An artificial body, a soul of the Hero Race.
Ye Qiyan said nothing, silently making calculations.
"Oh, got it."
"That's all?"
"What else? Throw my life on the line against someone over a few words from you? Senior, you don't really think I love meddling that much, do you?"
The bank was empty, an icy scene everywhere they looked.
A scant few people had been sealed inside gemstones, slumbering.
Around them, there was no shortage of faint traces.
Traces of having been ended.
"I only have so many gemstones. I'll save whoever I can. Later, I can use this to squeeze more money out of that bastard Lu Cangxiao."
Resource Baron offered an explanation out of nowhere.
"I didn't ask."
"Ahem, I'm just saying, I'm doing it for my own money."
"Indeed. I'm doing it for money too."
Ye Qiyan chuckled softly. The staff at the counter were completely gone.
To restart and operate the system here, he would have to reach the bank's core.
"By the way, why do you keep following me?"
"I'm out of gemstones."
"So?"
"This body of mine... is pretty expensive..."
"And?"
"Fuck! I'll pay you afterward! At least keep this body intact until Lu Cangxiao wins."
"How much?"
Resource Baron ground his teeth in anger.
"Not Train Coins. I'm a little strapped lately too. Uh... you use machinery, right? I'll give you a Portable Factory afterward. Will that do?"
Ye Qiyan narrowed his eyes. He said nothing, continuing to look at him instead. Only after a long while did he speak:
"What else do you want me to do?"
For some reason, facing this young man always gave Resource Baron an inexplicable sense of unease. It wasn't the unease of being about to be killed.
It was more...
[*Am I about to fall behind