At the shelter, more than a dozen Corpse King Hunters stared at one another, utterly astonished by this alien known as Lord Bao.
An alien had descended to help them fight zombies?
What idiot had come up with this ridiculous supernatural plot?
The leader, "Romantic Knight," pondered for a moment before saying, "Um... Lord Bao, how exactly did you want to cooperate?"
On the other side of the screen, Baozi's spirits lifted.
"Whatever you want—mechs, constructs, radiation-enhanced cells, alien implantable bloodlines, implant plugins, biological weapons, weapons of mass destruction, sex weapons, job books, bionic soldiers, robot troops... We have everything."
Baozi displayed his inventory. One piece of equipment after another appeared, all of them things that nobody present had ever seen before. Their hearts itched with desire.
"How are you selling all this?" "Wasteland Chef" asked tentatively.
"As long as it's a planetary specialty, anything can be traded. High-grade energy ore, local equipment and weapons, corporate bloodlines, job books, and whatever other resources your planet has."
Baozi spoke enthusiastically. He had finally acquired a huge shipment through the black market and paid someone an enormous transportation fee. He had done it specifically to become an interplanetary reseller, buying low and selling high to make a fortune in one go.
He believed that, as another Cyber Test Site, this place was bound to have plenty of good stuff.
The Corpse King Hunters present fell silent, so silent that Baozi faintly sensed something was wrong.
"Romantic Knight" thought for a moment before saying, "The most valuable thing we have here should be the Tier Two 'City-Defense Cannon.' But I noticed your sales list includes a more advanced 'Shipborne Ion Cannon.' Would you be willing to trade?"
"Damn, my shipborne cannon is a Tier Three weapon! Who wants your piece of junk secondhand