How Do We Play If This Boss Isn't Nerfed?

Chapter 228 - 138: Skill Acquired, A Million Credited

He didn’t know the market rates. Having someone take the lead was better than getting ripped off on his own.

「A short while later.」

Word got out, and a massive, boisterous crowd of merchants arrived.

It was as if the entire trading circle of the market had been stirred up.

While Zhang Fu didn’t openly wield the same power as a Hunter Gang leader like Chan Tianhao, he was a true powerhouse among this motley crew of merchants.

Soon, the group had gathered around the Galasha’s corpse, launching into a heated discussion and appraisal.

"This Scale Armor, tsk tsk... its hardness is comparable to a B-grade alloy. I can’t even imagine what it would be like made into inner armor!"

"And these claws! Sharper than refined steel. With a little polishing, they’d be a Divine Weapon!"

"Its sinews, its bones, and that energy gland on its throat... every part of it is a treasure!"

The group discussed how to butcher the massive corpse, calculating the maximum value for every single part.

「A few hours later.」

By the time Lin Ye returned to the temporary camp in the southern suburbs of the fallen district, a new string of digits had appeared in his bank account.

Staring at the long line of zeroes, even Lin Ye felt a considerable stir in his heart.

One million, one hundred and twenty thousand!

When Zhang Fu and the others finally finished their negotiations and quoted him that price, Lin Ye himself was stunned.

’Just a corpse, and it’s worth this much?’

As he was leaving, a beaming Zhang Fu pulled Lin Ye aside and spoke to him frankly.

"My friend, I’ll be straight with you. After we break down and process this corpse, we can flip it to the military or one of the big corporations and make at least a few hundred thousand more. But we’re taking on the risk, so this price is absolutely fair!"

In that moment, Lin Ye gained a whole new understanding of this world and the money-making potential of a truly powerful Martial Artist.

It turned out that if you were strong enough and dared to take risks...

...you really could make a fortune!

「Back at the temporary camp.」

Lin Ye found his assigned rest area and picked up his luggage.

He found a vacant shower room and took a long-overdue hot shower, washing away all the blood and exhaustion.

After changing into a loose, clean set of training clothes, Lin Ye felt much more comfortable.

Afterward, he took a casual stroll around the temporary camp.

Finding a simple canteen that looked reasonably clean, Lin Ye sat down, looked at the menu, and ordered one of every high-energy food item on it.

Soon, a mountain of food was piled on his table.

Lin Ye picked up his knife and fork and began to wolf it all down.

In the canteen, other young Martial Artists participating in the selection came and went, all eyeing this guy with the astonishing appetite.

"Holy shit, who is this dude? How can he eat so much?"

"What’s his rank? Ordering all that stuff must cost a ton of points, right? What a splurge!"

"Let me see his number..."

Soon, someone saw the clear number on the watch on Lin Ye’s wrist.

37.

「The next moment.」

The atmosphere in the entire canteen changed in an instant.

Everyone who saw that number looked as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

The chatter and discussions from a second ago vanished instantly.

All the previously curious gazes turned to ones of terror and fear.

"Hiss... It’s number 37!"

"Let’s go, let’s go! Don’t look him in the eye! We’re done for if he notices us!"

"Dammit, we ran into the number one guy!"

In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so remaining candidates in the canteen scattered like they were fleeing a plague, scrambling away until not a single one was left.

Of course, Lin Ye had no idea that his number, 37, had already become a taboo legend in the hearts of all the candidates.

The monster who had already locked down first place with an overwhelming point lead before the selection was even over.

Having eaten his fill, Lin Ye was about to leave.

A familiar figure appeared at the canteen entrance.

It was the major who had previously brought him to Linchuan.

"Lin Ye."

A slight smile on his face, the major proactively extended his right hand toward Lin Ye. His attitude was a complete reversal of the cold, business-like demeanor he’d had when they first met.

Lin Ye shook his hand.

"My name is Shi Ruifeng," the major introduced himself.

"I’ve come this time on Mr. Wang’s orders to invite you to speak with him."

"It’s about the upcoming Qiming General Star Training Camp you’ll be participating in."