Terrifying Labyrinth

Inside the Ancient Era World-Eating Demonic Insect.

Quicksand World.

The black market.

Someone shouted, "We've found one of the Prophecy Poems! If you want to know what it says, bring your treasures and come negotiate with us. We'll consider coins numbered Two Hundred or higher, high-value treasures, and other Prophecy Poems!"

People turned to look.

The man was a famous powerhouse.

After making the announcement, he had the members of his organization form a battle formation and stand ready.

After all, someone might come looking for a fight, hoping to seize the Prophecy Poem by force.

A burly man over three meters tall walked over and stopped a short distance in front of him.

He was a powerful warrior with the nickname Headtaker.

"The famous Headtaker? Are you here to trade for information about the Prophecy Poem, or are you planning to fight us?" the powerhouse asked.

"Of course I'm here to trade for information," Headtaker said impatiently. "There are twenty-one Prophecy Poems in all. Even if we find them all, we'll still have to decipher them and analyze where the labyrinth is. I don't have time to waste."

"Good. I think the same way. Let's finish this trade quickly," the powerhouse said.

Headtaker took out a coin and showed it to him. "This is Number Three Hundred and Thirty-Seven Currency. I'm sure you already know what it does. I'll trade it for your information."

The powerhouse looked at the coin in Headtaker's hand and immediately grinned.

"Excellent. I'm very pleased with this. Deal."

The people watched silently as they completed the trade.

Before long,

the entire black market was trading information about the Prophecy Poems.

There were hardly any large-scale battles.

After all, fighting would waste a great deal of time, and every moment wasted brought everyone else closer