Di Nian Evil Spirit sat cross-legged in the Independent Space within the city, veins throbbing on his forehead.
He had thought he could establish another stable profit channel through those Insect Race beasts, but he had never expected the Zerg Master Brain to disregard his logic entirely.
It had accepted all the information he provided as a matter of course, treating it as a gift that cost nothing.
Just then, Evil Eye spoke. "Bully, calm down. Perhaps, from the perspective of the Insect Race civilization, they simply have no concept of 'trade.'"
"The Insect Race civilization believes only in devouring, plundering, adaptation, and evolution-in their understanding of civilization, survival of the fittest explains everything. There is no such thing as equivalent exchange or mutual benefit."
"To achieve ultimate evolutionary efficiency, the Insect Race civilization even voluntarily discarded unnecessary emotions and thought processes. The social logic and notions of equal value you take for granted don't apply to them. No matter how much you give, the Zerg Master Brain won't feel any gratitude."
Evil Eye paused, then added a painful truth. "That 'thank you' just now was a translation I deliberately polished. If I translated the Zerg Master Brain's original intent directly, its response was just one word: received."
"In its eyes, the civilization data you volunteered had nothing to do with bargaining chips. It was simply heaven-sent material suited to its evolution. No matter how much you give, it will accept it without hesitation and never consider offering anything equivalent in return."
After hearing this explanation, Di Nian felt an enormous headache coming on.
Unlike the money-hungry, profit-driven players, the Insect Race clearly could not be negotiated with or drawn into strategic exchanges, nor could they be incorporated into the current Quest Market system.
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