Chapter Sixty-Eight: Setting Up a Stall

Fang Mu felt quite well, but his discharge from the hospital was delayed by a day on the recommendation of Doctor Pei Keqing, who suggested he remain under observation a while longer. The D-series genetic serum was indeed powerful, yet adverse reactions could occur; an extra day’s observation was simply a precaution.

That day, he completed the supplemental registration of his personal information at the hospital. Sure enough, a sum of 230,000 yuan was soon credited to his account.

Having finished the discharge procedures, Fang Mu, dressed in camouflage, left the battlefield hospital. Bathed in sunlight, he squinted up at the sun, then glanced at the bustling city born of war before him. He rubbed his bare scalp—he was not only bald now, but his eyebrows had been singed off as well. His once-handsome features now carried a few more hints of recklessness.

He still wasn’t quite used to it.

He smacked his lips, then let out a long breath. Truly, it was like being reborn.

He lowered his head, took out his communicator, opened his bank card app, and checked his balance—231,478.31 yuan.

He began to consider his next steps.

“The battlefield is as dangerous as expected. My current level of evolution is still too low... But before, I went there because I had no money. Now that I do, there are many places in this city where I can quickly improve my evolutionary rank... At the very least, getting to Bronze shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Right, first I’ll go to the secondhand market and deal with my spoils, then make plans.”

Many ideas flitted through Fang Mu’s mind in an instant, but first he had to turn his spoils into cash. Without further hesitation, he strode quickly toward the station.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the Information Plaza.

Information Plaza was the largest secondhand trading market, bustling with people.

Fang Mu first went to the plaza’s management office to apply for a booth, paying a fee—not expensive, just two thousand star coins. Then he found a quiet corner and took out the items he wanted to sell from his spatial gear.

He decided to keep at least two sniper rifles—one for daily use and one as a backup. Otherwise, if a weapon was lost or something unexpected happened, it would be a tragedy. As for handguns, keeping one would suffice; even if he returned to the battlefield, sniping would still be his main focus. Handguns were for close combat, and he doubted he’d use them often.

Next came the highlight of this haul—the Dragon Scale Blade.

That was a C-series weapon—arguably the finest weapon one could buy in a one-star battlefield.

A brand-new Dragon Scale Blade cost over thirty-eight million. This one was in excellent condition, at least eighty percent new; it should fetch close to thirty million.

He would need money for many things soon, and the proceeds from just two D-series sniper rifles and two D-series handguns might not be enough. As much as it pained him to part with it, selling the Dragon Scale Blade was necessary.

After all, he wasn’t a Berserker—such a weapon wouldn’t be put to much use in his hands. At most, it would be handy for dissecting battlefield creatures.

But for that purpose, a D-series combat knife was more than sufficient—even dissecting Gold-tier creatures was no problem.

And tactical knives weren’t expensive, either—a D-series knife went for around two or three hundred thousand star coins. Using a thirty-million Dragon Scale Blade for such tasks was simply a waste.

As for the two remaining Gene Bombs, he had no intention of selling them.

They were exceptionally precious in a one-star battlefield—virtually impossible to find for sale. Such items were his ultimate trump cards. Even faced with a Gold-tier foe, he’d still have a measure of confidence.

If he advanced his evolutionary level in the future and aimed to hunt Golden Beasts, Gene Bombs would be indispensable.

Having laid out his weapons, Fang Mu went to the booth he’d rented, arranged the items neatly, and sat down without saying a word.

The area was bustling, with perhaps over a thousand stalls and numerous evolved individuals.

No sooner had Fang Mu settled in than a customer approached—a professional Berserker whose eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the Dragon Scale Blade.

“Boss, how much for this blade?” he asked, coming closer.

Fang Mu glanced at him and replied calmly, “Ninety percent new, C-series Dragon Scale—thirty-six million.”

“Thirty-six million? Come on, boss, isn’t that a bit much? Brand new ones are just thirty million. Make it cheaper.”

The Berserker was startled by the price and protested.

“So, how much are you willing to pay?” Fang Mu looked at him. This was his first time running a stall, but as the saying goes, start high and settle for what you get. Business is all about negotiation.

The Berserker hesitated, then gritted his teeth. “Twenty million.”

Fang Mu shook his head immediately. “That’s too far off.”

“Boss, give it to me for twenty million—let’s be friends. I’m a Silver-tier Berserker. If you need anything in the future, you can come to me.” The Berserker fixed his gaze on Fang Mu, his tone carrying a subtle threat as he revealed his evolutionary level.

Fang Mu frowned slightly, looked up at him, and after a moment’s silence, shook his head. “Even if you were a Gold-tier Berserker, that price is much too low.”

“You—!” A cold light flashed in the Berserker’s eyes.

Fang Mu said nothing, simply looking at him coolly.

A Silver-tier Berserker?

He had already slain two Gold-tiers.

Granted, he’d relied on Gene Bombs to defeat those two, and had nearly lost his own life in the process…

But still, he’d taken down the best.

A Silver-tier… posed no real threat to him.

Gold-tier evolvers were the pinnacle of the one-star battlefield, exceptionally rare. Don’t be misled by the fact that Greedy Wolf had sent out four at once and that Lin Chuyin’s side had three more—it might make Gold-tiers seem common.

In reality, those were all vice-commander-level figures in the major army groups of the one-star battlefield!

A major corps may have tens of thousands of members, but rarely more than ten at the vice-commander level.

That’s the situation for the major corps—let alone anyone else.

To reach the Gold-tier required more than talent; cultivation techniques were key.

And without connections, obtaining high-grade techniques was impossible! Lacking those, no matter how gifted you were, it was difficult to achieve Gold-tier.

This meant that independent Gold-tiers were extremely rare. Most belonged to the great powers.

Across the entire one-star battlefield, there were likely fewer than a hundred Gold-tier evolvers—sightings were rare.

By contrast, Silver-tiers were far more common. The cultivation techniques available in the one-star battlefield were enough to reach Silver-tier.

“Boss, are you sure you won’t reconsider?” the Silver-tier Berserker pressed, clearly unaware of Fang Mu’s inner thoughts. His cold chuckle and intent gaze were laced with menace.