The Dark Clouds of the Greedy God Temple Will Eventually Envelop the World

The more Lu Yuan thought about it, the more excited he became. He sprang up from his seat and said animatedly, "That makes sense! I knew keeping some trump cards hidden had its benefits. This respected lady is still the smart one."

Seashell's pretty face scrunched up. "Then how do you plan to charge for it?"

Lu Yuan said excitedly, "I need to see how much Luck it takes to duplicate a God's Skill first... I estimate duplicating one Artisan Talent would take 3 to 5 points of Luck. It might even be more."

"Of course, I can't sell them too expensively either... A profit margin of 100 to 200 percent isn't excessive, right? I'll sell one for 10 points of Luck!"

Old Cat's fur stood on end in shock. Humanity had worked painstakingly to build a ten-million-ton fortress, only to sell it for 5 points of Luck—and the Floating Fortress had costs too.

Yet this guy could casually earn even more money?

And he was embezzling it openly?

Even humanity itself would be ruthlessly exploited by him!

This world was too unfair.

"Isn't that too expensive?" Sea Snail Miss could not help saying. "Converted into Spiritual Rhyme, one Artisan Talent for 500 Spiritual Rhyme... That is far above the market price. No one will buy it."

God's Skills could be stripped away. Their normal prices ranged from single digits to double digits, but how should one put it... such things were valuable but scarce, and transactions were fairly rare.

Moreover, according to current research, secondhand God's Skills might retain traces of their previous owners, so there had always been a chance that fusion would fail.

Lu Yuan raised a brow. "Market price? How many Artisan Talents are even on the market? Besides, plundering a God's Skill would make an