“A single piece of armor can be priced at 300 gold coins, so isn’t setting mine at 400 gold coins reasonable?!”
Qi Lin thought this and decisively put the Bone-crushing Warhammer in his hand up for sale.
[Weapon Name: Bone-crushing Warhammer]
[Grade: Tier 5]
[Trade Price: 500 gold coins]
The moment the listing went up, it instantly set off an explosion among all the Lords in the world chat.
The equipment order in the marketplace is sorted by grade first, then by price.
And as soon as Qi Lin’s weapon was listed, it directly surpassed the Lord named Qin Hang, leaping to the top spot.
“I’m shocked, a Tier 5 weapon!”
“Good, good, good, another top Lord has appeared.”
“In less than two days, another top Lord has shown up. I seriously suspect they sacrificed twenty years of single life to the random troop draw.”
“Five hundred gold coins, why not just rob someone? Who could have so much gold at this stage?”
“Exactly, exactly, even they might not have that much.”
“This is blatant showing off, damn it!”
“Qi Lin, Qin Hang, I’ll remember you!”
“What, are you going to challenge them?”
“Wrong, totally wrong, you shallow fool, I just want to cling to a strong backer in the future~”
“6”
Looking at these discussions among the Lords, Qi Lin couldn’t help but laugh.
As expected, the group leader’s words were pleasing to hear.
Of course, he didn’t really intend to sell his weapon for 500 gold coins—creating hype was only part of it.
If he wanted to make money, he had plenty of ways.
Gold coins are an essential and scarce resource in the early stages.
He didn’t expect anyone to produce that many coins, but if someone did buy it instantly, that would be even better.
Who said you had to trade with gold coins in the marketplace?
This was Qi Lin’s true goal—he wanted to barter, to see if he could get some blueprints useful to him.
The drop for such things was pure luck.
And with so many Lords, the population base was huge.
There were always a few who’d trade away their lifespan.
As expected, as soon as the weapon was listed, the messages on Qi Lin’s terminal instantly jumped to 99+.
Naturally, some were clever enough to negotiate trades, but even more just wanted to add him as a friend.
Without a second thought, he hit “decline all” on the friend requests and then started checking his private messages one by one.
“Big brother, I can be both sweet and salty, and I know all kinds of poses~”
“Boss, I’m your long-lost half-brother!”
“Boss, please protect me, I’m Nan Liang~”
“I want to have babies with the boss!”
Looking at these messages, Qi Lin’s mouth twitched.
What kind of monsters and demons were these?
Most Lords didn’t have anything valuable, or perhaps didn’t understand his intention—in other words, their motives were pretty pure.
Or maybe sincere.
After all, if the weak have to give up everything to survive, maybe that’s acceptable.
He scrolled down further and finally saw some smart Lords’ trade offers.
But none of them were tempting enough, so he simply shut down the terminal.
The weapon had just been listed, so there was no need to rush.
Night came quickly.
With a wave of warmth spreading through his body, Qi Lin leveled up again.
He had now reached Level 3, closing the gap between himself and the top-tier troop types in just two days.
Of course, although his main body wasn’t very strong, his Avatar was powerful.
As the saying goes, the strength of your Avatar is true strength.
At that moment, the Avatar returned to the territory with her undead.
“Today’s plans need to change. These low-level undead will keep chopping wood, but I’ll send the undead above Tier 3 to hunt at night.”
Her tone was calm, and for once, she looked seriously at the main body as she spoke.
“Why is your face so red?”
Qi Lin turned his head in confusion.
“Cough, cough, just a little embarrassed.”
She quickly turned away.
There was no need to hide anything from her main body.
The Avatar’s suggestion would undoubtedly maximize the territory’s development efficiency.
Unlike other top troop types, undead are dead things and aren’t restricted by night.
If you can use nighttime resources well at this stage, the development speed will increase dramatically.
“I killed a lot of goblins today. How much original essence has been accumulated?”
This was information only the main body could see.
“52%.”
Qi Lin answered without thinking, then froze and looked at her strangely.
“You’re not seriously thinking about making a goblin Avatar, are you?”
“What’s the problem? Wouldn’t having another helper be better?”
She looked confused.
“You should inherit my personality, but you’d also integrate racial traits, right?”
“So what?”
“Do you think I want to see myself… with myself?”
!!!
The undead Avatar froze.
“If he dares, I’ll cut him down!”
The upper limit of goblins was too low, and their personalities were mostly amplified negative emotions.
No one would want such a creature.
Most importantly, Qi Lin didn’t want to watch his Avatar drag back strange females every day and livestream the process of breeding offspring…
“Then forget it.”
She quickly shook her head.
Some unnecessary species really weren’t worth converting, especially since a single undead Avatar was already enough to put him among the top Lords.
Quality over quantity—Qi Lin still needed to carefully choose which species to convert.
Qi Lin and the villagers sat around the campfire, eating roasted meat.
The undead had long been sent away to work, leaving only about ten high-level skeletons nearby to be used in tonight’s actions.
Now, the number of undead under her command had exceeded a hundred—and this was only the second day.
Even though they were mostly slow-moving skeletons, the sheer numbers already far surpassed the development speed of most Lords.
But the downside was obvious—most skeletons had been summoned from wild chicken corpses.
They had no level, and apart from some undead traits, their combat power was barely better than the villagers.
Additionally, the undead summoned couldn’t level up.
Even so, after killing an enemy, the undead would inexplicably split most of the experience points, which was really unfair.
This was why Qi Lin always claimed the last hit himself.
“All right, I can’t sleep tonight…”
She stood up, pouted, and looked at the main body with resentment.
Then she left the territory again with the undead.
She only ate because she wanted to taste things.
It didn’t matter whether she was full or not.
Qi Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, watching her leave, spread his hands helplessly, tilted his head, and muttered:
“Who told me to be the main body.”
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