condensed into a surge of raw force. His fist struck the boulder with a sharp crack of lightning. The stone fractured instantly, blasting apart into smaller chunks with a brief flash of blue light.

Han Yu exhaled, shaking his stinging hand.

"Please don’t be another dead—"

CRACK.

The floor gave out beneath him.

"FUUUUUUUCK—!!"

He fell fast, air whipping past his face.

He didn’t think—he acted.

In a burst of reflex, he pulled his glaive free and slammed it into the wall beside him, angling the blade against the rock. Sparks flew as metal ground against stone, slowing his fall like an anchor.

His arms burned. His shoulders screamed. But it worked—mostly.

He hit the rocky slope halfway down, tumbled, and bounced against the uneven surface before finally catching his breath against a ledge.

Everything ached.

"...Again with the falling..." he groaned.

He sat up and looked above. There was no climbing back the way he came—it was at least fifty meters up, and the path was gone.

"Great. Just great."

But giving up wasn’t in Han Yu’s dictionary. He assessed the glaive, now split in two—blade and shaft. He stabbed the blade into the wall below and used the shaft to swing down, repeating the motion.

One hold at a time.

One step at a time.

He descended into the unknown, switching tools, jamming them into cracks and crevices, all while his muscles screamed in protest. The cavern was dark, the walls jagged, and time moved like sludge.

It took an hour. And it gave him a hell of an arm workout.

When he finally dropped onto flat stone, he collapsed onto his back, panting, arms limp and twitching.

"Note to self..." he wheezed. "Practice... rope and rock climbing techniques..."

As his breathing calmed, he sat up and finally took a look around.

It wasn’t familiar.

Not even slightly.

He had landed in a completely different section of the cave system—one unmapped, unlit, and unrecorded. There were no formation markers, no residual qi signals, not even the common trails carved by cultivators.

Everything was quiet.

Too quiet.

A heavy silence hung in the air like mist, and the ground beneath his feet was strange—warm, almost unnaturally so. The stone around him shimmered faintly, with glowing red veins weaving through the surface like arteries beneath skin.

"...Where the hell am I?"

This wasn’t the path to the Slumbering Caldera that had been marked on the maps.

This was something else.

From what Han Yu could tell, this place was not part of the usual cave system.

’The ground collapsed soon after I broke the boulder, so this was probably another cave system below the usual one.’ Han Yu thought to himself.

There were no records of it, and even if there were, it wasn’t known to the Twin Leaf Peak Sect. It was understandable, as no one would dare to go spelunking in the caverns of the Broken Fang ravine in the first place.

Han Yu had been the one stupid enough to take on this mission when even Inner Court Disciples hesitated to take it.

In the first place, the sect had never really expected one to take this mission. It was only posted there as a formality since the Mist Eye sect had been active, considering their last encounter with Han Yu.

The Mission had been presented as a form of posturing to show the sect members that ’They’ were doing ’something’ and weren’t just sitting around twiddling their thumbs.

If they really wanted concrete results, they wouldn’t send an Inner Court Disciple, they wouldn’t even send a precious Core Disciple for this. They would directly send an experienced elder to obtain such intel. freēnovelkiss.com

Han Yu reached for his pouch and lit a low-grade glow talisman, casting pale green light across the cavern.

He wasn’t alone.

While he didn’t like solitude, he certainly didn’t want to be in a dangerous creature’s company.