My Repair Skill Became An Almighty Cheat Skill ... -

Kaito walked out of the dungeon three days later. He wasn't carrying a pack of rusted tools anymore. He wore armor stitched from dragon scales he had "restored" from fossils and carried a blade that could cut through the fabric of space itself.

The fatigue vanished. His muscles knit together, stronger and denser than any knight's. His mana pool, once a shallow puddle, expanded into an endless ocean as he "repaired" the dormant magical pathways in his own soul.

He looked at his own body. He was scarred, exhausted, and malnourished. "Restore." My Repair Skill Became An Almighty Cheat Skill ...

They left him there in the dark, surrounded by the echoes of scuttling monsters. Kaito looked at the shattered sword. His heart burned with a quiet, steady heat. He reached out, his palm glowing with a faint blue light. "I just want... to fix everything," Kaito whispered.

The golem didn't break. Instead, it "repaired" back to its original state: a pile of raw, unrefined gemstones and pure mana ore. With one touch, Kaito had deconstructed a boss-level threat into a fortune of resources. Kaito walked out of the dungeon three days later

"Useless junk!" Brad hissed, tossing the broken hilt at Kaito’s feet. "We’re leaving. A support who can't even keep our gear intact in the heat of battle is dead weight."

"Sorry," Kaito said, his voice calm and terrifying. "Some things are too broken to be fixed." The fatigue vanished

"Kaito?" Brad gasped, eyeing Kaito’s glowing equipment. "You’re alive? Quickly, fix my sword. We have another raid."