The Golden President... no, the Golden Curator's wares were clearly more enticing than those of the other Collectors. Every piece was gorgeous, like an exquisite work of art, but the prices... it was hard not to wonder whether an extra zero had been added.
Yang Yi took a liking to an item priced at one million points. It was a skull that felt familiar to him, with golden-yellow Soulfire glowing inside.
He picked it up, but no item information appeared. A blue force field enveloped it, preventing even direct contact unless he paid the corresponding points to remove it.
Although he could try crushing the force field by force, or even robbing these Collectors, it was better not to do so in the long run. It would be embarrassing to bring back a pile of fakes.
"That looks like your skull."
Su Na suddenly leaned over and whispered, making Yang Yi start. He nearly crushed the force field.
"My skull?"
Yang Yi looked at Su Na in disbelief, but she seemed quite certain and nodded.
This appeared to be a magical implement refined from Yang Yi's head. Considering his past experiences, the head that the Head Collector had swapped away from him seemed to have ended up in the Golden Collector's hands.
That was entirely understandable. After all, the Head Collector's collection, and even the Head Collector himself, belonged to the Golden Collector.
But before Yang Yi could decide whether to buy it, another bald head appeared at the Golden Collector's stall. Its right eye was wide open, while its left was a hollow socket. Its features closely resembled Yang Yi's, differing only in size, and it was priced at 250,000 Player Points.
This seemed to be Yang Yi's head too.
Many eyes fell on Yang Yi because the sight