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"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."

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

During a deep-floor raid in the Glistening Grotto, the party leader, a golden-haired swordsman named Brad, snapped his legendary blade against a golem’s hide. "Useless junk

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 wasn't carrying a pack of rusted tools anymore

Kaito was the "trash-tier" member of the Iron Fang party. While they swung enchanted blades and cast roaring fireballs, Kaito sat in the dirt with a whetstone and a needle. His skill, , was considered a chore, not a talent.

The blue light exploded into a blinding white sun. The broken sword didn't just fuse back together; it transformed. The rusted iron became celestial steel, pulsing with a rhythmic, living heartbeat.

Suddenly, Kaito saw the world differently. He saw the "cracks" in everything. The golem looming over him wasn't a solid wall of stone—it was a collection of fractured mana circuits. Kaito stepped forward and tapped the golem’s chest. "Restore," he commanded.