"Did I do anything worth giving me a gift in return?"
The dream had faded.
Pagu's figure vanished without a trace, as though he had never appeared.
Ye Qiyan shook his head as he looked at the Giant Stele before him.
This stop, so utterly hopeless for Zhao Lin, had netted him a level 13 item and something whose level the current system could not identify.
"But the Hero Race really is strong."
He murmured to himself.
"Fighting two alone and still killing one of them. A shame the Witch I ran into at this stop was a little too weak. What a waste of a good Dream Trace."
Putting away the stone stele, Ye Qiyan returned to where he had first arrived in this world on his voyage.
Zhao Lin was sitting there with her eyes shut and her hands over her ears.
"What are you doing?"
Speechless, Ye Qiyan patted her on the head.
Only then did she come back to her senses, grinning with her dirty, dust-covered face.
"Hehe, Brother Qiyan, are you done talking? I didn't hear a single word."
"Tch, it wouldn't matter if you did. You'd just have to pay more Train Coins."
Zhao Lin was smart. She had yet to reach the point where she should know about these things.
She was different from Ye Qiyan.
Ye Qiyan had to satisfy his curiosity, no matter when or where.
But Zhao Lin could freely discard her curiosity whenever it would affect her.
That was another good habit she had developed through one Bad Luck Platform after another.
"I-I'm out of money... The Upgrade Option for the last level made the system spend all my money..."
Ye Qiyan looked at her with the sympathy of a fellow sufferer.
"That's how the system is. Greedy as