So What? Didn't I Pay?

Bully Nebula, Bully City.

A million evil spirits had all returned, and pitch-black towers rose one after another from the heart of the city.

Black Tide spirit patterns intertwined across the ground as undercurrents surged without end.

From time to time, evil spirits wrapped in dense black mist passed through cross-realm tunnels, heading out to conquer and plunder resources.

Di Nian sat upon the Void Throne in the deepest part of Bully City, his Dark Red eyes overlooking the scene beyond the city.

The external trading platform was packed to the brim, with countless players crowding into every inch of open space.

Noisy, chaotic waves of thought kept flooding into his senses, making him increasingly impatient.

In just a few days, the newly launched "Growth Consultation Service" had exploded in popularity.

Countless beastly players had come flocking in by reputation.

The Mission Market's current capacity was nearly insufficient to accommodate the growing number of players.

Countless figures queued up at the platform windows, and even its projected Avatars could barely keep up.

It was not that its processing power was insufficient. The problem was simply that the player base was too mixed, creating a huge amount of pointless harassment.

Evil Eye watched the appointment figures jump wildly in the statistics database and spoke up. "Appointments are already fully booked, and even more players are still coming. Even if you personally give one-on-one guidance with a hundred million Avatars, you still won't be able to receive them all in a short time."

Di Nian nodded in understanding.

During the trial phase, the most important thing was information gathering.

The initial attempt had yielded decent returns, but it also came with many drawbacks.

For the vast majority of players, the first thing they asked after entering was always about pricing. Once they