Someone raised an objection.
"Here we go. I knew someone would start doing math."
"Maybe studying too much in school fried their brain."
"They're limited—only 400 a day. If you think it's unfair, you don't have to buy any. Thanks."
"Thanks, bro."
"Support you in calling out this kind of unfairness, bro."
"Two for an E-Rank Devilish Creature Crystal Core seems pretty fair. I'll trade for some first."
"Getting a bargain and still complaining? One spell from you is enough to stop a wolf. You're making a pure profit."
"Actually, trading crystal cores for them really is the best deal."
"Then I'll trade for a few and keep them in my pocket too."
"Are there no potions that restore 10 points of Magic Power? For someone like me with only 40 points, these are completely unnecessary."
"I have 30 points of Magic Power. What do you want me to say?"
"Then don't buy them."
Watching the heated debate in the Regional Channel, Lan Qingyou smiled faintly. You might make a little profit, but I'll never take a loss.
She could make 10-point Crude Magic Potions, of course. All she had to do was make a small mistake while brewing them. But there was no need.
After all, the production costs were still quite high, especially the time involved.
After thinking it over, she posted another trade.
Blueprint x1 for Apprentice-Grade Mana Potion x10 (Send a trade request directly. Only useful blueprints accepted.)
The filter she'd made earlier had been really useful, but the blueprint was single-use and disappeared after she'd used it.
If possible, she wanted to collect more blueprints for alchemy tools.
That would be better than making them one by one.
If she had ten cauldrons like the one she had now, her daily output would skyrocket.
"Whoa... ten potions for one blueprint?"
"That's crazy. Things have already gotten to this point?"
"A blueprint! I happened to get one from a chest today. I'm sending a trade request right away."
"I'm coming for those ten Magic Potions!"
Seeing that quite a few people seemed to have gotten blueprints, Lan Qingyou was surprised.
She'd searched more than a dozen chests all night and hadn't found a single one.
If not for Gu Xiaobei, she wouldn't even have known such things existed in this world.
No way. Tonight, she was going out for a few hours, no matter what.
With that thought, Lan Qingyou opened the trade requests.
There were quite a lot of people trading. They had all sorts of blueprints, from tables and chairs to bedside cabinets.
But as a result, there weren't many 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 a must.
And she only had one Hurricane Lamp. Carrying it up and down every time was inconvenient, so making another would save her the trouble.
"My blueprint got rejected (sad)."
"Mine too (sad)."
"Haha, my blueprint sold! I got ten Mana Potions. Now I'm safe!"
"I'm so jealous of you lucky bastards."
"What do you mean, lucky bastard? Lady Luck kissed me on the cheek."
"@Lan Qingyou, I'm Mickey from Luoshan. You've probably heard of me. I've recruited fifty people, and under my command, I guarantee your safety."
Just as some rejoiced and others despaired, someone suddenly posted that message.
The lively mood in the channel instantly fell flat.
"Giant Mickey, do you still think you're on Blue Star? Guarantee her safety? Sounds more like a threat."
"Hahahahahaha, fifty people? Mickey, have you already got dementia? You're nothing."
"Machine Gun Jacksey, if you miss Xiang Si, I can arrange that for you."
"Just wait and see whether Lan Qingyou even bothers to answer you."
"Times have changed, old man."
"Still dreaming about being a Godfather? Go to sleep. You've got gathering to do tomorrow, or you won't be able to afford Lan Qingyou's potions."
"Maybe he thinks he's tough again because Old York isn't here."
"Oh, right. Old York is 56 this year, so he just missed the mandatory teleportation."
Reading the taunts on his desk, a gaunt middle-aged man, who had kept his hair slicked back even on the Karim Continent, snapped a wooden slat in his hand.
"Godfather."
Beneath the desk, a group of men in filthy black suits stared at him.
"Send half our people to find this Lan Qingyou. With her potions helping us, taking over the entire Abandoned Forest will be no problem."
"The other half should keep gathering materials to upgrade to a Level 3 Shelter. We have to be the first to upgrade and claim the Level 3 rewards."
More than fifty people crammed into a sixty-square-meter room. Just imagining it was suffocating.
So Mickey, the gaunt middle-aged man known as the "Giant," waved his men away.
Once they had all left, Mickey finally rose from his chair.
He walked to the window and looked out at the night.
Being forcibly summoned to the Karim Continent had come as a surprise, but for him, it was a golden opportunity to rise again.
Ever since Old York had defeated him and driven him out of New York, he'd been waiting for a chance like this.
Now he'd finally gotten it.
Chaos!
Only chaos could let an old hand like him make the most of his abilities.
That was why he'd tried to contact his old underlings on the very first day, bringing them—and their Shelters—over to join him.
He was 53, the perfect age to head out and make a name for himself.
"Wonderful."
Lan Qingyou couldn't help stretching.
She wasn't talking about going out. She meant the Trading Post.
After putting the potions up for sale, she'd kept an eye on the channel's reaction. Once she saw that most people had a positive view of the potions, she immediately turned her attention to the warehouse.
After all, each slot could hold only 999 units of basic materials, and a warehouse with only ten slots couldn't hold all that much.
But when she switched to the Trading Post warehouse panel, she found that the number of slots had increased from ten to twenty.
It had doubled. There was room for all the basic materials she'd traded for.
That reminded her of when she'd upgraded to a Level 2 Shelter.
Back then, she'd thought she only had to choose a facility to build. She hadn't expected such a big surprise.
Those villains in the Valley of Villains really were awful.
Although the requirements for upgrading to a Level 2 Shelter were somewhat difficult for an individual to meet, someone would surely manage it eventually.
Yet they'd all kept it under wraps. Not one of them had mentioned it in the channel, so she'd only just learned about this wonderful surprise.
Then I'll keep quiet about it too.
She'd been caught in the rain herself, so naturally she had to tear everyone else's umbrellas apart to feel better.
Let's go! Let's go!
Go down to the docks and grab some... No, head outside and look for Material Treasure Chests.
Maybe she'd get a blueprint too.
"Hm?"
Lan Qingyou, who had just stood up, suddenly froze.
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