After making the rounds, Song Chen did the math and realized he had already spent over a million cosmic crystals.
As Rona tallied his purchases, she secretly watched his expression.
She had seen far too many customers whose expressions grew grimmer with every purchase, but this young man had shown no change in expression from beginning to end, as if he were spending nothing more than a pile of worthless stones rather than cosmic crystals.
"Sir, you're truly the most straightforward customer I've ever met."
"That should about do it. I won't skimp on things that can keep me alive."
Rona blinked. "Would you like to look at anything else next? Besides equipment and medicine, we actually have another place here. I just don't know whether you'd be interested."
"Where?"
Rona leaned a little closer and lowered her voice. "The Slave Market."
Song Chen froze for a moment. "Heavenly Pivot is still at war, and they're selling slaves here?"
"It's precisely because of the war that business is so good."
Rona's expression turned slightly suggestive, taking on a look that said, "If you know, you know."
"Please don't take offense. With the war, everyone's nerves are stretched taut. They need to unwind."
"But not all the slaves there are that sort. There are combat slaves too, bought specifically to serve as guards."
"Some wealthy officers don't want to bring their own troops, so they go there to pick out a few. If you have time, I can take you over for a look."
Song Chen had not wanted to go at first. Having come from Blue Star, he understood the weight the word "slave" carried in human history.
But the place where he stood was no longer Blue Star. Some civilizations in this universe had never had any concept of