53 Is the Prime Age to Go Out and Make Your Mark

At this moment, someone raised an objection.

"Here we go, here we go, I knew someone would start doing math."

"They probably fried their brains while studying inside the study."

"It's limited, only 400 bottles a day. If you think it's unfair, you don't have to buy it. Thanks, but no thanks."

"Thanks, brother."

"I support you, brother, in criticizing this kind of unfair phenomenon."

"Trading an E-Grade Devilish Creature Crystal Core for two bottles is actually quite fair. I'll trade first, with respect."

"You're getting a bargain and still complaining. A single spell from you can't even stop a wolf; it's pure profit, isn't it?"

"Don't say that, using a crystal core is definitely the most cost-effective method."

"Then I'll go trade for a few to keep in my pocket."

"Aren't there any 10-mana potions? For someone like me with only 40 mana, this is completely redundant."

"I have 30 mana, what am I supposed to say?"

"That's perfect, just don't buy it."

Watching the heated discussion in the Regional Channel, Lan Qingyou smiled slightly. You might make a small profit, but I never lose.

As for the 10-mana Crude Magic Potion, she could make them; it was just a matter of intentionally making a slight mistake during the brewing process. But there was no need.

After all, the production cost was quite high, especially the time cost.

After thinking for a moment, she posted another trade.

Blueprint *1 for Apprentice-Grade Mana Potion *10 (Send trade requests directly, only acquiring useful blueprints).

The previous filter was truly useful, but the blueprints were one-time use; once used, they were gone.

If possible, she wanted to collect more tool blueprints related to alchemy.

That would be better than doing things one by one slowly.

If she had ten cauldrons like the one she had now, her daily output would skyrocket.

"Hiss... one blueprint for ten potions?"

"How terrifying, has it already developed to this point?"

"Blueprints, I actually opened one from a treasure chest today. I'm sending the trade request immediately."

"10 magic potions, here I come!"

Seeing that quite a few people seemed to have opened blueprints, Lan Qingyou was surprised.

She had searched over a dozen treasure chests in one night and hadn't found a single one?

If it weren't for Gu Xiaobei, she wouldn't even have known such things existed in this world.

No, she had to go out and scavenge for two or three hours tonight, no matter what.

Thinking this, Lan Qingyou opened the trade requests.

It had to be said, there were quite a few people trading, ranging from tables and chairs to nightstands.

But this resulted in very few blueprints that could be used for alchemy.

In the end, Lan Qingyou chose a wardrobe blueprint and a Hurricane Lamp blueprint.

Now that she had clothes, a wardrobe was naturally essential.

And since she only had one Hurricane Lamp, it was inconvenient to carry it up and down every time. Making another one meant she wouldn't have to run back and forth.

"My blueprint was rejected (sad)"

"Me too (sad)"

"Haha, my blueprint sold. 10 mana potions in hand, my life is guaranteed now."

"I really envy you guys who got lucky."

"What luck? I was kissed on the cheek by the Goddess of Fortune."

"@Lan Qingyou, I am Giant Mickey from Luoshan. You should have heard of me. I have already recruited fifty people. Come under my command and I guarantee your safety."

Just as some were happy and others were sad, someone suddenly said this.

The lively atmosphere in the channel instantly turned cold.

"Giant Mickey, do you still think this is Blue Star? Guaranteeing her safety? This is a threat, right?"

"Hahahaha, fifty people? Mickey, have you started suffering from senile dementia? You're nothing."

"Machine Gun Jacksey, you Xiang Si, I can fulfill your wish."

"Just wait and see if Lan Qingyou even bothers with you."

"The times have changed, old man."

"Still dreaming of being a Godfather? Go to sleep, you have to gather resources tomorrow, otherwise you won't be able to afford Lan Qingyou's potions."

"I suppose they think they can do as they please now that Old York isn't around."

"That's right, Old York is 56 this year, just old enough to avoid the forced teleportation."

Looking at the mocking comments on the Desk, a gaunt, middle-aged man who kept his hair slicked back even on the Karim Continent snapped a wooden stick in his hand.

"Godfather."

Under the Desk, a group of men in filthy black suits stared at him.

"Split half the men off to find this Lan Qingyou. With the aid of her potions, taking over the entire Abandoned Forest won't be a problem."

"The other half will continue collecting materials to upgrade to a Level 3 Shelter. We must be the first to reach Level 3 and claim the rewards."

Fifty-some people crammed into a 60-square-meter room—the thought alone was suffocating.

With that, the gaunt, middle-aged Mickey, known as the 'Giant', waved his hand to dismiss his subordinates.

Once everyone had left, Mickey finally rose from his chair.

Walking to the window, he gazed out into the night.

Being forcibly summoned to the Karim Continent this time had been sudden, but for him, it was a golden opportunity for a comeback.

Ever since he was defeated by Old York and driven out of New York, he had been waiting for a chance like this.

Now, he had finally found it.

Chaos!

Only in chaos could an old hand like him truly shine.

That was why he had spent the first day contacting his former underlings, pulling them and their shelters over to his side.

He was 53 now, the prime age to make his mark.

"This is great."

Lan Qingyou couldn't help but stretch.

This 'great' wasn't about going out, but about the Trading Post.

After throwing those potions in earlier, she had been monitoring the reactions in the channel. Seeing that the vast majority of people were optimistic about the potions, she immediately shifted her attention to her warehouse.

After all, each slot could only stack 999 units of basic materials, and a ten-slot warehouse couldn't hold that much.

To her surprise, when she adjusted her panel to the Trading Post warehouse, she found that the slots had increased from ten to twenty.

It had doubled, meaning all the basic materials she had exchanged for would fit.

This reminded her of when she upgraded to a Level 2 Shelter.

At the time, she thought it was just about choosing construction facilities, but she hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise waiting for her.

Those villains in the Valley of Villains were truly wicked.

Although the upgrade requirements for a Level 2 Shelter were somewhat difficult for an individual, surely someone else must have upgraded by now.

Yet, they all kept it under wraps, and not a single person in the channel had mentioned it, leaving her to only discover this surprise now.

Well, I'll keep it to myself too.

Since I've been caught in the rain, it's only fair to tear up everyone else's umbrellas to find some peace of mind.

Time to go! Time to go!

Off to the docks to get some... no, wait, time to head out and find some Material Treasure Chests.

Let's see if I can open up some blueprints or something.

"Hm?"

Lan Qingyou, who had just stood up, suddenly froze.

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