The Returned Genius Blacksmith has Awakened as an all-Master - Chapter 11

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Episode 11
011. The Pot
[Streamer ‘PK Godtteu’ Live Stream in Progress]
“Haha! Brothers and sisters! Today I’m gonna dominate the hot new game Lepion with some seriously sick PK Godtteu gameplay!”
A lone figure stood in a corner of Neman Village, hyping himself up alone with all the theatrical flair of a failed circus performer.
His nickname was PK Godtteu.
True to his name, he was a streamer who specialized in player killing.
He’d built a reputation as a toxic player by cunningly exploiting system loopholes to target and murder only the greenest newcomers, stripping them of their gear.
That said, whatever venom ran through his veins, his skill at the game was genuinely sharp.
And that’s exactly why PK Godtteu seemed to be climbing faster than anyone else in Lepion.
“I mean, who am I? PK Godtteu, that’s who! I tried Lepion and honestly, it’s nothing special. But when my supporters back me up like this, I’ve gotta push ahead—that’s just common sense, right?”
PK Godtteu’s appearance was subtly different from that of other beginners.
On the surface, he looked like any other newbie, but his gear told a completely different story in terms of quality.
He’d bought all sorts of equipment with donation money from the very start.
With solid skill and pay-to-win gear, PK Godtteu had every advantage.
So it was only natural that he’d climb faster than other novices.
And right now, PK Godtteu was scrutinizing Neman Village very carefully.
“So today’s the day I hit level ten and leave Neman Village, right? But just walk out? How could I? Who am I? PK Godtteu! PK Godtteu!”
PK Godtteu was clearly plotting something.
The chat erupted in response to his words.
It seemed his viewers had been anticipating exactly this kind of content.
└ Legend! You going full noob slayer today?
└ LMAO that p2w newbie crying last time was comedy gold.
└ But won’t you get banned doing this in Lepion?
└ Nah nah, getting banned for PK? If they didn’t want that, they’d’ve coded it out.
└ Yo bro, there’s some knight walking by? Think you can take him? The gear looks insane.
└ LMAO Is PK Godtteu actually scared?
Even as he watched the chat scroll by at lightning speed, PK Godtteu’s athlete’s vision caught every taunt without missing a beat.
His gaze followed the chat’s direction, turning toward one side of the village.
“Ooh? A whale? Come to play dress-up in Lepion? Check this out, brothers and sisters! Look at that shiny armor in a beginner village? That’s what I call a hundred-percent cash-bought whale! Textbook specimen!”
His eyes had landed on a player clad from head to toe in jet-black plate mail.
The gear gleamed so brightly it was unmistakable—this had to be someone who’d dropped serious money.
A big spender playing dress-up, as people liked to say.
Definitely the type who’d started Lepion by cashing out instead of actually playing the game.
A fool with money but no skill, thinking cash could solve everything.
To PK Godtteu, such a player was nothing but tantalizing prey.
Exactly the kind he was hunting for.
“Wow! We’ve got another wannabe whale! But Lepion’s different, you see? After trying it, I can tell it’s actually a skill-based game—serious skill! And I’m gonna demonstrate that. Show you that cash alone won’t cut it!”
PK Godtteu quietly fell into step behind the player leaving the Blacksmith.
The gait looked clumsy, uncertain.
But whoever this was moved quick and purposeful, already hurrying out of the village.
Perfect. Exactly what he needed.
PK was impossible inside the village anyway.
No need to lure them out—they were already leaving on their own.
Today was shaping up to be a good streaming day.
PK Godtteu’s mouth curled into an automatic smile.
“Brothers and sisters! Give us those likes, subscriptions, and donations! Trust me, that’s what keeps PK Godtteu going! Oh man, ‘Justice Prevails’ and ‘Godtteu Let’s Get It Done Today’—fifty thousand yen each! I’ll thank you proper! I’m basically the whale-hunting specialist, after all! Today’s stream’s gonna be legendary! You’re saying if I pull this off you’ll drop a million yen? Oh, I’m gonna crack this one wide open for you!”
PK Godtteu kept up his endless patter without pause.
But the chat’s energy was hot.
A knight in heavy armor—clearly powerful.
Gear you wouldn’t normally see in a beginner village like Neman.
But there was nothing to worry about.
Whatever weird taste this gimmick player had—swinging a hammer around like that—you could tell they were the type who trusted their equipment and got cocky. Easy prey.
Following the pattern he’d perfected, it’d be over quick.
Using the Stealth Skill, PK Godtteu shadowed the knight in heavy plate without a sound.
He trailed behind them, patient and careful.
Waiting for the perfect moment after they’d left the village.
And when the armored knight was finally alone, he crept close and opened his mouth—playing the part of an innocent newbie.
Playing it completely sincere.
“Wow, that gear is seriously nuts, right? Did you buy all that with cash? Wow, I’m jealous! Hey, where’d you get that stuff? Mind sharing where—”
PK Godtteu spoke to him in a friendly tone.
The flippant manner from moments before had vanished, replaced by the act of an innocent novice player.
Even the Heavy Knight seemed to lower his guard against him.
Yet something about the Heavy Knight’s gaze felt odd.
His eyes were fixed on PK Godtteu’s cash-shop equipment.
‘Surely not…… No, that can’t be it.’
PK Godtteu found that stare unsettling.
But he shook it off quickly.
There was no way a player who only threw money at the game could recognize his items.
These weren’t ordinary equipment—they’d been perfectly disguised.
On the surface, they looked no different from any beginner’s gear.
‘Just my nerves, I suppose?’
PK Godtteu shook off the unease and forced a smile.
That was when the Heavy Knight’s innocent voice reached his ears.
“At the Blacksmith.”
The Heavy Knight’s tone was matter-of-fact.
Somewhat arrogant, even.
Of course, PK Godtteu didn’t let that show on his face.
“Ah, I see…… So they sell such things at the Blacksmith? I had no idea. Ha-ha.”
PK Godtteu laughed awkwardly and, as if merely continuing the conversation, smoothly stepped around to the Heavy Knight’s back.
And while his viewers erupted in excitement, he smiled with grim satisfaction and drew the dagger from his pocket.
The skill: Backstab Stab.
It was PK Godtteu’s signature move—a devastatingly powerful single strike.
Moreover, the dagger in PK Godtteu’s hand.
It began to gleam with a violet light.
A weapon laced with poison, capable of fatal attacks.
No beginner should ever carry such a weapon.
So PK Godtteu was certain.
Even if the Heavy Knight wore full plate, one strike would end it.
Even if he missed the mark, it didn’t matter.
A mere graze would poison him to death.
Now that he had him from behind, the game was already over.
‘Farewell, you whale bastard! Backstab! If a critical hits, you’re done in one shot, yeah?’
PK Godtteu’s smile turned grim as he thrust the dagger downward.
But his expectations shattered completely.
A sound he never anticipated rang out.
Clang!
“……Huh?”
It wasn’t the sound he’d expected.
What reached his hand wasn’t the sensation of the blade piercing flesh.
It was the shock of stabbing solid steel, as though his wrist might snap.
His dagger bounced off Geumsон’s armor without leaving so much as a scratch, ricocheting pathetically.
And before PK Godtteu’s eyes, only two words floated: [Immunity].
Followed by another message.
[The opponent’s Skill Defense is too high. You cannot deal damage.]
PK Godtteu doubted his own eyes.
This couldn’t be happening.
A player who’d just started Lepion couldn’t possibly block his dagger.
It shouldn’t be possible.
In that moment, the Heavy Knight slowly turned around.
His face was expressionless, but his eyes had turned cold as ice.
“What…… what is this? Is this a bug?”
He couldn’t even process what was happening.
Just as PK Godtteu panicked and tried to backpedal.
His entire vision was filled with the shadow of an enormous hammer.
Crack!
The hammer in the Heavy Knight’s grip tore through the air and crashed down upon PK Godtteu’s head.
PK Godtteu’s vision bloomed crimson.
And in the darkness that followed, a message appeared.
[You have died.]
[PK Penalty: Item ‘Viper’s Dagger (Unique)’ has been dropped.]
[PK Penalty: Item ‘Assassin’s Leather Armor (Rare)’ has been dropped.]
[Death Penalty: Experience decreased and login blocked for 1 day.]
At the same moment, PK Godtteu’s chat window erupted.
└ ?
└ ??
└ ???
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ One shot! Godtteu’s done! ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ Is this a broadcast? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ 10 million won gone ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Lost the dagger? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ F2P right?
└ A legend really is a legend huh?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ That hammer’s firepower is insane ㅋㅋ One shot kill?
└ PK Godtteu getting one-shot ㅋㅋㅋ Screenshot saved!ㅋㅋㅋ
└ Does anyone know what class that heavy armor knight is? I want to try it too…….
PK Godtteu’s broadcast chat was overflowing with messages mocking him.
Yet a few seemed genuinely curious about the heavy armor knight.
One strike.
Just one strike had caved in PK Godtteu’s skull.
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“Viper’s Dagger…… that human-hunting bastard Godtteu, or PK Godtteu now?”
A Unique-grade Viper’s Dagger.
The moment I saw the dagger, rough words spilled from my mouth unbidden.
I knew this dagger.
Back when humanity was plunging toward apocalypse.
A hunting tool favored by a scum who stalked humans instead of fighting monsters.
Even when better weapons were available in those days, that vile player had clung to the Viper’s Dagger.
– Why do I use the Viper’s Dagger? Watching lowbies drop dead to it…… it’s fun! Kehehe! When those trash who relied only on skills die choking on poison, it’s hilarious!
Those were his last words before a ranker’s hands claimed his life.
That’s how the item ‘Viper’s Dagger’ became infamous.
That lunatic must have been in Neman Village.
‘I remember his face. I’ll kill him every time I see him from now on.’
Faces differ between reality and Lepion.
That’s why I can’t track down and eliminate the villains from the Age of Apocalypse.
A few with confirmed identities exist, but I lack the means to strike them down.
I haven’t grown strong enough yet, after all.
But this time, I’d confirmed at least one villain.
PK Godtteu.
I knew his face in Lepion, so I’d have to kill him every time I saw him from now on.
Make sure he couldn’t grow.
‘Just taking the Viper’s Dagger alone…… should slow his progress for a while, right?’
It’s a Unique-grade dagger, after all.
And I’d also taken the Rare-grade Assassin’s Leather Armor.
Both were items not easily obtained in a beginner village.
Items that had once been stepping stones for PK Godtteu’s growth—now they were in my hands.
So PK Godtteu wouldn’t grow as quickly as he had before.
‘I could sell them for cash. Or maybe dismantle them later and use the materials.’
I put the Viper’s Dagger and Assassin’s Leather Armor—the items PK Godtteu had dropped—into my inventory.
Then, without hesitation, I turned toward the forest.
The Forestkeeper’s Nest, at Neman Village’s northern edge—called the graveyard of beginners.
I walked toward it without wavering, where the threads of a Hidden Quest lay concealed.

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