"Come on, little bro, why'd you fold already?"
Half an hour later, Fang Mo patted Natsuki Subaru on the shoulder earnestly. "Your resolve to burn your lifespan isn't sincere enough. How many pieces of trash has this been already?"
"Uh..."
Natsuki Subaru looked at the pile of trash covering the floor, his expression unusually complicated.
Yes, quite a bit of junk had already piled up across the floor of the Forbidden Library. Aside from dragon ingots and chiseled andesite, there were also buckets of sewage, plastic sheets, orange hearts, Fire-Roasted Jackfruit, Mana Steel Ingots, Lead Steps, Rabbit Heads, Shadow Element Metal Blocks...
Though these items looked wildly different from one another,
without exception, they were practically no different from trash in Fang Mo's eyes.
Including the Lucky Blocks opened by Beatrice, himself, and Natsuki Subaru, he had taken out eleven Lucky Blocks in total...
Even the Second Entity no longer had enough Lucky Blocks.
Fang Mo had specifically gone to his main body to grab another batch.
But the results had been less than ideal. Aside from the Pocket Watch of Time Stream, that superweapon, everything else had been a huge pile of junk. Even Mana Steel Ingots and Shadow Element Blocks were still acceptable... but how the hell did Fire-Roasted Jackfruit suddenly show up?
"Um, Brother Dongwen..."
Seeing Fang Mo's troubled expression, Natsuki Subaru could not help trying to comfort him. "I suspect I might not have fifty years of lifespan left... How about we try forty years instead?"
"Fine, forty years it is."
Hearing that, Fang Mo could not resist taking out the final Lucky Block.
He had frantically rummaged through all kinds of dungeons for who knew how long before saving up twenty-one Lucky Blocks. Yet he had used so many in such a short time. No