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Ask the transmigrators what they fear.

Apart from powerful extraterrestrial beings, internally, everyone is most afraid of Fang Hao.

He alone shoulders the heavy responsibility of sustaining the entire region’s population, and the recent instances of him selling equipment are counted in the tens of thousands.

In the previous event, Li Teng, considering himself a heaven-sent messenger, challenged Fang Hao.

But within less than half an hour, Fang Hao chopped off his head and posted the picture in the local channel.

Everyone who provokes Fang Hao in an attempt to assert themselves is punished. Nobody wants to, nor would they dare to provoke this killer.

Who knows when he might come to their territory and chop off their heads.

Xu Yang feels the same.

When he sees Fang Hao, he subconsciously thinks that Fang Hao is just like him.

That Fang Hao must have relied on other races to come here, and in their recent conversation, he was disdainful and sarcastic.

Thinking about it now, he regretted and wished he could slap his own mouth. Why couldn’t he just chat properly instead of talking nonsense?

Having barely found protection under the Trolls and getting some time of safety, he had now offended Fang Hao, this star of disaster.

At the bar, Fang Hao checked his identity as per the Goblin’s requirements.

A letter with the Eye of the Tower seal, and a blueprint were given to Fang Hao. The Goblin’s sharp voice said again, “Construct the Eye of Commerce building, complete three internal orders and you will pass the test to become an official member. You will receive instructions on what to do at that time.”

Fang Hao accepted the items, “Oh, alright. Thank you.”

After they moved aside, the people behind them came forward to handle their own business.

“Is it over already?” Fang Hao looked at the two items in his hands.

“It’s not complicated, it just needs someone who understands the process.” Mr. Ruer started to speak.

“Oh, right,” Fang Hao said.

Leaving the building, they returned to the street.

The couple who were kissing in the dark alley were gone, replaced by two different species exchanging emotions deep within the small alley.

“Mr. Ruer, what is the test that the Goblin mentioned?” On the way back, Fang Hao asked again.

Once Mr. Ruer is gone, he would have no idea where to ask him about it.

“It’s not difficult to understand, as after building the Trade Alliance’s building, there will be a week-long probationary period. During this period if you can complete three orders, it essentially means you have passed the test,” Mr. Ruer explained.

“What’s the use? By being a member, aren’t I just selling items outright? Setting up a test doesn’t seem to serve much purpose,” Fang Hao asked.

“You can consider it an ability, three orders in a week, which is the basic requirement. If you can’t even fulfill that, there is no point in joining the Trade Alliance,” Mr. Ruer explained.

The Eye of Commerce is more like a platform, providing a convenient method of transaction for all members who join.

Displaying the wares to all forces who have built markets before the eyes.

And if you wish to join the Trade Alliance, you should have a stable source of goods. Whether it’s selling weapons, equipment, blueprints or tools, you should ensure a steady source.

Saving for half a year to sell once, the Trade Alliance would not allow you to take up space.

Apart from the admission test, there is still a monthly quota to reach, and failure to do so will result in membership cancellation.

“Oh, I see.”

The group chatted while walking, stopping again in front of a building.

It was a two-story Stone Tower with a sign bearing the Eye of Commercial Alliance’s symbol hanging at the door.

“This is the Trade Alliance’s location. Here, you will understand the importance of Warfire Coins,” Mr. Ruer said, leading the way and pushing open the door.

The door opened, and a bustling noise filled their ears.

It was like stepping into a pub, with people filling the seats, discussing on their own.

“New face, huh?” a voice called out.

It was only when a Goblin climbed onto a high stool with effort that Fang Hao noticed his figure.

“Ah, just joined,” Fang Hao replied.

Mr. Ruer sat down, seemingly letting Fang Hao familiarise himself with the environment here.

“Alright, joining the Trade Alliance would be beneficial to you humans too.” The goblin poured himself a glass of orange fruit wine and spoke.

Everyone looking at Fang Hao, clean and white, assumed he was from the human faction.

“May I see the goods? I heard there are quite a few good things here.” Fang Hao asked directly.

The goblin scoffed and corrected, “Remember, they are the best stuff….”

With a tap underneath the bar counter, the cabinet behind him instantly opened, revealing an array of items.

The goblin gave a confident look, raised his glass of wine to his lips, about to take a sip while boasting about the merchandise here.

However, he noticed some compartments did not open.

The drinking action paused slightly, and with a couple of taps on the buttons above the counter, there was still no reaction.

Frowning, he asked, “Kid, which faction are you from? The compartments for humans and elves aren’t opening for you.”

“Undead.”

Clang

The wine glass fell to the ground.

The goblin bent down to pick up his cup, while Fang Hao examined the items on the counter.

They included weapons, tools, skill scrolls, potions, and a wide range of other items.

Fang Hao could not afford them, but he was just there to broaden his horizons.

[Demon Dragon Potion] selling price: 4.5 million Warfire Coins.

(Description: Changes the constitution, significantly enhancing the magical power of the body)

[Lover’s Greedy Potion] selling price: 5.2 million Warfire Coins.

(Description: Reduces body sensitivity, prolongs endurance.)

[Design Blueprint of the Starfire Gun (Orange)] selling price: 6 million Warfire Coins.

(Description: A firearm designed by a Dwarven master.)

[Viscera jar (Orange)] selling price: 9.22 million

(Description: In the event of unit death, a toxic plague erupts from the corpse.)

[Blood Cup (Crimson)] selling price: 15.5 million Warfire Coins

(Description: A cup that overflows with fresh blood. Drinking the blood from the cup enables the drinker to possess the blood owner’s ability for a certain period.)

[… (Orange)] selling price:…

Each item is worth a fortune.

Each one was worth more than a million.

Included were dragon armors and various orange equipment designs that Fang Hao coveted.

No wonder, upon his arrival, Ruer had mentioned the importance of currency.

The goblin also picked up his fallen wine glass from the ground, climbed back onto his stool, and smoothed his hair.

“What do you think, see anything you like?” asked the goblin.

“I like everything, just that I have no money.” Fang Hao patted his pocket.

“Hahaha!” The goblin roared in laughter,” You will have money in the future, everyone joins the Trade Alliance to make money.”

“How do I get those factions to display their merchandise?” Fang Hao pointed to the unopened compartments.

“Influence, hardly any factions welcome the Undead. You need a higher influence to get those compartments to open.” The goblin explained leisurely.

Goblins don’t like the Undead, especially the stench of death that emanates from them.

If it wasn’t Fang Hao who came but Ruer, this goblin probably wouldn’t have explained so much.

“Alright, what if these are sold out?” Fang Hao asked further.

“These goods are all supplied by top factions within the region, the goods get updated once a month. If you see anything you like, you’d better work hard to make money this month, because you never know when they’ll appear next time.” The goblin took out a silk handkerchief, wiped the fallen glass, and refilled it with wine.

“What if, I said if, there are bad guys who come to loot directly? Wouldn’t that be a windfall?” A question suddenly popped up in Fang Hao’s mind.

“Not to mention whether those people can find this place, even if they could, wouldn’t they have already pillaged if they dared? This continent is never short of greedy fools.”

“You’re right..”