Near dawn, Claire suddenly felt dazed and woke with a start from her sleep.
When she looked at the transparent trading panel before her again, the upgrade had already been completed. It did not look much different from before, only slightly more refined.
Out of habit, Claire looked toward the upper-right corner. The ten Trade Points displayed there had reverted to one Trade Point.
Claire checked the recovery date and murmured, "One Trade Point per month... that's not too bad."
After exploring it a little more and finding no major differences from before, Claire finally gave up and turned her gaze to the Start Trade button in the center of the panel.
Claire suddenly remembered the pumpkin she had just traded for and frowned. "Should I wash my hands first before trying it again?"
If she matched with a trader from some strange plane again, she would have to wait another month for the next trade. Claire was truly reluctant to waste it.
With that cautious thought in mind, Claire went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed her hands clean. Only then did she return to the recliner, take a deep breath, and tap Start Trade with her index finger.
The screen was still largely unchanged. The only difference was that the image quality had gone from standard definition to high definition. The dense fog seemed even more overwhelming, as though it could truly blind Claire.
This trade took rather a long time to match. Claire waited for over half an hour without the slightest sign of success. Just as she was getting bored enough to pull out her Magic Book and start reading, the fog before her finally began to slowly disperse.
Behind it appeared a face at death's door. It was not that of a wrinkled old man;