At this moment, someone raised an objection.
“Here we go, I knew someone would start doing math.”
“Their brain probably rotted from all that studying in the academy.”
“They’re limited, only 400 a day. If you think it’s unfair, don’t buy them. Thanks for your concern.”
“Thanks, bro.”
“I support you in calling out this unfair phenomenon.”
“Trading two for one E-grade magic creature core is actually very fair. I’m trading right now.”
“Getting a bargain and still complaining. One magic spell from you and a wolf can’t even stand. It’s pure profit, okay?”
“No kidding, trading with cores is definitely the best value.”
“Then I’ll go trade for a few to keep in my pocket too.”
“Are there no 10-point mana potions? This 50-point one is a total waste for someone like me with only 40 mana.”
“I have 30 mana, did I say anything?”
“Exactly. Don’t buy it then.”
Watching the heated discussion in the Regional Channel, Lan Qingyou smiled faintly. You might make a small profit, but I’ll never lose.
As for the 10-point Crude Mana Potion, she could make them. It was nothing more than making a slight mistake during the brewing process. But it wasn't necessary.
After all, the production cost was quite high, especially the time cost.
After a moment of thought, she posted another trade listing.
Blueprint * 1 for Apprentice-level Mana Potion * 10 (Send trade applications directly; only useful blueprints accepted).
The previous filter had been incredibly useful, but the blueprint was single-use—gone after one use.
If possible, she wanted to collect more alchemy-related tool blueprints.
It was much better than trying to figure things out one by one.
If she had ten cauldrons like the one she had now, her daily production would skyrocket.
“Hiss... ten potions for one blueprint?”
“Terrifying. Has it already reached this stage?”
“A blueprint, huh? I just happened to get one from a chest today. Sending a trade request now.”
“Ten mana potions, here I come!”
Seeing that quite a few people had found blueprints, Lan Qingyou was surprised.
She had searched over a dozen supply chests in one night and hadn't found a single one?
If it hadn't been for Gu Xiaobei, she wouldn't have even known such things existed in this world.
No, she had to go out and scavenge for two or three hours tonight, no matter what.
With that thought, Lan Qingyou clicked on the trade applications.
There were quite a few people trading, offering everything from tables and chairs to bedside cabinets.
However, this meant there weren't many blueprints that could actually be used for alchemy.
Ultimately, Lan Qingyou chose a wardrobe blueprint and a hurricane lamp blueprint.
Now that she had clothes, a wardrobe was naturally essential.
And she only had one hurricane lamp at the moment. Carrying it up and down every time was inconvenient; making another one would save her the trouble.
“My blueprint was rejected (sob)”
“Mine too (sob)”
“Haha, my blueprint sold! Ten mana potions in hand. My life is guaranteed now.”
“I’m so jealous of you lucky bastards.”
“What do you mean lucky? I’ve been kissed on the cheek by the Goddess of Fortune.”
“@Lan Qingyou, I am Mickey from Los Angeles. You should have heard of me. I’ve already recruited fifty people. Come under my wing, and I guarantee your safety.”
Just as some were celebrating and others were grieving, someone suddenly sent this message.
The lively atmosphere in the channel instantly chilled.
“Giant Mickey, do you think you’re still on Blue Star? Guaranteeing her safety? That sounds like a threat.”
“Hahahaha, fifty people? Mickey, have you started going senile? You’re a nobody now.”
“Machine Gun Jacksey, I can fulfill your death wish if you’re that homesick.”
“Just watch and see if Lan Qingyou even pays attention to you.”
“Times have changed, old man.”
“Still dreaming of being the Godfather? Go to sleep. You have to gather materials tomorrow, or you won’t be able to afford Lan Qingyou’s potions.”
“He probably thinks he’s a big deal again now that Old York isn't around.”
“Oh right, Old York is 56 this year. He just barely dodged the forced teleportation.”
Crack!
Reading the mocking words on his magic desk, a gaunt middle-aged man—whose hair was slicked back perfectly even on the Karim Continent—snapped a wooden stick in his hand.
“Godfather.”
Below the desk, a group of men in filthy black suits were staring at him.
“Take half of our men and find this Lan Qingyou. With her potions to support us, taking over the entire Abandoned Forest won’t be a problem.”
“The other half will continue gathering materials to upgrade the shelter to level three. We must be the first to reach level three and claim the reward.”
Fifty-something people squeezed into a 60-square-meter room; it was suffocating just to think about.
The gaunt middle-aged man known as ‘Giant Mickey’ waved his hand, dismissing his subordinates.
Once everyone had left, Mickey rose from his seat.
Walking to the window, he looked out at the night.
This forced summoning to the Karim Continent had been sudden, but for him, it was a golden opportunity for a comeback.
Ever since he was defeated by Old York and driven out of New York, he had been looking for such an opportunity.
Now, he had finally found it.
Chaos!
Only chaos allowed an old hand like him to reach his full potential.
That was why he had tried to contact his former subordinates on the first day and pulled them and their shelters to his location.
He was 53 years old—the prime age to venture out and make a name for himself.
...
“This is great.”
Lan Qingyou couldn't help but stretch.
This ‘great’ wasn't about going out, but about the exchange.
After putting the potions up for sale, she had been monitoring the channel's reaction. Seeing that most people were optimistic about the potions, she immediately turned her attention to the warehouse.
After all, a single slot could only hold 999 units of basic materials, and a ten-slot warehouse couldn't hold that much.
However, when she checked the exchange warehouse panel, she found that the slots had increased from ten to twenty.
They had doubled, enough to hold all the basic materials she had traded for.
This reminded her of her level two shelter upgrade.
At the time, she thought she was just choosing and building facilities; she hadn't expected such a massive surprise waiting for her.
Those villains in Villain's Valley really were wicked.
Although the upgrade requirements for a level two shelter were somewhat difficult for an individual, someone must have upgraded by now.
Yet every single one of them kept it tightly under wraps. Not a single person had mentioned this in the channel, leaving her to only find out about this surprise now.
Well, I’ll keep it a secret too then.
If I’ve had to walk in the rain, it’s only fair that I tear up everyone else’s umbrellas to keep my inner peace.
Time to go!
Off to find some... no, off to find some supply chests.
Let's see if I can find a blueprint myself.
“Hmm?”
Lan Qingyou, who had just stood up, suddenly froze.
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