Three months.
In a mere three months, the world had become unrecognizable to everyone.
With the advance of major fronts within the game, especially baptized by the high-intensity warfare in the lungs and the dermis of the back, the number of players across the entire server who reached LV.20 and unlocked the talent tree finally broke through a critical threshold that made governments everywhere shudder—fifty thousand.
Fifty thousand "supermen".
This was no longer an occasional urban legend, but a tangible supernatural reality walking the streets.
Dragon Country underground black market trading network.
"Buying bio-energy! Buying in bulk! I want as much as I can get!"
"Exchange rate adjusted upward! 1 to 20! 1 point of bio-energy for 20 Dragon Coins! Cash on delivery supported!"
Although officials strictly cracked down on offline real-money trading, it was utterly unable to curb human greed.
Even the most noob players selling a few hundred points of bio-energy casually would be enough to live a lavish life in reality.
However, the market presented an extremely bizarre phenomenon of "high price, zero stock."
"Boss, there really is no stock."
A specialized scalper explained with a bitter expression on the phone. "Players are getting smart now. Repairing equipment costs money, buying Titan Blood later costs money, paying the salary of that money-grubbing Silver Wing Sentinel costs money, and raising pets costs money. Who's willing to sell?"
"Don't even mention ten thousand points; orders exceeding 500 points on the market right now, the moment they get posted, they get snapped up in 0.1 seconds. I suspect there are quantitative trading bots sweeping the market! No players are willing to sell large amounts of bio-energy at all. Doing it bit by bit is time-consuming and exhausting. Boss, please bear with us!"
Meanwhile, at the Titan Engineering Bureau in the