The Evil God and the Prowler

Faced with such a situation, all one could do was consider themselves unlucky. In reality, as long as one had patience and time, waiting a while longer for other players to figure out this newly opened, massive-scale campaign would gradually bring the prices of consumables back to normal.

But as it were, Xiao Yang, who could barely get one day of online access in seven days, was precisely lacking in time and patience.

"What else can I do? I'll just have to grit my teeth and accept it."

Time suddenly became tight. Xiao Yang had to act quickly, otherwise, if he paused even for a moment, the prices of these buff potions might climb another rung.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yang first cleared out all the Light Feather and Tough Skin Potions from the Mushroom Man's stall. Then, he immediately began rushing around the Myriad Worlds Trading Area without stopping.

The Spirit Coins in his hand vanished like snowflakes. Of course, the Myriad Worlds Trading Area wouldn't run out of the potions Xiao Yang needed.

But Xiao Yang's wallet couldn't keep up. The idea of topping up the God Game's phone bill so Little Bone could also leave the dungeon was dashed. Things indeed unfolded as Xiao Yang had predicted.

The prices of various potions, weapons, skills, and defensive equipment in the Myriad Worlds Trading Area had all increased significantly. At the same time, the prices of materials and minor curiosities had dropped.

After spending two million, Xiao Yang had gathered enough Extreme Light Feather Potions to push his Agility to its maximum. However, he was still a bit short on Tough Skin Potions. Adhering to the principle of being specialized rather than generally proficient, Xiao Yang, upon realizing he couldn't max out both Agility and Defense, chose to max out Agility first.

Mainly, having high Agility could also partially compensate for Defense. Furthermore, when facing the unknown monster he'd accidentally provoked and the new dungeon level, max Agility would allow him to escape faster. After all, he didn't have any resurrection scrolls. If the situation turned bad, running away was much more cost-effective than standing his ground as a target.

The potions in his hand were enough to max out his Agility and bring his Defense to fourteen points without any equipment bonuses. Then, that was it for this round of the Myriad Realms Trading.

His Spirit Coins were all spent, and there was nothing else he could do. Without immediately choosing to return, Xiao Yang found a corner in the Myriad Worlds Trading Area and squatted down.

It was obvious that the Myriad Worlds Trading Area had become much busier due to the opening of the new massive-scale campaign. Of course, none of that concerned him. If other God Game players were like online gamers, then Xiao Yang was more akin to a local network or single-player gamer. He simply couldn't participate in those chaotic campaigns; his fate was to diligently grind dungeons.

Amidst the bustling scene, Little Bone suddenly emerged from the shadows. This little guy didn't understand much of anything else, but it had developed a habit: it would quietly sit next to Xiao Yang when he was setting up his stall, holding onto a corner of Xiao Yang's clothes. It was essentially Xiao Yang's Mascot Skeleton for his business ventures.

However, Xiao Yang wasn't setting up a stall now. He suddenly placed his hand on the little guy's head and sighed with emotion.

"Little Bone! We're still too poor!"

At the same time, while Xiao Yang was squatting in a corner of the Myriad Worlds Trading Area watching the other players bustle about, in the center of the Myriad Worlds Trading Area, various buildings of different styles were situated.

Of course, the Myriad Worlds Trading Area was more than just a chaotic gathering place for players. In fact, that was merely a secondary function. It primarily served as a place for the Plane Lords or large player guilds to sell their specialties and goods, and as a super consumption hub.

Naturally, Xiao Yang had never visited such a central area for a very practical reason: it cost money! The God Game's insatiable greed was no joke. Moreover, he had no reason to wander around this central area, as it was either filled with indescribably decadent establishments that were prohibitively expensive, or super shops run by Plane Lords selling bulk goods, often in the tens of millions of Spirit Coins, or various customized services.

In short, don't come here without Spirit Coins.

In a gloomy shop on the edge of the central district of the Myriad Worlds Trading Area, a Black Robe Taoist was reporting something to the shopkeeper presiding over the establishment.

Xiao Yang selling the purple Large Bone Club was to accelerate his own growth, but such actions also brought him some risks. The allure of the word "Epic" was far greater than Xiao Yang had imagined.

After listening to the report from the Black Robe Taoist before him, the shopkeeper, the long-faced Taoist who had once tried to recruit Xiao Yang, Ming Xuanzi, began to mutter to himself in the shop.

"Epic rank skeletal materials, a continuous supply of skeletal materials, Zombie Viscera, and recently, Vampire Bat Fangs?"

As he muttered, with each phrase and word he uttered, the greed on Ming Xuanzi's face grew more intense. Finally, he added a concluding remark.

"At least a medium-sized or larger skeletal dungeon and instance?"

Suddenly, a hint of greed appeared on Ming Xuanzi's face.

However, instances and dungeons that constantly refresh monster drops of various materials and weapons were truly extremely precious things, especially for large player factions.

Clearly, Ming Xuanzi was completely enticed. The only question was how he could bypass the protection provided by the God Game for players and the planes behind them?

He dismissed the Black Robe Taoist before him, instructing him to continue monitoring Xiao Yang. The shop fell silent. After only a short while, Ming Xuanzi became restless. He suddenly stood up, paced back and forth for a period, and then walked towards the depths of the shop.

Soon, Ming Xuanzi arrived in a blood-red secret chamber. He knelt and paid homage to a strange, twisted statue made of a chaotic pile of eyes that was enshrined within.

"Great Multi-Eyed Immortal Venerable! Your gaze can transcend the barriers of time and space!..."

A short while later, Ming Xuanzi left the secret chamber. When he returned, he held a pair of fresh eyeballs in his hand.

"One more month. Just one more month!"

After washing his hands and completing all this, Ming Xuanzi said this to himself, as if he could do something in a month's time. However, it would be best to hurry.

A month might be too long.