Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
A hole the size of a fist appeared where the runic toilet bowl was.
Looking down, it was several meters deep.
It should have flowed into the bottom. Klein opened the creation page again.
He selected the exquisite Magic Cup. After a moment of creation, a long object appeared in his hand.
The interior was soft and spongy. He would first create one, and if it sold well, he would create more.
Klein couldn’t help but think that if this thing was a runic device, like adding a fire rune, wouldn’t it have its own heating function?
Just thinking about it made him excited.
Opening the trade channel, Klein’s Magic Cup’s demand this time was any six runes or alternatively any rune plus six sponges.
The price was slightly higher. After all, he was the only one selling them.
In addition, he predicted that the number of runes would increase today. For example, someone would receive their salary this month, and their blood would rush to their head. They might really spend on impulse.
Heading to the next catacomb, Klein arrived in front of the earthen wall that led to the underground Treant tribe.
As usual, he checked the prompt to see that there was a silver treasure chest and some resources in the catacomb in front of him.
[This place has just experienced a crushing massacre, and the Zombie Jackal pack has just been crushed by the Treant tribe. It isn’t a good time to enter.]
[The underground Treants are in a rage.]
Sure enough, Klein curled his lips after reading the prompt and dug a tunnel first.
At the same time, the magic cup that Klein had put on display had already attracted the attention of the entire channel.
In fact, the runic bow and arrow that had been put on display had already attracted the attention of most people. Everyone was trying their best to gather the runes as soon as possible.
“F**k, it really is a magic cup. I didn’t expect a big shot to actually sell such an immoral thing!”
“Is a magic cup an immoral thing? The bigshot also has good intentions. He brought us benefits with the great dream of freeing your hands, but you still don’t appreciate it!”
“Who has that kind of magazine? I’m going to buy one. Don’t misunderstand, I don’t want to buy a magic cup!”
When everyone found out the truth, they were all stunned. There were also some people who were eager to make a move.
Five minutes later, system notification: Magic Cup-1
[System notification: Transaction completed. Sponge+6, Rune+1.]
Klein was quietly waiting in front of the black hole when the notification that the transaction was completed came.
‘So fast?’
Klein really didn’t expect it to sell so well.
To this end, Klein made a few more magic cups. A minute passed, and five more magic cups appeared on the trade channel. The price remained the same.
The notifications from the catacomb in front had changed. Klein exited the trade channel and stepped into the black hole with his Firestorm Saber. The next catacomb was the tribe of the Treants.
Klein came in front of the 44th catacomb. The moment he entered, he immediately smelled the lingering smell of rotting corpses.
It was very familiar. It came from a Zombie Jackal!
Looking up, the ground more than 20 meters away was filled with rubble. He could vaguely tell that it came from a Zombie Jackal.
The entire catacomb was about 30 meters deep. This was the largest catacomb that Klein had ever excavated. There were many plants on the ground, and they were lush and verdant everywhere. It was a world of difference from the other catacombs.
For a moment, Klein thought that he had arrived at a paradise.
But the next moment, a thought popped up in his mind. He really wanted to collect all the plants on the ground. As a player, he couldn’t help but think of the yellow race.
Since they were treemen, it meant that they loved nature and plants. It was best not to act rashly, or else they might not be able to exchange for the fruit. Klein suppressed his pig-like impulse.
Klein looked at a thick tree.
Although they tried their best to disguise themselves as harmless trees, their bark and branches were stained with the blood of Zombie Jackals. Klein knew that they were observing him, so he had to remain calm.
Little Fox and Little Wind followed behind Klein. Suddenly, Klein stopped in his tracks. An old tree in front of him suddenly revealed a face. It had a face in the middle of the tree trunk, and its eyes were wide open with anger. It was filled with dignity and strangeness. “You are the companion of that Beast..” Beast referred to the Zombie Jackals.
Treants used the common language of the catacombs world.
“Not really.”
Klein pointed at the minced meat on the ground and laughed. “I’m a hunter chasing after them. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Don’t listen to him and tear up this damned intruder. I just fell asleep, and he’s here to disturb us again.”
“Yes, don’t let him go. This fellow must be lying!”
More and more Treants appeared in all directions, densely packed.
“If he is let go, he is just a passer-by. There was no need to kill the innocent.”
“Since he was here to kill the Zombie Jackals, they are friends.”
There were also some kind-hearted crypt treemen who helped the Klein people get out of the way. The first Treant to speak frowned and hesitated.
“Are you guys really going to tear us apart?”
Klein was expressionless as he brandished the Firestorm Saber in his hand.
Boom!
A whirlwind-like flame surrounded the blade. The high temperature forced the approaching Treants to dodge in horror.
There was an instinctive fear for their life.
If it was an ordinary flame, the Treants would be able to deal with it. At most, it would only burn a few leaves.
The Firestorm Saber, together with the high temperature flames that Klein himself released, could devour their lives!
