“Ugh...”
Lan Qingyou, who had just been thinking about selling information, suddenly covered her mouth. By the time she reached the forty-second vial, she could barely keep it down.
Good grief, she hadn't even eaten breakfast, and her stomach was already full of potions.
Don't think drinking potions was an easy task.
Even though one vial was only ten milliliters, forty-some vials were equivalent to more than half a bottle of mineral water.
Wanting to catch her breath and also wanting a change of pace, Lan Qingyou immediately contacted Gu Xiaobei.
It was only then that she saw her three friends had all sent her messages.
At a time like this, eating was naturally the top priority.
Gu Xiaobei: “Boss, you finally replied. I was starting to think something had happened to you.”
As soon as he saw Lan Qingyou's message, Gu Xiaobei replied instantly.
Lan Qingyou: “I was too busy yesterday and went straight to sleep. I’m a bit hungry now.”
Gu Xiaobei: “It’s normal to be busy when you're making that kind of potion. I’ll go prepare some food for you and Steel Wool right away.”
Lan Qingyou: “Alright, thanks.”
Gu Xiaobei: “Don't mention it! If it weren't for the mana potions you made, Boss, I'd probably be dead by now.”
With that, Gu Xiaobei went to prepare food for Lan Qingyou.
Meanwhile, Lan Qingyou used this time to check the current situation outside.
By now, both the world channel and the regional channel had undergone significant changes.
Of course, these changes primarily referred to the numbers.
The figures displayed on the world channel were 18,051,642,519 / 22,658,443,985.
Meaning over four billion people had died across the entire world of the mana tide?
Was it tragic?
Extremely.
In terms of numbers alone, it was horrific, equivalent to over a billion deaths a day.
But in Lan Qingyou's eyes, the fact that 18 billion people were still alive—wasn't that a 'victory' in its own way?
If anything, the number of survivors far exceeded her expectations.
She had thought they'd be lucky if even ten billion survived a tide of that intensity.
After all, not everyone was like her, able to directly manufacture mana potions for replenishment.
She was a bit curious about how these people had survived. Materials? Hundreds of thousands of units of materials per person?
Lan Qingyou didn't understand, but she didn't dwell on it; after all, that was other people's lives.
Area 666, however, was a sight to behold.
From the initial several thousand people, only 132 remained.
And even this was the result of the 'efforts' of Lan Qingyou, Shang Chuan, and the others; otherwise, they might not have even kept the number in the triple digits.
Checking the chat logs, good grief, these people were truly capable of anything.
“It's over! The mana tide is over!”
“Finally. I've been cooped up in my shelter for three days. Hunting—I'm going out to hunt right now.”
“Wait, aren't you tired? I only slept like ten or twenty hours total in three days.”
“Being able to sleep at all in those conditions, you've got nerves of steel.”
“I slept in snatches.”
“Hahaha, I made it! I'm still alive! Xin Tianle, you miserable Silla wench, just you wait to be hunted down by me!”
“Someone actually survived being set up by Xin Tianle?”
“Wait, how did you survive? Didn't you guys say you were out of supplies?”
“Don't you know? Corpses... also contain mana.”
“Holy crap, brother, you're hardcore.”
“Impressive. Why didn't I think of that?”
“Uh... isn't that common sense? That's how I got through it here, too.”
“Alright, alright, turns out there are experts after all.”
“So, after a month of fighting, I guess we're officially Kalim people now.”
Seeing this, Lan Qingyou's lips couldn't help but twitch.
If the first person was forced into it because Xin Tianle had cheated them of their supplies, the second was pure slaughter; however, it did fit the stereotype of Area 666.
But... well, what the last person said wasn't wrong.
After all, according to the classification of the Kalim world consciousness, Blue Star humans only reached ten attribute points at their peak.
And from her previous chat with Li Huai, a pure combatant, she knew that leveling up only granted one attribute point.
By that calculation, her single title was equivalent to leveling up forty times.
From this point, it seemed there was a fundamental difference between the people of the Kalim continent and Blue Star humans.
And this difference was likely a powerful body forged by their living environment.
Once Gu Xiaobei sent over the food, Lan Qingyou began eating while opening a group chat with Gu Xiaobei, Li Huai, and Shang Chuan.
Li Huai didn't have much to say; he didn't even ask about the talent ascension potion that Gu Xiaobei was so concerned about.
He just asked a bit about the world title.
Shang Chuan was a different story; he immediately fired off a barrage of questions.
He asked about the potions, the title, the production, and the sales.
Essentially, this guy asked about everything that could potentially make money.
Lan Qingyou didn't dislike this.
She liked people who were straightforward.
Even if they schemed against each other, it was within their respective fields.
Lan Qingyou: “Do you want information about the benefits of the title?”
Shang Chuan: “Yes. Name your price.”
Lan Qingyou: “But you still owe me quite a few promises.”
Shang Chuan: “...I can't argue with that. If there's anything you need, just say the word.”
Shang Chuan scratched his head on his end.
There was no way around it; his life was his life, and with those potions added in, he owed more and more. He didn't even know how to begin paying it back.
He actually wanted to pay her back with basic units, since he had plenty of those.
But because everything had happened so suddenly, neither side had specified exactly what would be used for payment.
Yet, he also wanted the information about the title.
So now, he was feeling a bit anxious.
After all, business was business; as long as he wasn't dead, he was definitely going to fulfill his promises.
Lan Qingyou: “I don't need anything right now, especially since I've already made the talent ascension potion.”
Shang Chuan: “Alright then.”
Lan Qingyou: “Don't be discouraged, Old Shang. I can give you the information. It doesn't matter if you can't give me anything right now; after all, you helped me a lot during my research on the talent ascension potion. As for the payment, we can talk about it later.”
Shang Chuan's brow furrowed as he read Lan Qingyou's message.
What was the hardest thing in the world to repay?
A debt of gratitude, of course.
Lan Qingyou's words were clear: she wanted him to owe her a favor.
But even knowing that, he had no choice but to accept. After all, out of the tens of billions of people in the world, she was the only one with a title.
Even though the world consciousness had already stated how to obtain a title, they were still empty-handed.
No one knew what the standard for 'contribution' actually was. It couldn't be that everyone had to study and read books to make something, just like Lan Qingyou.
If that were the case, this so-called 'contribution' would be a bit too narrow.
So Shang Chuan sighed and finally typed out three words.
Shang Chuan: “No problem.”
Lan Qingyou: “All attributes +10, and +1 to two related professional knowledge levels.”
...
Upon seeing this message, Shang Chuan completely lost it!
Wait!
Do I really have to read books?
Did I just owe a favor for nothing?
No, no, that's not right. At least from the +10 to all attributes, it's clear it's definitely not that simple.
The limit for a Blue Star human was only ten points; with a boost like that, she was essentially transcending humanity; it was almost hard to justify.
Lan Qingyou didn't care what Shang Chuan was thinking.
She picked up a nearby vial and drained it in one gulp.
She had already decided: from now on, she would drink the talent ascension potion like fruit juice. Whether it worked or not was up to fate.
【Ding! Your talent rank has been increased.】
Lan Qingyou: ...
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