Zerg: An incredible way to survive

This core was temporarily molded by me. Since it was just made, there are still some of my body fluids left on it, and it looks like it was just pulled out from some other creature.

The stall owner saw me take out the core and was a little stunned. After all, this core was almost at the seventh level. He had been selling groceries in this city for so long, so he must have seen a lot of things. But he had never seen this thing before.

I noticed that the stall owner's eyes gradually became greedy, so I reminded him appropriately.

"Since I can come up with this thing, shouldn't you imagine how powerful I am?"

My straightforward reminder helped the stall owner come back to his senses.

In particular, he apologized to me for his previous behavior and asked me where I got the core.

But I was the one who made this core, so I naturally cannot tell him its true origin. I can only warn him with a stern face to stop asking about this information.

And asked him directly if he could take the core.

He looked embarrassed, as if my straightforwardness made it difficult for him to bargain normally. He began to secretly think about how to better get the core from me.

Then he made a five sign and asked me, "I'll take the 50."

I somewhat admire the shamelessness of this human being.

He dared to charge 500 million for the fourth-order core I just sold him, but now he is only offering 50 for my sixth-order one.

It seems that this thing is seriously overpriced.

It may also be that there is no correct price standard for these cores. This thing of mine is quite valuable. If I make a few more, I might be able to make a fortune.

After selling the core, you can then buy some meat to replenish it. It’s really a profitable business!

But I still have to ask what this thing is used for, otherwise when I sell it, if they find that the effect is different when they use it, I don’t know how much trouble it will cause.

I asked the stall owner again: "How much? Be more normal. If you give me such a joking price again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

The stall owner scratched his head a little embarrassedly, then said, "Eighty thousand! I'm not lying to you, it's really eighty thousand."

Is there really no standard price for this thing? The difference is so big.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that the stall owner looked quite outstanding, but at the beginning, her rough accent made me subconsciously think that she was not good-looking. But now it seems that she not only looks good, but even pretends to be ugly on purpose. Her face looks a little gray, probably because she deliberately smeared a layer of dust on it. You can't tell it at all if you don't look carefully.

Plus, she continued to exude a feminine scent, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sense her gender.

Now it seems that she is indeed good-looking, but she lacks some temperament. However, even if I look hard in the slums, I can't find a woman with temperament, so I might as well choose her.

My mind started to become active.

Lure her to a remote place, do some simple brainwashing, let her go to the house by herself, now set up the formation and draw it for her, then when the time comes she can just go there and replace her directly. That should be all that can be done.

But before that, we still need to find out which faction she belongs to. After all, humans like to form cliques.

I pointed to the core on the ground and asked, "How many of these cores do you have left?"

Due to the effect of the talisman, she couldn't remember my face completely. In addition, I was not wearing a human skin mask at the moment, so there were only a pair of eyes on my face.

She couldn't judge my expression correctly, she could only feel that my face and entire body were a little blurry and not quite real.

She said with a guilty conscience, "As for this one. If you want one of this quality, there is only this one. But you can have as many others as you want."

Hearing her words, I have no idea what she is feeling guilty about.

Could it be that this thing is not valuable?

It shouldn't be.

So I continued along with what she said: "Okay, take me there to get it, and I'll take whatever you have."

Although I'm not sure what she's planning to do, the best thing to do now is to play dumb. As long as she can't see through me, I can still find a way around it.

When she heard what I said, she immediately started to pack up her stall and pulled me in one direction. She looked very nervous.

It was obvious that she was very nervous. Could it be that the core could not be sold privately? Otherwise, why would she be so nervous? This was not right.

Then she took me out of the market, walked into a building, and took me to a first floor where residents lived.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw several men lying on the ground in groups of three or four, and a few men sitting on the sofa drinking. They didn't make any sound, but were quietly doing their own things.

He was not too surprised to see me coming and said that the cores were all in that room.

Follow her into the room. At the same time, two men followed in with weapons.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw all kinds of cores on the ground. There were cores of all levels, even cores of some rare creatures.

But there were also a few magic cores mixed in.

I pointed at the magic cores and asked them, "Do you know what this thing is?"

Obviously, they had no idea what it was and they all shook their heads.

No way! What's wrong with humans? They even forgot about the magic core.

Magic cores are rare cores that are born from creatures that have been corroded by magic. Although this thing has a large reserve of magic power, it has more disadvantages than advantages. Otherwise, why would so many monsters be so irrational and just attack randomly?

Now I am also skeptical about their business. They don’t even know what the goods they are selling are, yet they dare to sell them so openly.

But I don't have the hobby of meddling in other people's business, so I picked out a low-level magic core and a core of each level and took them back to study.

The men next to me saw that I had made such a mistake and were about to blackmail me.

I took out the sixth-order core I made and threw it to them, and asked them if it was enough to pay off the debt.

They stared blankly at the core in their hands, with a storm of shock in their hearts.

Seeing their stunned expressions, I started to think about the beauty next to me. Looking at their gang, the average strength of each person is not high.

The one sitting outside drinking is at level five and should be the leader here.

Then I asked the stunned people: "If you can't make up your mind, ask your leader to come and talk to me."

But what I said may seem like I'm trying to disrupt someone's business.

I didn't want to say much, so as not to annoy them.