Who the Hell Put Me on the Pigpen List?

The God of All Machines brought up an image.

In it, several black-cloaked figures were scattered around the corners of the Trading Hall, listing a batch of lavish-looking Law Fragments for sale.

Every fragment was packaged like a priceless treasure.

The asking prices were outrageous.

And the descriptions were brazen.

[Core product of a True God Wound. Tenfold compensation if fake.]

The black-cloaked figures had spread far apart.

One was in the East District.

One was in the auction area.

Two had blended into a crowd of Wanderers.

Another pretended to be an Abyss Player and called out in the channel, imitating the way players spoke.

"True God core fragments! Miss out, and you'll wait another Era!"

"Platform-guaranteed! Bid with confidence!"

"Tenfold compensation if fake! No one gets cheated!"

It sounded reasonable enough.

But the more Yang Yu listened, the more he wanted to laugh.

No one gets cheated?

Saying that in his Exchange was a bit like teaching a fish to swim.

The God of All Machines' scan results appeared line by line.

[Item surface: Order Breaking aura disguise]

[Internal structure: rotting World-Devouring Beetle shell powder]

[Concealed component: Causal Parasitic Hook]

[Inferred objective: induce buyers to absorb the items, triggering contamination, then hold the platform liable under its guarantee]

[Risk level: high]

Xilan frowned as she finished reading.

"They're trying to set us up."

"If an Abyss Player buys one of these and absorbs it, the contamination will erupt. Then they can claim the platform's appraisal was wrong."

"And if they stir up talk in the outside Black Market, the Exchange's reputation will suffer."

Yang Yu leaned back in his chair.

"Dirty trick."

Moro was also watching the screen. His voice was low.

"First, they forge valuable resources to lure the new platform into guaranteeing them."

"Then