Frowning, Xiao Yang finally received a few customers. One, a terrifyingly pale customer cloaked in black robes, bought the green-quality Large Bone Clubs from the skeletons.
Xiao Yang sold them for slightly less than the going rate for green materials in the Myriad Worlds Trading Area. Each green Skeleton Large Bone Club went for 300 Spirit Coins, and he sold twenty in total.
That brought him 6,000 Spirit Coins.
The Skeleton Killer trinket sold for 1,000 Spirit Coins. Although the Skeleton Killer was only white quality, it had the advantage of being an accessory, and its bonus was exceptionally straightforward. Unfortunately, the boost was small, and its quality was only barely ordinary. Even though it was scarce, it couldn't fetch much.
Then there were the Zombie Viscera. Nobody was interested. Xiao Yang soon found out why: in a corner a little farther away, another player was selling zombies at extremely low prices.
For just 200 Spirit Coins, you could get an ordinary walking corpse between levels two and three. If they weren't restricted to being controlled by undead-class players, Xiao Yang would have wanted to buy a batch himself. After all, having minions do the fighting was much easier than charging in himself.
With that competitor nearby, it was no wonder the Zombie Viscera in Xiao Yang's stall couldn't command a decent price.
A few Taoist players in black robes did show up at his stall. They weren't put off by the grotesque scene. In fact, they crouched down and picked through the piles of Zombie Viscera, inspecting the few green-quality organs mixed in among them.
Honestly, Xiao Yang envied the secondary title Apprentice Taoist displayed after their player names. After spending half a day here, he'd gained a basic understanding of the God Game just by eavesdropping on high-level players, with the help of the language translation function it provided.
Talents, professions, equipment, tiers, and the Legendary Path—these were all crucial parts of a God Game Player's combat strength.
Talents were every player's secret, and nobody would ever reveal theirs voluntarily. Professions and equipment were easy enough to understand, but tiers were worth looking into. In the God Game, every ten levels marked a key milestone. Players would be offered a chance to advance their tier, which might involve a dungeon trial or a challenge. Complete it, and they could advance.
Well, Xiao Yang wasn't very familiar with the term "advancement" either. But the veteran players always sounded envious whenever they mentioned tiers, so he knew they were important.
But that was all still a long way off. The thing closer at hand, and more immediately useful for improving combat strength, was a profession. At a nearby stall, Xiao Yang had seen a player selling a Rusted Broken Sword, a Warrior profession advancement item.
Even an ordinary profession like Warrior granted bonus Strength. Each time you leveled up, your Strength increased, and every Attribute Point invested in the Warrior profession added two points of Strength.
Of course, some professions were better than others. But you could also gradually advance and upgrade your profession, starting from a basic one.
Thinking it over, the God Game really was a grind. Players could advance their tiers, and professions could advance too.
One thing everyone agreed on was that the earlier you took up a profession, the better. You could benefit from the natural gains that came with leveling up and start working toward advancement sooner. Xiao Yang was envious. He wanted a profession badly. If he'd gotten one at level one, the free attributes he'd gained by now would probably have exceeded five points.
But he couldn't afford one. The Rusted Broken Sword that granted the Warrior profession had quickly been bid up to 560,000 Spirit Coins amid the shouts of players above level twenty.
Xiao Yang could only sigh and silently tell himself:
He had higher aspirations. A mere Warrior advancement item? If he was going to get one, he wanted a noble magic-based profession!
After rummaging through the goods, the black-robed Taoist players shook their heads.
"The quality's decent, the deathly aura is rich, but it's missing a certain essence. It lacks the Five Elements!"
In plain language: "The attribute bonuses are a little lacking."
Although the Taoist players weren't buying anything, their leader had taken an interest in Xiao Yang.
"You've got so many undead organs here, young friend. Did you find an undead dungeon?"
The long-faced Taoist in black looked up and asked Xiao Yang with apparent sincerity. Xiao Yang immediately grew alert.
It wasn't for any other reason. The Dark Dispelling Lantern hanging at his waist had suddenly brightened. He'd only seen it do that in one situation: when it was purging the undead poison in his body.
The black-robed Taoist in front of him had used some kind of trick on him.
Xiao Yang's expression turned serious.
This guy's up to something!
The long-faced Taoist wasn't put off when his trick failed. On the contrary, he seemed even more interested. His gaze fell on the Dark Dispelling Lantern at Xiao Yang's waist, and light flickered in his eyes as he scrutinized Xiao Yang. Greed was plain on his face.
"A high-quality evil-repelling item?"
He lowered his head and forced a somewhat terrifying smile.
"You must be new here, young friend. I'm Ming Xuanzi. Would you be interested in joining my Nether Cave guild? If my master takes a liking to you, you could receive an inheritance and a magic-based profession advancement!"
The long-faced Taoist invited Xiao Yang to join them.
The magic-based profession he mentioned was probably the Taoist profession displayed over their heads. It was certainly tempting. But what would it cost? What was the price?
Xiao Yang didn't believe that this long-faced Taoist, or the master behind him, would hand over a Taoist advancement for nothing. Besides, this man had just tried to use some sort of trick on him.
"So what would I have to give up?"
Xiao Yang asked.
"Nothing. Just accept my friend request first."
A notification popped up before Xiao Yang.
Ming Xuanzi has sent you a friend request!
Ming Xuanzi revealed a dazzling smile. As far as he was concerned, this was a huge windfall. A youngster who had just left his home world—and the world behind him—represented wealth beyond imagination.
The God Game had never forced it or its players into any particular faction. If the mighty beings of the Myriad Worlds were asked to judge the God Game, their opinions would probably be divided. The power that had become a game had indeed connected countless worlds and brought unimaginable opportunities.
But at the same time, countless worlds had also been destroyed because of the God Game.
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