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Chapter 105 Arrival (Part 1)

In Lynn's imagination, the materials for building energy core modules like the Abyss Furnace, even if not displayed piece by piece in exquisite containers, should be neatly stacked on a stall and shown to the public.

But when Lynn arrived at his destination, he saw a pile of blood-red sand that looked like a small mountain.

The blood-red sand that sinks into the river is essentially sand that has been deposited at the bottom of the Abyss Mother River for many years. From various notes and descriptions, we can learn that the Abyss Mother River is not like the small streams near my hometown, where people with slightly better swimming skills can swim down.

Even demons dare not venture too deep into the Abyss Mother River, for if they sink too deep, they are easily assimilated by the Abyss Mother River and become part of it again.

Lynn had thought that the River of Blood Sand would be hard to obtain, but seeing the scene before him, he realized he was wrong. He guessed that the demons also had their own ways of obtaining sand from the Abyss Mother River.

Several Soul-Snatching Demons stood beside the small hill of sediment from the River of Blood, with wolf-like heads, two straight, long horns on the back of their heads, four human-like fingers, and thick, sturdy hooves like pigs.

This soul-reaping demon is nearly six meters tall.

In other words, if it were standing on the road outside, it could see the residents on the second floor through the window simply by turning its head.

Based on the knowledge Lynn had crammed before setting off, he learned that in some human realms of certain planes, Soul Reapers are rumored to be messengers from hell who come to collect souls. Because of their enormous size and innate ability to snatch the souls of the weak, Soul Reapers have become known as hellish messengers in the mouths of many mortal realms.

Although many humans do not understand the difference between hell and the abyss, thus mistakenly believing that demons come from hell, it must be said that in terms of reputation, the demons in hell are indeed more adept at managing their fame than the demons in the abyss.

Some wizards have studied the abilities of Soul Hooks and summarized that they possess a talent: with each attack, they will perform a soul-stealing judgment. If the opponent's soul is far weaker than the Soul Hook's, or is in an extremely weak state, the Soul Hook will take the soul after the attack.

However, against enemies of the same level or not much weaker, this ability is somewhat useless, only causing a shock effect on the enemy's soul.

It is precisely because of this talent that allows them to prey on the weak that the Soul Hook Demon is only a mid-tier demon race among the abyssal demons.

Behind the Soul-Snatcher, behind the Blood Sand Mountain, sat a monster over ten meters tall, with a body as large as a small mountain.

The monster was almost as tall as the brute behind him.

Judging from its appearance, the monstrous demon sitting at the back seemed to be a fusion of countless insects and beasts, possessing a pair of extremely large, somewhat damaged bat wings on its back. Its crimson eyes flashed with a savage killing intent from time to time.

This should be a slaughter demon, a high-ranking demon known as a battlefield meat grinder.

The Crusaders are known for their unpredictable tempers. They revel in the pleasure of slaughtering and torturing their enemies, and they can devour powerful enemies, fusing their powerful limbs or organs into their own bodies. This high degree of fusion ability has made them popular among wizards, leading to a period of witch phobia among the Crusaders in the Abyss. It is said that an ancient Crusader once fused with the limbs of a god and reached the realm of the gods. Now, that Crusader has become a wizard's collectible.

Many apprentices went to trade before the River of Blood Sand was sold, and Lynn discovered that these demons selling the River of Blood Sand could actually trade it with magic stones.

After secretly inquiring, Lynn learned that they sold River Blood Sand for 100 magic stones per 100 kg.

The amount of River Blood Sand needed to build an Abyss Furnace is 3000-4000 kg, and the amount of Magic Stones needed is 3000-4000.

This price is very cost-effective, and Lynn isn't the only one who's interested.

Not far away, two wizard apprentices were exchanging ideas.

"So this is the material for the Abyss Furnace Energy Core, the most famous product of your Abyss Wizard Academy? There's so much of it."

"Cousin, you don't know this, do you? This Blood Sand of the Sunken River is actually sand that has been deposited at the bottom of the Abyss Mother River for many years. The Abyss Mother River runs through the entire Abyss, and the sand inside is practically endless," said the younger male apprentice beside her.

"So many! I'll buy some River Sinking Blood Sand to make an Abyss Forge."

"Cousin, you won't need it if you buy it," the male apprentice said helplessly.

"Why isn't it working? Does this Abyss Forge discriminate between people?"

"You guessed right. The Abyss Forge borrows energy from the Abyss, just like the Elemental Pool. If your identity isn't right, you won't be able to borrow energy from the Abyss even if you build it. If it were that easy, all this River Sand would have been looted long ago, and there would be plenty of wizards outside buying materials," the male apprentice said.

There is never a shortage of secondhand dealers in the market.

The queue was very long, and soon the people in front of them bought the River Blood Sand they wanted.

"Could you please translate the River of Blood Sand I purchased for 4000 magic stones?" Lynn said to the Brute Demon.

The brute force demon turned to negotiate with the soul-snatching demon, and the two demons quickly finished their negotiation.

Lynn took out the magic stone and handed it to the Brute Demon. The Brute Demon picked up a large iron shovel, dug hard into the blood sand of the sunken river, and then threw the dug-out blood sand onto the scale next to him, measured the weight of 4000kg, and handed it to Lynn.

Lynn put the River Blood Sand into his storage ring, and then took out a small broom to sweep all the sand and gravel around the scale into a bucket.

Seeing this, the Soul Reaper fell silent for a moment. The eyes of some wizard apprentices behind Lynn lit up. Why hadn't they thought of doing this before?

Lynn stood up without changing his expression.

Then he continued to stroll through the market with the brute force demon.

In addition to the current stalls, demons are constantly arriving from afar with goods.

The demons who came to the market all seemed to be quite well-behaved, which was completely different from the notoriously arrogant and chaotic demons in the rumors.

This scene was quite a contrast. Some wizards stood in front of the stalls, haggling with the demons. The demons were furious when they heard the wizards' outrageous prices. But they didn't dare to make a move in the market, so they argued and cursed at the wizards.

Lynn also found a stall and set up her own.

Lynn didn't put anything on the stall; instead, she wrote a sign.

"Can you write in demon language?" Lynn asked the Brute Demon.

The brute force demon's eyes widened; he hadn't been told he needed to be able to write before coming. He'd only been told he needed to be able to translate.

He rubbed his large hands together awkwardly, then shook his head in grievance, "I haven't learned it, I can only talk about it."

"fine."

Lynn comforted the Brute Demon, who looked like he wasn't good at studying, and he was just asking tentatively.

Then Lynn turned to look at the Burning Demon at the next stall.

"Can you write in demon language?"

The Burning Demon next door didn't answer, but simply spread its hands, revealing a pair of palms made of flames, and gave Lynn an innocent look.

"Pfft." The demon at the stall next door laughed.

"I can write in demon language. What would you like me to write for you?" Sitting at the next stall was a fly demon.

This fly demon has the head of a fly, a pair of transparent wings on its back, and many barbs growing at the joints of its slender arms.

However, it was dressed in a gorgeous and exquisite outfit, which was completely out of place with its brutal temperament. The fly demon's stall was filled with many bottles and jars, and unlike the crude items of the other demons around it, this fly demon seemed to have a certain level of culture.

"That would be troublesome. Could you please write a clause saying 'Weapons and armor can be crafted free of charge from materials'?" Lynn said to the Fly Demon.

"No big deal." The Fly Demon took out a charcoal pencil and wrote demonic words on Lynn's wooden board.

"You can make weapons and armor?" the Fly Demon asked.

Yes.

"What do you mean by 'post-processing' these materials? Do you need me to provide them?" the fly demon asked curiously. It was the first time it had heard of this business model—free processing of weapons and armor. How could this human possibly make a profit?

"That's right, free processing. I came to the Abyss to make friends. As for losses, there's no question of that. After all, my skills have been honed, and the leftover materials from making weapons and armor can offset the processing costs," Lynn smiled. "Judging from your appearance, you seem like a smart and cultured demon. Would you be interested in becoming my first customer?"

Having lived through that era, Lynn knew one thing: traffic is the key to monetization, and the same applies to business; a stable customer base is essential for making money! Lacking acquaintances, the best way to build a loyal following in the unfamiliar Abyss was through freebies—the allure of freebies is irresistible to all races. Besides, he wasn't losing money; the scraps from crafting weapons and armor more than covered the processing fees, though it might not seem as much as the advertised profit.

The Fly Demon seemed pleased to hear Lynn praise it as a cultured demon; this human certainly had good taste. "Sure," it said, "I was just about to forge a wand. Can you forge wands? I need one that can be used for spellcasting and also as a warhammer. It would be even better if the tip had more spikes."

It's not surprising that Fly Demons need to forge wands, as they are one of the few spellcaster races among demons. The only odd thing is the idea of ​​needing a wand that can be used as a warhammer.

Just as the man and the demon were talking, a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the sky.

The twilight sky suddenly turned blood red, as if it had become lower, and a suffocating atmosphere permeated the air.

"How is this possible!" The Fly Demon's enormous compound eyes were filled with shock.

The brute sitting behind Lynn couldn't wait to get up from the ground and look in the direction of the loud noise, his big hands clenched tightly.

(End of this chapter)