Chapter Sixty-Nine: Making Money Is Hard!

Fang Mu merely glanced at him and then ignored him entirely. He had no interest in exchanging words. The Silver-tier Berserk Blade was furious, his eyes even flashing with a hint of murderous intent. Yet, in the end, he simply gave Fang Mu a deep look and departed.

Fang Mu watched his retreating figure for a moment, but made no move to follow. Soon, more people passed by, each immediately noticing the Dragon Scale Blade displayed on the stall. Upon recognizing it, low exclamations of surprise rippled through the crowd.

After all, the Dragon Scale Blade was a C-class weapon, typically wielded by Gold-tier Evolvers. Although some Silver-tier Evolvers could use it, their numbers were few—given its exorbitant price.

Many asked about the price, but upon hearing the figure in excess of thirty million, most could only sigh in admiration and move on. Some tried to threaten Fang Mu, like the Berserk Blade before them, but Fang Mu paid them no mind.

The Battlefield City was protected by the laws of the Alliance. Elsewhere in the One-Star Battlefield, life and death were determined by skill and strength—but within the city, the law prevailed. No one dared challenge the rules in Battlefield City, not even Gold-tier Evolvers. Unless one intended to remain in the One-Star Battlefield forever, never to leave again.

Thus, Fang Mu had no reason to fear.

It was not until half an hour later that a professional Berserk Blade finally bargained the price down to thirty-two million. Gritting his teeth, he made the purchase.

Looking at the eight-digit sum in his account, Fang Mu was momentarily dazed.

Eight digits!

For Fang Mu, this was an enormous fortune—ten days ago, it was an amount he could never have dreamed of possessing.

Evolvers earned money much faster than ordinary people. The weakest Iron-tier battlefield creatures fetched thousands to tens of thousands for a single corpse. Bronze-tier creatures brought in tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, Silver-tier even more, reaching millions or tens of millions. Gold-tier prices were beyond imagination.

Eight digits—the equivalent of slaying a slightly stronger Silver-tier battlefield creature.

But how many had the ability to hunt Silver-tier creatures?

Silver-tier creatures possessed gene vitality so powerful it was almost unimaginable. Only Silver-tier Evolvers could challenge them.

Yet, for most people, without sufficient power and influence, reaching Silver-tier was nearly impossible.

Admittedly, the cultivation techniques—the Gene Seeds—sold in Battlefield City could allow one to evolve up to Silver-tier at best.

But only if one had resources.

The most basic cultivation techniques cost one hundred thousand star coins. Those capable of evolving to Silver-tier cost over a million.

How many ordinary people could afford such sums?

Perhaps you come from a wealthy family, and money is not an issue—but the journey must be taken step by step, and evolution doesn’t come from simply implanting a good Gene Seed, buying heaps of battlefield creature flesh, and lounging at home watching TV, listening to music, and waiting happily and comfortably for evolution.

That’s impossible!

Adrenaline is a crucial catalyst in the process of evolution.

Only through combat can adrenaline be frequently and sustainedly triggered, prompting changes in gene energy, leading to life’s leap and the dawn of evolution.

Combat, however, means risk—death at any moment.

For someone ordinary, without any background, earning eight digits is nearly an impossible mission.

Could you slowly save by hunting Bronze-tier creatures?

First, you’d have to work alone, and your luck would have to be extraordinarily good.

Don’t be fooled by how easily Fang Mu killed the Gale Tiger that day—his cultivation method was extraordinary, and his Gunfighter technique was the renowned “Blazing Fire,” famed for its power.

His cultivation granted him unexpectedly vast gene energy. Using “Blazing Fire,” he could unleash ten shots in succession.

For an ordinary Iron-tier Gunfighter, however, the consumption of “Blazing Fire” was terrifying. At full capacity, they could fire at most twice.

Even if two shots could kill a Gale Tiger—what then?

Then, they’d need a day, or even longer, to slowly restore their gene energy before hunting again.

Not every cultivation method allows one to quickly recover gene energy by simply consuming battlefield creature flesh.

Let’s consider the math—

Taking Fang Mu’s search for the Gale Tiger as an example, just finding one took two to three days. Killing it, we’ll say takes no time. Restoring gene energy requires a day. Then, you must bring the Gale Tiger’s corpse back to Battlefield City. Ordinary people wouldn’t have spatial weapons.

A Gale Tiger weighs several tons—even a Bronze-tier Evolver couldn’t carry a whole corpse. Assume you bring back half. The journey from Battlefield City to Gale Tiger Canyon is two days one way.

Assume you need no food, sleep, or rest, and your luck holds—no one steals the remaining half of the corpse you left behind—

Even then, it would take eight days to process a single Gale Tiger.

Add the time searching for the tiger—

Ten days in total.

A Gale Tiger’s market price is sixty to eighty thousand.

This means, in the most ideal circumstances—no sleep, no food, no rest, with everything going perfectly—an ordinary person could earn eight digits in half a year.

But everyone knows this is impossible.

Beyond the impossibility of not eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting—the battlefield environment does not permit such luxury.

The battlefield is anything but peaceful.

When Fang Mu hunted his first Gale Tiger, didn’t someone ambush him?

And that was as a Gunfighter operating alone.

As a team, it would be even harder.

Iron-tier melee fighters don’t even qualify to injure a Gale Tiger. Bronze-tier simply means they can attempt a direct confrontation.

But to truly kill one, at least two or three melee professionals working together would be necessary. Battlefield creatures are not dead things—self-preservation is instinct. If they can’t win, they’ll flee.

Any slight misstep in the process leads to gruesome death.

Even if everything goes smoothly and you kill a Gale Tiger, a whole corpse sells for only sixty to eighty thousand.

And you have to split the earnings.

A typical team consists of four professionals, so each gets at most twenty thousand.

Eight digits—how many Gale Tigers would you need to kill?

Fang Mu’s excitement was entirely justified.

This fortune was something he could never have dreamed of before!

Fang Mu exhaled deeply, his heart pounding, and subconsciously glanced at the bronze ring on his right little finger—

This ring had truly transformed his future.

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