Luo Ye closed the battered ledger.
He stuffed it into his pants.
He turned to look at the people still too stunned by the absurd scene to recover.
"What are you spacing out for?"
Luo Ye clapped his hands.
The crisp sound echoed across the wooden plaza.
"Time for a zero-cost shopping spree!"
The main group began descending the tree.
Since Luo Ye had already devoured most of the laws.
And held a bill signed by the world's essence.
The gravity on the World Tree.
Simply vanished, clean and complete.
The group made its way down quickly.
Along the way.
Luo Ye became the most ruthless overseer on this land.
Anything that could glow.
Anything alive.
Whether stones, medicinal herbs, or the bone fragments of ancient magical beasts.
Nothing escaped his hands.
The vacuum cleaner in Shizuku's hands claimed to have infinite space.
But Luo Ye's plundering would have stripped away three layers of topsoil.
For once, it actually let out a burp of indigestion.
There was really nothing to be done.
Luo Ye could only resort to his backup plan.
Manual hauling.
The miserable workers faced the hardest day of their careers.
Hisoka.
The thrill-seeking battle maniac.
Carried two ancient lightning-struck logs thicker than water vats.
His tight-fitting clothes were soaked through.
Bulging veins covered his face, painted with a star and a teardrop.
Chrollo had it even worse.
The leader of the Ph antom Troupe cut quite an imposing figure.
Dressed in a fluorescent green security uniform washed nearly white.
He held several thick hemp ropes.
Dragging a small mountain of high-grade ore behind him.
With every step.
He plowed a deep furrow through the black soil.
Ging followed close behind.
Watching this peculiar transport convoy.
He rubbed his chin.
"Guys, can you believe this?"
Ging muttered a