Sitting beneath the shade of a tree, Oscar turned the crumpled parchment map over and studied it twice, his expression darkening.
Taking a continent-spanning super Teleportation Spirit Array would indeed save him years of travel.
But was that thing meant for people to ride? It was practically throwing Supreme Spirit Liquid into the water.
Activating an array of that caliber cost hundreds or thousands of portions of Supreme Spirit Liquid at a minimum, with dedicated factions guarding it and taking a cut besides.
He unconsciously rubbed the storage spirit ring in his hand, which was smaller than a pigeon egg.
Inside were only the few dozen fragments of spirit stones he had saved up, one spatulaful at a time, after spending months tossing a wok in Old Zhou's restaurant.
There was nothing else.
Never mind the teleportation fare to the Endless Fire Domain-he could not even afford passage through a connecting Spirit Array in the large city neighboring this little Luo Shen city.
The thought of money made Oscar's teeth ache.
Back on the Douluo Continent, with that enormous treasury called the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect backing him, he had never really taken money seriously.
Where had he gone without booking the whole place? He practically wanted to tip the waiter two Gold Soul Coins just for a meal.
But here, no one would pick up Gold Soul Coins even if he dropped them on the ground. People only recognized spirit stones and Supreme Spirit Liquid.
A single penny could bring a hero to his knees-that saying held just as true in the Great Thousand World.
Leaning against the tree trunk, he lit a Native Tobacco cigarette he had pinched from Old Zhou and slowly took a drag.
The acrid smoke entered his lungs, made a circuit, and came