The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 843 - 585: All Earned_2

Chapter 843: Chapter 585: All Earned_2

In the next moment, Lind thought of the crucial part.

If the Undead barter and complete trades with the invaders, it would be akin to committing treason!

Satisfying the enemy’s material needs with our own resources won’t extinguish their desire to invade. Instead, the allure of our rich resources will make them even more covetous of this place.

It will only strengthen their resolve to invade.

Therefore.

"Let me handle this business. Undead, you can’t manage this."

Sin Dragon: "..."

Although it didn’t know anything, it had a feeling that Lind must have come up with another crafty idea.

The Dragon and the Knight spent more time together than a married couple, making it impossible to hide one’s true nature from a partner. Lind had never intended to hide his either.

He treated the Undead as true cyber serfs, pushing them to their limits.

Let them be grateful while grinding hard, playing games while asleep. Want casual games? Not happening.

...

Elliot passed through the Teleportation Gate, the spatial compression making his bones creak incessantly. As a 5-ring powerhouse, he had sacrificed his strength, reducing himself to 4 rings to successfully reach this Material Plane.

It felt as if a sharp blade had pierced his chest; the pain made him involuntarily let out a cry.

After landing and taking a few deep breaths, Elliot climbed up from the ground.

He quickly adapted to everything in this Material Plane, including the dense magical elements that almost suffocated him.

[Black Holy Son] pulsed.

It was a signal from Mag, reminding him that he could return through the Teleportation Gate if necessary.

They could withstand these losses, but they had to bring back some information.

Elliot moved within the Magic School.

With the information from the front lines, he knew that those "Guardians" had violent tendencies. Once discovered, they would face relentless bombardment and attack until death.

The death of the enemy wasn’t the end; soon, newcomers would rush in for another round of violent assault.

He spotted the enemy at first glance.

Remembering his mission, Elliot refrained from attacking, even though the enemy looked very weak, and he could take their life with just a slight movement of his finger.

He moved nimbly, searching for a way to leave this isolated space.

To no avail.

Suddenly, he felt something and turned around.

Behind him stood a castle that didn’t match the surrounding style. Compared to a Magic Castle, it was too small.

Elliot approached the front entrance of the hall.

He reached out to push the door, and a line of words appeared.

[You cannot open the door this time]

Elliot: "What does that mean?"

He pushed again, but the door remained motionless.

Unable to open the door, Elliot’s gaze shifted to the other side, where he saw an unmanned stall with a price list on it.

Elliot found it strange that he couldn’t find any goods here.

Upon closer inspection, some of the price list’s content was in text, while others were illustrated.

Various resources were listed.

Purchasable?

Elliot was stunned. The resources that Mag and the Mages wanted could be obtained for money.

He immediately contacted Mag with the [Black Holy Son].

"What’s the matter? Is there a problem? I’ll open the door right away." Mag’s voice was serious and urgent.

A 5-ring powerhouse was a valuable asset, not to be lost easily.

"No." Elliot replied, "I think I’ve made a significant discovery."

"What discovery?"

"There’s a strange castle here, with a place selling resources by its entrance."

"What resources?" Mag clearly didn’t understand.

"Almost everything?"

"Gasp!"

The news was enough to make one’s heart race.

Their goal was to acquire those rare resources.

"But now there’s a problem. I don’t have the currency this Material Plane requires. Wait, it says I can sell items on me to exchange for currency."

Mag seemed uncertain: "It could be a scam. If we open a passage, we’ll get everything we want from that world."

The scheme seemed hasty, asking people to sell their belongings for purchases; how absurd.

"I’ve already sold some." Elliot said.

"What?" Mag pressed, "How much did you sell?"

The urgency in his voice revealed his frustration with Elliot’s impulsiveness, yet also his curiosity.

Opening a shopping place on a battlefield seemed unreasonable!

They had to be cautious.

"Perhaps it’s the stupidity of this Material Plane?" Elliot sounded excited, "I succeeded, sold my cursed stones and gloves, and bought a big bag of Magic Potion. Trust me, Mag, you’ll enjoy the feeling of it flowing through your lungs."

"So you profited?" Mag seemed to relax a bit, "Should I open a door to bring you back?"

"Of course, right now, we’re making a huge profit."

...

"Good thing I didn’t leave this business to the Undead."

Even Lind found it unbelievable.

Magic Ore, various restorative potions, all around 1 ring, worth no more than two 2-ring weapons. Rarely, necklaces and rings were even less valuable than a single 2-ring necklace.

But selling to invaders, the price had increased more than fiftyfold.

"I can sell weapons to the Undead, using high-end goods to attract, and low-end ones for profit."

Even now, they were still scalping equipment, with demand outpacing supply, partly because the game was too realistic, leading to high equipment damage rates.

If it broke completely, forget about repairing it.

In such circumstances, everyone having several sets of equipment was quite normal.

A 2-ring cursed equipment, sold at a fair price to the Undead, would undermine their second-hand market.

The key was to place the window for buying cursed equipment in front of the Undead, whether for purchases or battling invaders; they’d spend something upon seeing it.

Technically, there was no difficulty.

Everything relied on the barrier’s power, with "branches" instantly filling the barrier. Lind and the Sin Dragon just needed to work a bit extra, perhaps grabbing some Deities to run the business.

Lind was like a merchant shouting "Clearance sale, the boss has run off with his mistress," while the savvy Undead and invaders would find it hard not to check out.

The first Undead buyer appeared.

"What’s happening over there?" An Undead craned its neck, trying to see through the crowd at the center of the commotion.

"Looks like someone got a set of Cursed Land equipment." said an Undead flying over, fixing its hair as the real-life collision made it hard for handsome folks to stay composed.

"The ultimate output, truly a glass cannon now."

"I saw it, the equipment that drains health as soon as you wear it, but significantly boosts damage."

"It’s essential for clearing levels, becoming a moth, and facing no boss that can’t be taken down."

"I need to go mining!"

Just like the eager Undead.

In the Cursed Land, at the Teleportation Gate.

Mag eagerly awaited that figure; as soon as the other appeared, he stepped forward excitedly.

"It must be good news!"

"Absolutely good news." Elliot smiled, producing his haul.

Indeed, it was good news.

Piles of Material Plane resources formed a small mountain, and the rich fragrance from another world made Mag take a deep breath, feeling light as a feather.

"We need to send more people!"

"Indeed." Elliot nodded in agreement.

Foolish natives of the Material Plane, the so-called trade was just the beginning. With these resources, they would gain more support for endless plundering.

Fair trade was merely to gain leverage.

Victory belongs only to the strong.

"But we don’t have enough things."

"No, we have plenty." Mag said seriously, "There are some whose voices differ from ours. They would willingly sacrifice themselves to contribute."

"To let the Shadow cover the Material Plane."

"Yes, long live the Shadow."