Translator: AnubisTL
"Brother Jiang?"
Scar Dog frowned, puzzled. "Who would buy a flamethrower that does nothing but cough up phlegm?"
"Our flamethrowers aren't exactly normal either, with their weird smoking habit, but at least they can still shoot fire, and the firepower is decent."
"In certain situations, they can be incredibly useful."
"But this flamethrower in the Altar Shop is genuinely useless—it literally just coughs up phlegm."
"Who would buy this? Is it supposed to disgust enemies during combat?"
"Wait a minute..." Scar Dog suddenly rested his chin in his hand, his expression thoughtful. "Actually, that might not be a bad idea. If it works like that, the enemy's combat effectiveness would be severely reduced right from the start, right?"
"Could that be what this person was thinking?"
Chen Jiang remained silent, his face slightly grim as he stared intently at the information stream next to the item.
The person had spent a single blood sacrifice point to purchase a one-star item, which would have no impact on him whatsoever.
It was just a one-star item; he could easily afford such a trivial thing.
What truly worried him was the potential for a chain reaction.
Could Zhao Ritian's purchase of this item inspire others to buy one out of curiosity? Like dominoes falling, this could trigger a surge in purchases, leading to an avalanche!
He had already made a silent vow.
The moment more players turned their attention here, he would abandon all pretense and immediately invest all his blood sacrifice points to acquire as many one-star items as possible.
Though his blood sacrifice points were only enough to exchange for 28,000 one-star items, that would suffice—far better than ending up with nothing in the end.
However—
He waited patiently in place for a full minute.
No one else purchased the Coughing Flamethrower.
Not only did Zhao Ritian refrain from buying a second one, but other players either hadn't noticed this minor change or, if they had, didn't care. Some might even be secretly cursing him as a fool.
And it wasn't just this item.
None of the other four items received any further purchases either.
Clearly, human player Zhao Ritian had some peculiar idea flash through his mind, prompting him to casually buy one just to try it out.
Seeing this, Chen Jiang let out a slight sigh of relief. No harm done. Just a little longer... just a little longer.
Once he'd saved up 50,000 points, he'd sweep all these items off the shelves!
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Chen Jiang, Feng Jiutian was also staring intently at the information stream next to the Coughing Flamethrower item. His fists clenched tightly, his face tense. Only after a long moment, when no further purchases were made, did he finally exhale heavily in relief.
To be honest!
The instant he saw a human player buy the Coughing Flamethrower, he felt his blood pressure spike!
In that moment, his mind had already conjured up a scenario where Human Player Chen Jiang suddenly swept all five items off the shelves, completely ruining his meticulously planned scheme.
Fortunately, the name that followed the purchase wasn't "Chen Jiang," but an unfamiliar one: Zhao Ritian.
And this Zhao Ritian, after buying just one, made no further purchases, clearly acting on a whim.
He currently possessed nearly 9,000 blood sacrifice points.
Theoretically, this was enough to completely clear out one type of item.
But he couldn't do that.
The reason was simple.
If he bought 9,000 Coughing Flamethrowers in one go, even a fool could predict what would happen. The race players would swarm like hungry wolves spotting fresh meat, completely clearing out the other four useless items as well.
Therefore, he had to wait patiently.
He needed to accumulate 50,000 blood sacrifice points, then sweep up all five items in a single, decisive move!
By then, even if other players sensed their intentions, it would be too late to interfere.
As for the Coughing Flamethrower claimed by the human player Zhao Ritian, it posed no significant threat.
After all, just 9,000 Coughing Flamethrowers could be fused into a powerful three-star item.
And the total stock of Coughing Flamethrowers was a staggering 10,000.
Losing one wouldn't matter, as long as it didn't draw unwanted attention from other players.
He currently had nearly 9,000 blood sacrifice points.
He turned to the communication screen before him, his expression grave. "You must accelerate your efforts. I've already accumulated 9,000 blood sacrifice points alone, while all eleven of you combined have barely reached 20,000."
"I have reason to suspect you're hoarding resources."
"I don't want our personal grudges to jeopardize this plan."
"Once we twelve collectively gather 50,000 blood sacrifice points, we'll immediately clear out all five items in the Altar Shop!"
"Hurry up! The longer we delay, the greater the risk of complications!"
The communication screen displayed eleven split screens, each corresponding to one of the fate holders.
As Feng Jiutian's words faded, a white-haired man sitting in a chair, idly playing with his fingernails, responded without looking up, "Yes, who can compare to Lord Feng Jiutian? The Elder replenishes your Meat Valley supplies as soon as you use them."
"Killing 9,000 alien race players in an hour is nothing. With a little effort, you could easily kill 20,000!"
"Our Meat Valley supplies, on the other hand, were painstakingly gathered over the past three months. Every bit we use is gone forever."
"When our Meat Valley supplies run out, there's no Elder to replenish them."
"Perhaps Lord Feng Jiutian could share some of his Meat Valley privileges with us?"
"We guarantee to complete it as soon as possible," the white-haired man said.
Feng Jiutian's face was icy as he glared at the speaker, Su Tianfei, and said coldly, "Su Tianfei, let me tell you, I'm in a foul mood lately. You'd better not provoke me."
"Oh?"
In the video, the white-haired man sitting in the chair sneered disdainfully, then looked up at Feng Jiutian with a mocking smile. "Even if I do provoke you, what can you do about it? You're only ranked sixteenth among the fate holders, while I'm ninth. Have you lost touch with reality, Lord Feng Jiutian?"
Feng Jiutian remained silent for a moment, then stared calmly at the white-haired man and said softly, "I'll tell my grandfather, the Elder, that you insulted me. If I know him, he'll assign you some suicidal missions to carry out."
"I've never asked my grandfather for anything before. For my first request, just the death of a fate holder? He's unlikely to refuse."
The man in the video visibly stiffened, instinctively straightening his posture as he stared at Feng Jiutian's utterly humorless face. A sharp twitch suddenly ran through his lips before he forced himself to speak.
"You used to say you'd gotten where you are today entirely through your own abilities."
"And that you'd never rely on your family's elders to act arrogantly and domineeringly."
"What do you mean by this now?"
(End of the Chapter)
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