"Is this enough?"
Fishmen Lord Shakeda looked tense. He had opened his treasury and placed quite a bit of "useless junk" before Lu Mouren.
The city's surroundings clearly produced valuable specialty resources, along with all kinds of deep-sea salvage. This lord's accumulated "treasure trove" far exceeded expectations.
Looking at the small mountain before him, even Lu Mouren, who had always been cold and merciless, was somewhat astonished.
"Are there really this many contaminated items?"
Amid a pile of sealed "contaminated items," he casually found two Taboo Items that his panel identified as "Gold Tier."
He had somewhat underestimated this city's centuries of accumulation.
The vast sea, ancient ruins, and endless wars had ultimately shaped this world.
"Why had the native inhabitants here, despite being so weak, not been completely overrun by now?"
Before humanity arrived, this world had already fallen into despair, yet survivors had always remained, and it had never been utterly conquered.
But upon closer examination, the reasons were actually quite simple. On one hand, this world was vast, rich in resources, and surrounded by broad seas, providing sufficient strategic depth. On the other hand, there was the primary reason.
". . . A lot of it was picked up from battlefields."
Shakeda spoke haltingly, saying something rather helpless.
Before humanity arrived, this place had actually been embroiled in a Three Kingdoms Struggle. The Abyss Insectoids, the Eight-Clawed faction, and the Fire-Descendant Gray Dwarves fought a chaotic three-way war. Their eyes were fixed only on each other, and in their view, the natives had already gone extinct.
In truth, that judgment was not wrong. The Long-Hand Tribe, having lost its "civilization" and "technology," had already lost any possibility of resistance. What was even more helpless was that even the technological weapons of their heyday had been no match