Gray shook his head slowly and bewilderedly. He actually knew that the number of Soul Returner would increase, and everything he had seen and heard along the way proved this fact.
The roads have been renovated again, more and more buildings are being built, and even the wasteland from the first visit has been reclaimed. This area has even been given the strange name Valhalla.
Looking into his bewildered eyes, Ed said to Gray and Nora:
"There are currently 50,000 Soul Returner in the entire Aduolin Province. It seems you didn't bring enough goods."
Seeing Gray's wide-open mouth, Ed's vanity was greatly satisfied.
He asked the last question:
Are there any risks associated with adding or replacing robotic arms during surgery?
Gray paused for a moment, then instinctively turned to look at his wife:
You explain it to me; I can't explain it clearly.
When Nora was suddenly called upon to speak, she instinctively took a breath and tensed up, wanting to say something highly professional but worried that the " Son of God child" in front of her wouldn't understand.
In the end, she simply took a deep breath and said confidently:
"I am the best mechanic in the nine blocks of the Great Labyrinth City."
"Okay, then I'll leave the task of replacing their arms to you."
Ed nodded and didn't say anything more; it was right to leave professional matters to professionals.
However, on the other hand, these two are quite well-matched in terms of ability.
Gray is skilled at operating machinery, but only mediocre in design and repair, while Nora, despite showing no signs of mechanical modification, is a capable mechanic.
Based on Ed's current impressions, Gray is a very good person. He is very capable at work and knows how to repay kindness without revealing the secrets of the Graycast Corridor. His family seems to be quite harmonious.
Considering the average moral level in World of Disorder, Gray could be considered a moral benchmark, to exaggerate a bit.
If such a person could truly become Grand Foundry Master, his contribution to Ed's plan would be immense.
"Then I won't bother you any longer. You can start selling the robotic arms after I leave."
"Okay, boss."
Gray and Nora began to see Ed off, but as Ed reached the door, he suddenly turned to the two of them and said:
"There's one thing I forgot to mention: if any Soul Returner don't plan to have surgery here but intend to try it privately, don't worry. Just sell it to them without hesitation; there won't be any 'medical disputes' or anything like that."
The bewildered mechanic couple exchanged a glance and nodded simultaneously. Ed turned and slipped out of the Antasia's gate, blending into the crowd like a normal player.
Behind him, an excited Gray quickly began to take control of the Antasia.
As each lever was pulled down, the sidewalls of the modified Antasia slowly opened.
The retractable ladder, which should have been on the top floor, was moved to the bottom floor, connecting the newly opened first-floor warehouse to the ground.
The shelves, which had just been piled high with goods, began to deform slightly, automatically shifting to the left and right and unfolding into a shape similar to a supermarket snack shelf.
Gray and Nora sat behind the counter, one in front of the other. On their left were replacement-type implants, and on their right were enhancement-type implants.
The creaking and groaning attracted the attention of some players. [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], who was playing a Master in the distance, also saw this scene and was so startled that he dropped the sandbags in his hands.
His performance was a disaster, and naturally, the onlookers also turned to look.
[ With Lion Hidden in the Eyes ], pointing to the Antasia, which had been unfolded into a "cyborg shop" not far away, he said:
"Look, it's right there. Go too late and it'll be gone."
In an instant, Gray felt the players' fixed gazes sting him, and his body trembled. The next moment, the players launched a full-speed charge towards the Antasia.
Gray was terrified, but thankfully the bearded man was there to cover up his embarrassment.
It wasn't that he was making a fuss; it was just that the last time Gray had seen such a scene was on the Antasia, except that the one who charged at him that time was hundreds of Blood Corpse.
At this moment, his psychological trauma was rekindled, but his desire for money and his loyalty to the Graycast Corridor still made him stand up straight.
The merchant turned to the equally dumbfounded mechanic and said:
"Keep going, we can get through this!"
As it turns out, surviving this wave of panic buying didn't actually require much effort.
Although Gray has a considerable amount of stock, it still seems rather meager compared to the players' needs.
Players were already very interested in the robotic arm, and with the deliberate marketing by [ Shit Appraisal Master ], and [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] sharing the news on the forums after seeing the Antasia open its doors.
With these three measures combined, the robotic arms on the Antasia were sold out in just two hours.
Logically, with so many players choosing to buy the robotic arm, Nora should be busier with surgeries.
However, to their surprise, very few players chose Nora's help to implant the robotic arm. The vast majority of people simply grabbed the robotic arm and ran off happily, showing no intention of using it.
"Thank you for your kind offer. Goodbye."
Nora sent away a player who had asked her to help insert bone nails, leaving only her and Gray on the Antasia.
The merchant looked as if he had just finished a fierce battle; he was slumped on the ground, surrounded by scattered silver and copper coins (he had collected the gold coins).
Seeing this, Nora took two steps and closed the side wall of the Antasia, turning it back from a mobile shop into the heavy truck capable of creating Blood Corpse.
She then went to the container, casually kicked aside the coins on the ground, and slumped down next to Gray.
"I had over ten implantations today, most of which involved bone screws. I really don't know how they're going to fit the robotic arm in."
"Who cares about them? These lunatics will find a way. Luckily, the boss informed us beforehand, otherwise we'd be exhausted by now."
"Yeah, I can barely feel my hands anymore."
"How about we get two new ones? I've reserved two for you, the custom-made kind."
"Forget it, I'm not interested in any renovations right now."
"Good."
After catching their breath, the two pulled each other up from behind the container and began to collect and count the coins scattered all over the floor.
Outside the mobile fortress, the entire Valhalla endured a sleepless night.
Countless players are racking their brains trying to figure out how to install replacement robotic arms on themselves.
Human beings' inherent aversion to reading instruction manuals was on full display at this moment, much like how one always discovers a part is installed backwards when assembling furniture. Nora had no idea what the next few days would bring...