Lu PingAn had calculated some things clearly from the very beginning.
Phoenix City World and Mercury 42 were not the same thing.
This was neither an inhabited world nor an apocalyptic world where civilization and a dominant ethnic group had suffered catastrophe.
It was more like a vast stage, an ownerless Wasteland, an endless expanse of land. Too many warlords, races, and powerful species were trapped together in one place. If you had what it took, then come fight for it.
"Those who seek shall receive."
In Lu Mouren's view, the prerequisite for a transaction was demand, while the prerequisite for salvation was the saved person's desire for Redemption.
The prerequisite for activating his ability had always been the subjective initiative of the individual making the transaction. If you didn't want to buy, I couldn't exactly force you to buy, could I? Even if I forced a few sales, once their resources were drained, there wouldn't be many more purchases to make.
Lu PingAn did not like one-off deals. Only sustained, long-term "transactions" could fundamentally change a world.
".I'm afraid this world doesn't have enough potential Traders."
Once he truly understood the form of local life, Lu PingAn felt rather helpless.
Granting power, granting the right to survive. When the Traders themselves had little concept of life and death, or even any pursuit of strength, the role he could play was destined to be limited.
Elemental lifeforms—at least those that had appeared before Lu PingAn—were too pure, lacking the desires and instincts of normal living creatures.
Turn most of the local inhabitants into Professionals? Lu PingAn had originally thought that was this world's desire. Now, it seemed more like the desire of the Martial God Church.
"I'll be direct. The prerequisite for my ability to work is that the Traders