A flash of white light flickered, and a figure staggered faintly before emerging from within it.
It was still the familiar azure platform, the familiar bustle of people coming and going, the familiar air of indifference mixed with all manner of appraising gazes, the familiar—
Hm?
—Where was the white light?
After leaving a mission world, where was the beam of white light that the Main God always sent down for free, instant repairs?
Du Qifeng still had a hand pressed tightly over the wound at his waist.
Perhaps some of that "Ammonium Fish's" blood had accidentally mixed into the wound during their close-quarters battle earlier.
Right now, the wound, which had also taken on a faint dark-green hue, was numb and itchy at once. It hurt in a strange way—both burning hot and chillingly cold. If he had to describe it, it felt like being soaked in medicated oil.
But the most important question was: where was the free repair service the Main God provided to its users?
As though sensing his confusion, that cold, emotionless voice rang out beside his ear.
"Please note: in True Body Mode, repairing all user losses requires the consumption of the corresponding Universal Points.
"Would you like the full repair service?"
What the—
Du Qifeng was nearly dumbfounded.
After all, when something came too easily, when it was free, one never noticed its importance. Only when it genuinely started charging a fee did one realize the difference.
But after hesitating for a moment, he still gritted his teeth and did not make a decision right away. Instead, he first took something out. "Main God, I request an item appraisal service."
A streak of white light appeared from nowhere, brushed over the unusually shaped compact firearm, then vanished. A line of information immediately popped