A Million Survival Points and the "Holy Covenant"

Once Yu Yuan had made up his mind, he acted at once, listing the pistols, submachine guns, shotguns, and matching ammunition from the Warehouse on Taotao Cave.

The prices were steep. He had set them according to what several players told him those weapons had sold for in the past.

Pistols cost around 20,000 to 50,000 Survival Points, with ammunition at 500 Survival Points per round.

Shotguns cost 80,000 to 120,000, with shells at 800 Survival Points each.

Submachine Guns cost between 120,000 and 150,000. They mostly used 9mm and .45 pistol rounds.

He listed ten pistols, five shotguns, and three submachine guns.

200 rounds of 9mm ammunition.

150 rounds of .45 ammunition.

50 rounds of 12×70 slugs.

120 rounds of 12×70 buckshot.

"If all of this sells, I'll get around 1.2 to 1.4 million. The tobacco, alcohol, tea, and coffee I listed yesterday brought in about 120,000. Add the 290,000 Survival Points I already had, and that's 1.6 to 1.8 million Survival Points..."

Yu Yuan couldn't help feeling delighted when he worked out the total.

"I already have that much!"

The tobacco, alcohol, tea, coffee, and other goods he had listed yesterday hadn't all sold. Only a third of the stock was gone.

It wasn't that Yu Yuan no longer wanted to sell the rest. The market had simply reached saturation.

Yes, saturation.

Tobacco, alcohol, tea, and coffee could all steady people's emotions and ease mental strain.

Yu Yuan was selling them to earn more Survival Points, so naturally, he hadn't priced them low.

Speculators saw no chance to profit by reselling them and wouldn't buy.

And there were only so many players who both needed these supplies and could afford them.

A large share of the goods sold had gone to players who had given up trying to