Out and Make a Name for Yourself
At that moment, someone raised a serious objection.
"Here it comes, here it comes. I knew someone would bring up math."
"They probably studied so much that their brains went bad."
"It's limited to only 400 bottles a day. If you think it's unfair, you don't have to buy it. I'd like to thank you for that."
"Thanks, bro."
"Support the bro for criticizing this unfair phenomenon."
"An E-ranked demon crystal core for two bottles is actually quite fair. I'll exchange for it as a sign of respect."
"You're getting a great deal and still complaining. With just one spell, even a wolf can't stand against you. It's pure profit, isn't it?"
"Don't even mention it. Exchanging with crystal cores is indeed the most cost-effective method."
"Then I'll go exchange for a few and stash them away too."
"Aren't there any potions for 10 Magic Points? For someone like me with only 40 Magic Points, this is totally excessive."
"I only have 30 Magic Points. What did I say?"
"Exactly. Then don't buy it."
Watching the heated discussion in the regional channel, Arya smiled faintly.
You might make a small profit, but I will never lose.
As for the 10-point rough Magic Potion, she could technically make it. It would simply require a slight "mishap" during the refining process. But there was no need.
After all, the production cost was quite high, especially the time cost.
After thinking for a moment, she posted another trade offer.
Blueprint ×1 in exchange for Apprentice-level Magic Potion ×10 (send a direct trade request, only useful blueprints accepted).
The previous filter function had been extremely useful, but blueprints were one-time-use items. Once used, they disappeared forever.
If possible, she wanted to collect more alchemy-related tool blueprints.
That would be far better than slowly acquiring them one by one.
If she had ten cauldrons like the one she owned now, her daily output would skyrocket.
"Hiss… one blueprint for ten potions?"
"How terrifying. Has it already developed to this extent?"
"A blueprint? I just got one from a treasure chest today. I'll send a trade request immediately."
"Ten Magic Potions, here I come!"
Seeing that quite a few people seemed to have obtained blueprints, Arya was genuinely surprised.
She had searched more than a dozen treasure chests all night and hadn't gotten a single one.
If it weren't for Gu Xiaobei, she wouldn't even know that such things existed in this world.
No. Tonight, she had to go out and "cause some trouble" for at least two or three hours, no matter what.
With that thought, Arya opened the incoming trade requests.
As expected, there were many people sending offers—everything from table blueprints to chairs and bedside cabinets. Almost anything imaginable was there.
However, this also meant there was a shortage of blueprints that were actually useful for alchemy.
In the end, Arya chose a wardrobe blueprint and a hurricane lamp blueprint.
Now that she had proper clothes, a wardrobe was naturally indispensable.
And she only had one hurricane lamp. It was inconvenient to carry it upstairs and downstairs every time. Making another hurricane lamp would save her from constantly running back and forth.
"My blueprint was rejected (sad)."
"Mine too (sad)."
"Hahaha! My blueprint sold! Ten Magic Potions in hand, my life is guaranteed now."
"I really envy you lucky bastards."
"What lucky bastard? I've been kissed on the cheek by the Goddess of Fortune."
Just as some people were celebrating and others were despairing, someone suddenly sent an unexpected message.
"@Arya, I'm Mickey from Natasha. You should have heard of me. I've already recruited fifty people. Come under my wing, and I'll guarantee your safety."
The lively atmosphere in the channel instantly turned cold.
"Giant Mickey, do you still think this is the old world? Guaranteeing her safety—doesn't that sound like a threat?"
"Hahahahahahaha. Fifty people? Mickey, have you started getting senile? You're nothing now."
"Machine Gun Jackey, I can help you cure your homesickness."
"Just wait and see if Arya even bothers replying to you."
"The times have changed, old man."
"Still dreaming about being a godfather? Go to sleep quickly. You still need to gather resources tomorrow, or else you won't be able to afford Arya's potions."
"He probably thinks he's capable now that Old York isn't around."
"Oh right, Old York is 56 this year. He just avoided the forced teleportation."
Crack!
Staring at the sarcastic comments on the screen, a lean middle-aged man, who kept his hair slicked back even on the Karim Continent, snapped the wooden stick in his hand.
"Godfather."
Under the desk, a group of people wearing dirty black suits stared up at him.
"Send half the men to find this Arya. With the help of her potions, consuming the entire Abandoned Forest will be no problem for us."
"The other half will continue collecting materials to upgrade the Level 3 Shelter. We must be the first to reach Level 3 and claim the Level 3 reward."
More than fifty people were crammed into a room of less than sixty square meters. Just thinking about it felt suffocating.
The lean middle-aged man known as "Giant Mickey" waved his hand and dismissed his subordinates.
After everyone left, Mickey finally stood up.
He walked to the window and looked out at the night sky.
Being forcibly summoned to the Karim Continent this time had been sudden, but for him, it was also a rare opportunity.
Ever since he had been defeated by Old York and driven out of New York, he had been waiting for a chance like this.
Now, he had finally found it.
Chaos.
Only chaos could allow an old hand like him to perform at his very best.
That was why, on the very first day, he tried to contact his former subordinates and bring both them and their shelters to his side.
He was 53 years old now—a perfect age to go out and make his mark.
"This is great."
Back on the other side, Arya couldn't help but stretch slightly.
This "great" had nothing to do with going out, but everything to do with the trading post.
After throwing the potions into the market earlier, she had carefully observed the reactions in the channel. When she saw that most people were optimistic about the potions, she immediately shifted her attention to the warehouse.
After all, one slot could only stack 999 units of basic materials, and a warehouse with only ten slots simply couldn't hold too much.
However, when she adjusted the panel to the trading post warehouse, she noticed something shocking.
The warehouse slots had increased from ten to twenty.
It had doubled.
All of the basic materials she had exchanged for could now comfortably fit inside.
This reminded her of her previous Shelter upgrade.
At that time, she thought the upgrade was only about adding new facilities. She hadn't expected such a huge hidden bonus.
Those villains from Evilman Valley were truly wicked.
Although the requirements for upgrading to a Level 2 Shelter were quite difficult for an individual, surely someone had already done it, right?
But everyone had kept completely silent about it in the channel.
Not a single person mentioned it.
That meant she only discovered this huge advantage now, far later than she should have.
Fine.
Then I'll keep it to myself too.
Since she had already been rained on, it was only fair that she tear up someone else's umbrella to balance things out.
Let's go. Let's go.
Go to the dock and get some… no, go out and hunt for some material treasure chests instead.
Maybe she could finally get a blueprint of her own.
She stood up.
Just as she was about to move, Arya suddenly froze.
"Hmm?"
Something felt… wrong.