He pushed aside the weeds in front of him and trudged up the mountain, stumbling over the uneven ground.
After much effort, he found a relatively flat patch halfway up the mountain. A crooked little shack, hastily thrown together from Wood and thatch, appeared before him, looking as though a gust of wind could blow it over.
Zhou Xuan frowned and stepped inside. The shack was completely bare, save for a mountain-high pile of sacks in one corner.
Their mouths hung open, revealing sacks full of Mutated Spirit Rice, its color dull and gray, its spiritual energy churning chaotically.
There was nothing else.
No bed, no table or chairs, and not a soul in sight!
Zhou Xuan stood in the doorway and looked around. Apart from the rustling of weeds in the wind, there wasn't a sound.
He understood completely.
"Fatty Wang, you've really left me here all alone, banished to this godforsaken place to fend for myself!"
Not only did he have to deal with this whole mess, but they hadn't even sent him anyone to lend a hand.
However, his initial anger was quickly replaced by a much stronger surge of delight.
Left all alone?
Wasn't that exactly what he'd been dreaming of?
Not having a single person around meant this place could become his most private, safest base!
He could use the system and conduct all sorts of experiments here without restraint, never worrying that anyone might discover his secrets!
Zhou Xuan looked once more at the mountain of Mutated Spirit Rice in the shack, his breathing growing heated.
Last time, at the Miscellaneous Affairs Department, just a dozen or so sacks of Mutated Spirit Rice had earned him nearly ten thousand Gold Touch Value!
And the Spirit Rice before him—how many times greater was this pile?