A long time had passed since the battle began.
The planet had already rotated to its far side.
Ye Qiyan pulled out the stopper.
He scattered the remaining half of the potion over the land.
Those who still remained on Trade Star and fought all had their own purposes, to one degree or another.
Some were conducting some sort of trade with Trade Star itself, some were protecting their property, and others were simply watching the show.
Only those whose homes were on Trade Star were truly doing everything they could to protect this world.
But none of that had much to do with an outsider like Ye Qiyan.
Although Zhao Lin had blessed him with good luck, he still felt he was far too unlucky.
A perfectly good auction had not even begun before he ran into so many absurd things.
All Ye Qiyan had wanted from beginning to end was to complete this transaction, then finish the final Weapon Slot update for Eve through his spending, and return to the Wasteland with Correct Train Coins that could purchase trade options, raise his Train to level thirty, and use Train Coins to buy his upgrade options.
What a perfectly straightforward plan it had been.
But perhaps that was simply what the Wasteland was like now.
There was nowhere anything could be completed without trouble.
Accidents and pleasant surprises-no one knew which would arrive first.
He had no plans, no story of bitter suffering or deep-seated hatred, and certainly no clear goal in this world.
Ye Qiyan had only one thing to do.
Make his money before the Black Market collapsed.
As for this place, whatever happened to it afterward could happen.
Little white mice began appearing all over the world.
As a mere consumable formed after a C-Rank God's