The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Meanwhile, deep within the instance.

"boom--!"

The colossal lava giant let out its final wail, its massive body collapsing with a deafening roar, transforming into a shower of sparks and experience points.

Congratulations! You have successfully defeated the Lava Overseer!

[Origin Crystal Acquired...]

Lin Mo took a breath and casually wiped away the beads of sweat that had seeped from his cheeks due to the high temperature.

Just now, at the height of the battle, a system notification pop-up did indeed flash briefly in the corner of his field of vision.

He casually swiped it open.

[Friend Request: Qingtian requests to add you as a friend.]

Postscript: Mo Fang, I didn't offend you, did I?

Lin Mo almost laughed out of anger when he saw the postscript.

This person really has absolutely no ACD knowledge.

Mo Fang could easily guess Qing Tian's current state: he desperately wanted to back down, but couldn't bring himself to do it, and was trying to find out what he was thinking.

That's ridiculously stupid.

"Some fools are given positions that don't match their intelligence; sooner or later, they'll fall from grace."

Lin Mo muttered something softly, neither agreeing nor rejecting, and with a swipe of his finger, he closed the notification window.

It's like cleaning up an irrelevant pop-up ad.

He bent down and glanced at the loot dropped by the boss.

Unfortunately, they still didn't release the War God set, and simply turned around and left.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is not to get angry, but to ignore them.

While Qingtian was still agonizing over his ridiculous pride, Lin Mo had already completely forgotten about him.

At this moment, the players of Wasteland Era were not paying any attention to the predicament of the Myth Guild.

All eyes were drawn to a brand new instance.

The Tomb of the God-King!

The first dungeon in Wasteland Era, which has just been released, is incredibly difficult, but the rewards are also insanely generous.

Although the chances of clearing the game are slim, that doesn't stop countless players from flocking to it with dreams of getting rich overnight.

After all, there are no restrictions on the number of times or level you can enter the God King's Tomb.

Even just killing a few mini-bosses or clearing out a few waves of elite monsters can yield top-tier items.

Just then, the world chat channel was suddenly flooded with a message.

[World] Call Me the Lucky One: "【Frostbite Leggings】For Sale! Freshly made B-grade War God set piece! Price included! Highest bidder wins! Only one available, so act fast!"

The moment this message was released, the entire world channel exploded.

[World] Passerby A: "Holy crap! Someone actually got the War God set?!"

[World] A man as swift as the wind: "Brother, don't sell it! It's much better for you to use it yourself!"

[World] Call Me the Lucky One: "Smells good! I can barely afford the repair costs! I'm broke, all I want is to cash out!"

Soon, people started making offers.

[World] Little Tycoon: "50 Source Crystals! Sell them to me!"

[World] Mysterious Buyer (The Person Hiding Information): "100 million."

[World] Little Tycoon: "...Boss, do as you please."

The price climbed steadily, from one million to three million, and then to five million. Each jump sent shivers down the spines of countless ordinary players.

When a player with the ID "Jin Buhuan" shouted out a high price of "eight million", the world chat fell into a brief silence.

Immediately following was an even more frenzied barrage of criticism and discussion.

"They're insane! They're all insane! Just a leg armor, and they're charging eight million source crystals?"

"The guy upstairs doesn't know anything! This is the War God Set! A B-grade Origin Weapon! If you can collect a whole set, killing monsters above your level is a piece of cake!"

Just when everyone thought eight million was an astronomical price, another offer came in.

[World] Mysterious Buyer: "Ten million."

A simple 1, followed by a string of zeros.

The world channel was in an uproar.

"Ten million... do you mean Source Crystals? Not Happy Beans, right?"

"Damn! I've been playing Blue Star Online for so many years, and I'm not even sure if I have tens of thousands of dollars in my account. Wasteland Era has taught me a harsh lesson. It turns out I'm not only poor in real life, but I am poor here too."

"That's incredibly stupid. If it were me, I'd keep it myself. This is a magical artifact that generates continuous profits! Selling it is like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!"

"Are you stupid? The big shots are all in need right now, that's why it's so expensive. Once everyone has it, it'll be worthless! Sell it now and use the resources to improve yourself, that's the key!"

"Worthless? This is the first time I've ever heard of a B-grade source soldier being worthless. You must be living in a dream."

Countless people were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, arguing fiercely over a piece of equipment they couldn't afford at all.

The mysterious buyer who offered ten million remained silent after making the bid, seemingly an uninvolved deity amidst the clamor on the world channels.

Ten million crystals.

This number, like a mountain, weighs heavily on the hearts of all players.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions...ten millions..." A player in the safe zone counted on his fingers: "Damn, seven zeros! How many years would I have to grind bricks to earn that?"

"There are so many rich people in this world, why can't there be one more like me?!"

One player's wail was particularly loud in the safe zone, but it was instantly drowned out by countless similar complaints.

The entire public channel of Wasteland Era was now filled with a lemon-flavored carnival.

Lin Mo leaned against the windowsill, quietly watching all of this.

The clamor of the world channel, every word like a triumphant song, poured into his ears.

That B-grade equipment was just a small stone he casually tossed out from the dungeon drops, yet it stirred up the enormous waves he had envisioned in the sea of ​​players.

very nice.

The muddy waters have only just begun to stir.

Just then, a sparrow appeared out of nowhere and landed lightly on his shoulder.

I don't quite understand, what's the point of what you're doing?

The sparrow's chirping was flat and emotionless, but its confusion was obvious.

What you lack isn't Source Crystals, but revenue.

The sparrow tilted its little head, as if trying to retrieve the core logic.

Now, all materials dropped by monsters that die in the dungeon will ultimately end up in your pocket.

[But don't forget, the cost is ultimately borne by the players themselves. These players are constantly depleting their Source Crystals. If they lose their spending power, our general store won't have any revenue. What benefit does that bring you?]

This analysis is incisive and hits the nail on the head, getting straight to the heart of the problem.

Lin Mo smiled and reached out to tease the sparrow's feathers.

"Who says there are no benefits?"

Lin Mo moved very quietly, and the sparrow did not dodge.

Lin Mo continued, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable certainty: "Help me launch an event."

"A server-wide event."