Chapter 1 The Goblin's Loyalty

Amidst Fang Senyan's loud curses, the Goblin Gold Mine immediately looked over with a heartbroken expression. A tremendously ominous premonition welled up in Fang Senyan's heart, and he froze. Immediately, the Nightmare Imprint sounded a warning:

"Warning: Your servant, the amnesiac goblin elder, has had a significant drop in loyalty!"

"Warning: Based on your Charm of 2, your servant's loyalty to you is at 80 points, a dangerous level."

"Warning: Based on your Charm of 2, your servant's loyalty to you is at 75 points, a dangerous level."

"Please increase his loyalty to above 100 within the 24-hour protection period. Otherwise, this servant may run away within 24 hours."

"Ahhhh!" Fang Senyan immediately screamed as if he'd been stabbed a few times. He hurriedly threw himself to the ground and gathered up the Coke bottles and other trash that he'd kicked everywhere, stacking them back together. Then, he straightened everything up. Seeing that the water on the brick stove was boiling, he hurriedly found a broken bowl and filled it up. Even after doing all this, there was no sign of improvement in that damned loyalty. He could only grit his teeth and trade a thousand Universal Points over, targeting the goblin's greatest weakness. Mr. Goblin Gold Mine's loyalty finally bottomed out and rebounded, and he began humming a little tune, crossing his legs, and going back to sleep with his head resting on a tattered burlap sack.

Fang Senyan let out a long sigh and wiped away a handful of cold sweat. He only dared to sneak into the corner, lamenting with tears streaming down his face:

"What kind of servant is this! I'm the servant, he's my master!"

Fang Senyan walked to the table beside him, gnashing his teeth. Suddenly, he saw the Gold Mine's eyelids flutter, and he immediately plastered on a smile. But the perverted guy was picking his nose, seemingly dreaming of something happy, laughing so hard that his eyes disappeared behind his cheeks as he continued to sleep even more sweetly. Fang Senyan exhaled a long breath and began browsing the messages that had gathered from various sources.

Before leaving the space, Fang Senyan had rented a display booth in the trading plaza, which had probably attracted a lot of attention. It seemed that the contractors in the space couldn't directly connect with those in the real world yet, so they could only use messages. Now, Fang Senyan was reading these guys' messages:

"Hey, friend, your stuff is good. 1500 Universal Points is a reasonable price."

"I think this light blue ornament would suit you well. Of course, you'll have to add some money."

"Brother, I'm a bit tight on cash lately, can I get it on credit?"

"Kid, I'm the boss of the Mocha Gang. If you know what's good for you, hand over these things obediently."

"..."

After reading these incredibly坑爹 (kengdie - disappointing) messages, Fang Senyan regrettably realized that he hadn't received any useful information. It seemed that face-to-face transactions were more in line with the trend. However, he had also emphasized the time and location of his next appearance when he put up the display, so there should still be some people waiting. Just as Fang Senyan was about to leave in a hurry to set up his stall again, he suddenly saw a tattered paper packet on the table, wrapped in the kind of wrinkled homework paper that elementary school students had written on. Fang Senyan wanted to open it, and immediately received a prompt:

"You have discovered poison: Black Witch Poison Powder. Hertzlul Bloodseal mastered some simple black witchcraft, combining it with plants to create a new, vicious technique. He smears the prepared Black Witch Poison on weapons. Each time it damages an enemy, it will also inflict toxic damage that lasts for 15 seconds, triggering every three seconds, for a total damage of 9-18 points (depending on the enemy's resistance)."

"Use: Imbue your weapon with the effect of Black Witch Poison. Each time you successfully hit an enemy, there is a 50% chance to infect them with Black Witch Poison. Duration: 30 minutes. This packet of poison can be used three times."

"Warning: Each tick of Black Witch Poison damage may crit!"

"Warning: The final right of interpretation of this description belongs to David Beckham!"

"Warning: This poison belongs to the amnesiac Goblin Gold Mine. Any attempt to take it for oneself will be judged as theft."

Fang Senyan's eyes lit up as he looked at this series of descriptions:

"Oh? This stuff seems pretty useful!"

He looked around and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. With extreme malice, he stuffed the packet of poison into his chest and waited nervously for the Nightmare Space's prompt. After a few minutes, nothing happened. Fang Senyan immediately covered his mouth and burst into wild laughter:

"It really is like this! I'm its master! Its things are mine! So, taking my own things doesn't count as stealing, of course."

With the great joy of finally getting a bargain, Fang Senyan quietly slipped out the door and immediately felt relieved. Even if the Goblin Gold Mine woke up and discovered that something was stolen, it wouldn't matter. Fang Senyan understood now that his servant was extremely cunning. Measuring him by loyalty was completely unreliable, so he had to use some seemingly unreliable methods to deal with him. As long as he also acted like a scoundrel and said that he was just unlucky to have encountered a burglar, as long as he wasn't caught in the act, he would most likely be able to swindle this packet of poison.

When Fang Senyan arrived at the trading plaza, he found it quite noisy. Many contractors were cursing things like "damn green-skinned dwarves," "shameless profiteers," and "scumbags hiding behind red scarves." Fang Senyan was stunned. When he inquired, the victims all took out a packet of something, which looked exactly like the one Fang Senyan had stolen from the table earlier! Fang Senyan's heart skipped a beat. Upon closer inspection, they were all Black Witch Poison Powder!

However, the powder had an extra line of small print at the end: "This drug has a 5% chance to take effect when applied to weapons." Because the manufacturer had shamelessly smeared a few extra strokes when writing the percentage sign, it looked like 50%. Moreover, the small print of the final description was extremely pretentious and very sloppy, making it difficult to see... No wonder so many people were being deceived.

Fang Senyan appeared very calm on the surface, but he was already wailing in his heart: "What kind of ancestor did I bring back from the space..." At the same time, he made up his mind not to expose his relationship with that Goblin Gold Mine unless absolutely necessary. While his mind was racing, his hands didn't stop. He directly put out all the things he could sell and continued to set up his display.

Obviously, several people had been waiting there. As soon as they saw Fang Senyan set up his stall, they surrounded him. After all, Fang Senyan had only displayed a 3D projection before. Now, being able to verify the actual objects was naturally the best thing.

Among the items Fang Senyan was selling, the most eye-catching was naturally the black weapon: Ogre's Giant Femur. It wasn't that other contractors hadn't dropped black weapons before, but that in the current team-based mode promoted by the space, such weapons were 100% hot commodities that were usually consumed internally and absolutely never sold. When these contractors saw the unidentified black item below: a roll of thick leather, they mostly guessed that Fang Senyan was a lucky guy who had obtained some team spoils. So, they competed to lower the price, wanting to get some advantage.

However, Fang Senyan wasn't an easy pushover. He was still hoping to make a big profit from this thing and enrich his depleted wallet. How could he easily give in? So, he offered a response.

To those who completely wanted to buy it at cabbage price, Fang Senyan gave a single word: "Get lost."

To those whose prices were slightly more reliable but still trying to get a bargain, Fang Senyan said one sentence: "Bye."

Dealing with these guys who were like omnipresent flies for too long made Fang Senyan feel like his head was getting bigger. He simply came up with a price list to solve the problem once and for all, directly marking the black weapon: Ogre's Giant Femur with a high price of 50,000 Universal Points, using this number to make all the profiteers realize that he wasn't a sucker and was also planning to treat those who came to buy it as suckers. Immediately, amidst a group of people's disgruntled curses, the situation in front of his stall changed from bustling to deserted in a mere ten seconds.

However, Fang Senyan didn't care. He knew that the Ogre's Giant Femur not only had terrifying attack power, but also possessed a long-range active attack crowd control ability! It could be said to make up for the user's shortcomings and was a rare commodity that he wasn't afraid of not being able to sell. Getting rid of those idiots who were trying to find a bargain was just right for giving the guys who really wanted to buy it a quiet environment.

Before long, a guy wearing a hooded cloak came to the door. He had a hoarse voice and cold eyes, and wore a black mask on his face. He said to Fang Senyan very seriously:

"Let me see your leather, the real thing."

As soon as Fang Senyan got close to this guy, he felt a chilling cold coming at him. He also very readily took out the "Unidentified Item: A Roll of Thick Leather" and traded it to him to look at. After he looked at it, he didn't have any expression, and said faintly:

"I can identify this thing, but my price isn't low."

Fang Senyan's head hurt when he heard this. At this time, his financial situation was already in deficit. Where would he have extra money to identify this thing? He directly shook his head.

That contractor was stunned:

"You're not going to identify it?"

Fang Senyan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He couldn't expose his shortcomings by saying that he was so poor that rats were about to run out of his pockets. Instead, he directly waved his hand very calmly, using body language to give a clear answer.

The contractor was stunned, and after a moment of hesitation, said:

"Okay, I can lower the price, 3,000 Universal Points, just 3,000 Universal Points."