If Sora's entry brightness was one hundred points, then the Sea of Quantum's was roughly one hundred and twenty.
Although the former was somewhat lower in quality, it made up for it with better value and lower handling fees.
Chen Li was indeed tempted by the Sea of Quantum's entry, but the thought that merely extracting its entry—not even counting the cost of crafting the artifact itself—would take over a hundred crystals made his heart ache.
Pixie fell silent for several seconds, presumably relaying Chen Li's words to the silent Abyss.
[What backwater hillbilly is this? Do you really think you're covered in treasure? Fish have plenty of bones too—who'd want to eat something like you?] Pixie sneered at the Sea of Quantum's phantom.
'How did the Sea of Quantum respond?' Chen Li asked Pixie.
[It seemed... a lot more relieved?] Pixie said.
'That's good.' Chen Li nodded.
Pixie was not deliberately trying to stir things up. It clearly had its own reasoning.
Pixie understood very well that high-dimensional consciousnesses such as the Sea of Quantum and the Imaginary Tree simply did not care whether certain World Bubbles or individual living beings lived or died.
In other words, they did not even care about their own lives or deaths, as though they were merely cold logical programs operating away.
So speaking politely to them was useless. It was better to directly say that you looked down on them; that would actually put them more at ease.
To put it bluntly, they feared power, not virtue.
Having treated low-dimensional creatures as less than people for so long, these high-dimensional entities could not understand that an even more extraordinary existence might turn around and treat them as people.
'Tell it this. I need its cooperation. I can't stand seeing World Bubbles suffer