Wait, Can I Help You With Something?

The chilling currents of the Elemental Tide silently descended, robbing the Wasteland of its temperature without warning, forcing travelers to seek refuge in the increasingly severe cold in the Wasteland town.

The later it gets, the better the Cavefolk' business becomes; they can work all night without rest, tirelessly until dawn.

They strive with all their might to earn even one more copper coin; life is inherently a never-ending struggle.

Meanwhile, in the same place, two Corpse Witch were also working at high speed.

In the faint afterimage of the Moonlight Stone, the scalpel swiftly dissected the eye sockets of the two Frog, cutting out almost identical nerves from anesthesia to the process.

Locating the cornea, severing the nerve network, and cutting the blood vessels supplying the eyes, the Mithril tweezers finally removed the two eyeballs within half an hour and carefully placed them into Palm Bottle containing formalin solution.

However, the Corpse Witch's work was far from over; they needed to put the Cavefolk back in place before his eye nerves became fully active.

They won't get tired, but they will drain Li Ziran's mental energy and a small Magic Power Undead.

Li Ziran took the Palm Bottle, leaned back in his chair, and carefully examined the floating eyeball. The eyeball had no mucous membrane, but it was mixed with a lot of red blood vessels. These blood vessels were tightly attached to the surface of the eyeball, and there were also many red dots distributed inside the blood vessels. If an outsider saw this, they would definitely think it was conjunctivitis caused by staying up late for a long time.

Li Ziran well that these were genuine magical runes. These runes enveloped the eyeballs in a peculiar way, and the red dots were clearly similar to the chains of a magic circle.

Although Li Ziran had not spent a lot of time studying the eyes of the Cavefolk, he could now determine that the more times an eye mutated, the more red dots it would have.

According to what the Cavefolk just said, this eyeball has undergone seven mutations. If Li Ziran can find some patterns in organ cultivation, he might be able to make this eyeball mutate again.

Of course, that requires a lot of effort and a sufficient amount of time.

"Heh, the West really does have some good stuff."

He chuckled to himself, never expecting to obtain a Blinding Eyeball that had undergone seven mutations just a few days after setting foot in the Western Wasteland.

It was simply that this eyeball couldn't see anything; otherwise, Li Ziran have replaced it immediately. Eyeballs born with a curse are extremely rare.

However, he wanted to wait a little longer. What he liked most was the Demon's eye, because it could see the rarest Soul Element.

The two most important parts of a living being are the body and the soul. He has made some progress in his research on the body, but his understanding of the soul is still superficial.

Especially after cultivating the 'Dark Mandala', Li Ziran developed an even greater fascination with souls. He wanted to figure out how a Demon who had been dead for hundreds of years could preserve its legacy.

The soul is definitely a more mysterious realm than the body.

He carefully stored the Palm Bottle into his spatial ring and quietly waited for the surgery to finish.

The harvest was considerable, but not enough to warrant staying long.

A person of this caliber is formidable in the Cavefolk tribe; he only wants the eyes and doesn't want to cause any more trouble.

The room was quiet; it was definitely a simple night. Li Ziran glanced in the direction of the Corpse Witch; the eye transplant surgery was nearing its end.

He stood up from the chair, took out seven silver coins and placed them on the table. He was a little reluctant, mainly because he didn't have much spare money, but he still put them on the table with a heavy heart.

At this moment, the Corpse Witch was already stitching up the wound with Revival Potion. The entire surgery went very well. He was now quite adept at controlling the Corpse Witch with his soul, but compared to the Frog Transformation, it was still far inferior.

Now, it takes less than a second to transform a Frog using mental power. Especially after Sandrew's guidance, he has perfected the Frog Transformation array and even begun to explore the chains within the Transformation Array.

If he could obtain the Frog Transformation Chain, he could grant the Frog special abilities.

He had read about the Devouring Sky Frog in those epic texts, which was comparable to a mountain and could swallow half Great Dragon in one gulp.

I don't know if it's a legend or something made up by a bard.

However, since Corpse Witch can gain the special ability of Corpse Explosion through chains, Frog should be able to as well, right?

While she was pondering, the Corpse Witch had already begun cleaning up the surgical remnants, a good habit.

Li Ziran took the two Frog off the edge of the bed and looked at the Cavefolk on the far right. At this moment, one of his eyes had been replaced, while the other eye remained untouched in the Corpse Witch's hand.

"Well, I guess you could say we've opened for business?"

Li Ziran smiled. Although the business was small, his entry into the Western Wasteland was his first business venture, and the results were good.

Biting his index finger, he dripped blood onto the Frog's forehead, and the Frog quickly grew larger in the oily green mucus, reverting to its Cavefolk form in the blink of an eye.

The Cavefolk was still a little dazed, perhaps because the effects of the anesthetic hadn't worn off, and he stared blankly at his surroundings.

But soon, his expression changed drastically. One of his eyes was itchy, as if a bottomless pit was frantically tearing at his mental energy. In just a moment, his already meager mental energy was completely depleted.

"I..." the Cavefolk stammered, clearly frightened.

"It's alright!" Li Ziran explained, "You received an organ that doesn't match your strength, so you're a little unaccustomed to it, but you'll get used to it soon."

"You mean... this... this is... that eye?" The Cavefolk could hardly believe it; his tongue was trembling.

The main problem was that he had never considered that he once possessed the mutated eye and naturally knew how to control it. He stubbornly tried to sense it again, but as soon as that weak spiritual power approached, it felt like he was moving a mountain, with numerous difficulties.

But he could sense that this was an extraordinary eye.

The eyes, having undergone seven mutations, are the most advanced among the entire Cavefolk tribe. The fact that they cannot be used now does not mean they will never be usable.

As his mental strength grows, he will eventually be able to unleash the true power of this eyeball, and at that time he will no longer be an ordinary squad leader.

He was about to express his gratitude when he discovered that the other party had already put away the two Corpse Witch, and placed an eyeball on the table, which had just been removed from his eye socket. Next to the table, seven silver coins were neatly arranged.

"Are you leaving?" the Cavefolk suddenly asked.

Li Ziran couldn't help but laugh. The business was all done; was he planning to settle down here if he didn't leave?

"Certainly."

"You don't have to pay," the Cavefolk said, his voice trembling slightly, for he was speaking the absolute truth. "With your strength, there's absolutely no need."

Li Ziran smiled and didn't explain. There are many unnecessary things to do in this world, yet people still do them. He glanced at the other person again, then turned and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" the Cavefolk shouted.

Li Ziran turned around, looked at the other person, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Um... um..." The Cavefolk stammered for a while, then suddenly looked at the Frog on the table next to him and said, "What should we do with this?"

Li Ziran then noticed that the old Cavefolk hadn't yet reverted to his original form, realizing he'd been somewhat careless. "Do as you please. If you want him to revert, I can help you; if you don't want him to, I can take care of him myself."

This wasn't a big problem. Cavefolk weren't very valuable, so these slaves weren't particularly rare for Li Ziran. But he didn't care about having one more, since he didn't have many Frog on his belt right now anyway.

"No, no, no, of course I can't accept this." The Cavefolk quickly handed the Frog to Li Ziran, smiling, "Thank you. I meant, could I help you with something? You gave me eyes, silver coins, and even helped me get rid of this old man. I think..."

"Anything you owe?" Li Ziran asked with a smile.

The Cavefolk seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and his face turned bright red.

This mentality is understandable. If you put yourself in Li Ziran's shoes, you would probably feel bewildered when you suddenly received this good fortune.

"No need, it's just business. We agreed on a price, I won't lose out, and you don't need to worry about it. After we leave this door, we probably won't see each other again. In time, we'll forget everything." Li Ziran laughed, feeling that he was being a bit long-winded. There was no need to waste too much time with such a nobody.

"I... I want to help you in some way." The Cavefolk was somewhat afraid, but he didn't hide his thoughts.

Li Ziran was amused. He had explained things very clearly, but the other party still seemed Undead, which was a bit annoying.

Is it necessary?

"Yes, and it's necessary. I'm sorry, perhaps I'm being abrupt, but you are the most powerful person I've ever met, a big shot who could crush me with a flick of his finger. I know that in your eyes I'm just a tiny ant, but I don't want to miss this opportunity. I may never meet someone as important as you again in my entire life. I want to help you out, and I hope to meet you again." The Cavefolk rambled on for a while, but it was all a jumbled mess with no clear point.

Li Ziran took a special look. The other person was quite perceptive, reminding him of when he first met Sandrew. It was as if Sandru was willing to give everything to serve him, just for the chance to become an Apprentice.

He's somewhat like himself, but unfortunately, he's utterly worthless, Li Ziran lacks Sandrew's discerning eye for talent.

He is neither Savior nor a philanthropist, and there is no need for him to bestow his kindness upon someone of mediocre ability.

"Do you have the method for Cavefolk to cultivate eyes?" Li Ziran asked directly.

The Cavefolk shook his head.

Squeak!

Li Ziran pushed open the door, and in an instant, an oily green membrane enveloped him, turning him into Frog. With a leap, he disappeared into the darkness.

"Etc!"

The Cavefolk rushed forward to try and grab Li Ziran, but he only managed to grab the door frame. He carefully sensed the outside world and found that apart from a patrolling squad of Cavefolk, there were no outsiders at all.

"Captain, what's wrong?" a Cavefolk soldier asked hurriedly.

"Did you just see... no... did you see the old chieftain?" The Cavefolk quickly changed his tone, staring blankly at the long tunnel, hoping to see a figure he remembered. Unfortunately, judging from the soldiers' reactions, they probably hadn't found him.

Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

The rhinoceros bells rang again, and the entire Minotaur Tribe set off for Snow Woman Lake. It should have been a vibrant day, but the Minotaur on the road had very little energy.

Clearly, they had wasted the entire night on those short-tailed girls.

Li Ziran's eyes were also bloodshot; he hadn't slept all night. The little Minotaur next to him was also dazed, with both eyes bloodshot. If he didn't know that Minotaur's eyes couldn't mutate, he would have suspected that the other had transplanted a Cavefolk's eyeball.

"Didn't you sleep last night?"

"Um, Li, can you tell me why the skin of a short-tailed rabbit is so fine and smooth, like cream, while mine is so rough? How can I become fine too?"

Li Ziran was speechless. Was she asking him, the expert, for advice?