The auction would begin in two days.
Ye Qiyan simply gave himself some time off.
The flow of time in this world was steadily aligning with the Wasteland.
The world's level had also been dropping from its original Level 12.
This time, he did not return to that Hot Spring Inn.
Instead, he stayed at the luxury hotel the Black Market had prepared specifically for its members.
Two days was neither long nor short, but it was enough to get a few things done.
For example...
"You want to use my luck, Brother Qiyan? Sure~ I don't know why, but my luck at this station is ridiculously good. And no matter how much I use up, it doesn't drop at all."
In Ye Qiyan's room, Zhao Lin stole a look around.
A faint fragrance filled the air, and Lisette was arranging decorations.
Red Tears sat in the corner holding a sword, lost in unknown thoughts, while Eve and Hunt stood guard outside.
Ye Qiyan sat on the bed with the small, square robot in his arms.
His brows furrowed at Zhao Lin's words.
"Your luck is increasing instead of decreasing? Doesn't that mean you'll be really unlucky at the next station?"
Zhao Lin nodded, unafraid of that prospect.
"What will come will come. Besides, hehe, didn't you trade me that thing, Brother Qiyan? At worst, I'll just die again. It's fine."
She made it sound simple.
But when she actually faced death, how could she not be afraid?
Zhao Lin had long since prepared herself. Her next bout of bad luck would probably be the worst she had ever experienced, but so what? Could she really stay where she was forever, never moving forward?
She did not want to do that.
"Besides, I'm actually not that weak anymore... Come to