Amidst Fang Senyan's furious shouting, the Goblin Gold Mine looked over with an expression of utter heartbreak. () A sudden, ominous premonition surged through Fang Senyan's heart, freezing him instantly.

Immediately, the Nightmare Imprint chimed in with a warning: “Warning: Your servant, the Goblin Elder Who Lost His Memory, has suffered a massive drop in loyalty!!” “Warning: Based on your Charm value of 2 points, your servant’s loyalty to you is 80 points, which is in the danger zone.” “Warning: Based on your Charm value of 2 points, your servant’s loyalty to you is 75 points, which is in the danger zone.” “Please raise their loyalty above 100 points within the twenty-four-hour grace period, or this servant may flee within the next twenty-four hours.” “Damn it!” Fang Senyan cried out as if stabbed multiple times, frantically scrambling to gather the scattered cola bottles and trash he had kicked everywhere, piling them neatly. Seeing the water boil over the brick stove, he quickly found a broken bowl and refilled it.

Incredibly, even after completing these tasks, the damned loyalty score showed no improvement. He gritted his teeth and grudgingly spent one thousand Universal Points—the Goblin’s greatest weakness.

Mr. Goblin Gold Mine’s loyalty finally hit rock bottom and rebounded, allowing him to resume sleeping soundly, hugging a tattered burlap sack, humming a tune, and crossing his legs.

Fang Senyan let out a long, deep sigh, wiping a cold sweat from his brow. He dared only to sneak into a corner, weeping silently as he lamented: “What servant is this!

I’m the servant, he’s my grandfather!” Fang Senyan walked toward the nearby table through clenched teeth, but suddenly saw the Gold Mine blink an eyelid. Immediately, the Goblin plastered a fake smile on his face.

Unexpectedly, the greasy man scratched his nostril, seemingly dreaming of something pleasant, and continued sleeping even more sweetly, grinning so wide his teeth showed. Fang Senyan breathed a sigh of relief and began reading the messages that had accumulated from various sources.

Before leaving the space, Fang Senyan had rented a display stall in the trading plaza, which must have caught many eyes. It seemed the contractors near the space hadn't established direct connections with those in the real world, so messages were the only method available.

Fang Senyan now read through these communications: “Hey, buddy, your stuff is good. 1500 Universal Points is a fair price.” “I think my light-blue trinket would suit you well, though you’d need to throw in some extra cash.” “Bro, I’m a little short this week.

Can I get some credit?” “Son of a bitch, I’m the boss of the Mocha Gang. Hand over that stuff if you know what’s good for you.” “……..” After finishing these utterly ridiculous messages, Fang Senyan regretfully realized he hadn't received any genuinely useful information.

It seemed face-to-face trading was still the preferred method. However, he had explicitly written down the time and location for his next appearance while setting up the display, so some people were likely waiting.

Just as Fang Senyan prepared to hurry off to set up his stall again, he suddenly noticed a ragged paper package lying on the table, wrapped in wrinkled notebook paper that had already been written on by a student. As Fang Senyan reached to unwrap it, he immediately received a notification: “Poison discovered: Black Shaman Toxin Powder.

This is a malicious new technique mastered by Hertzrul Bloodmark, who combined simple Black Shamanism with plant derivatives. This Black Shaman Toxin is smeared onto weapons, and every time it inflicts damage on an enemy, it also applies a toxic effect lasting 15 seconds, erupting every three seconds, for a total damage of 9~18 points.

(Varies based on enemy resistance).” “Usage: Coats your weapon with the Black Shaman Toxin effect. Each successful hit has a 50% chance to infect the enemy with the Black Shaman Toxin.

Duration: 30 minutes. This package contains three uses of the poison.” “Warning: Each tick of the Black Shaman Toxin damage has a chance to critically strike!” “Warning: The final interpretation rights for this description belong to David Beckham!” “Warning: This poison belongs to the Goblin Gold Mine Who Lost His Memory.

Any attempt to take possession of it will be deemed theft.” Fang Senyan’s eyes immediately lit up as he read this series of descriptions: “Huh? This thing looks pretty useful?” He looked around furtively, then suddenly had an evil stroke of inspiration.

He wickedly stuffed the package of poison into his clothes and nervously waited for a prompt from the Nightmare Space. After several minutes passed with no incident, Fang Senyan covered his mouth and burst into maniacal laughter: “It’s just like I thought!

I am his owner! His things are my things!

So taking my own things isn't stealing!” Filled with the immense joy of having gotten something for free, Fang Senyan quietly slipped out the door, instantly feeling relieved. Even if the Goblin Gold Mine woke up and discovered his item missing, it wouldn't matter.

Fang Senyan now understood that his servant was incredibly cunning; measuring him purely by loyalty was unreliable. Therefore, he had to use methods that also seemed unreliable to control the Goblin.

As long as he played the rogue, claiming he was the victim of a break-in—as long as he wasn't caught red-handed—he could probably just keep this packet of poison. When Fang Senyan arrived at the trading plaza, he found the area quite noisy.

Many contractors were cursing things like “damn green-skinned shorty,” “shameless profiteer,” and “bastard wearing a red neckerchief.” Fang Senyan, bewildered, made inquiries. The victims all pulled out a packet of items that looked exactly like the one Fang Senyan had just stolen from the table!

Fang Senyan’s heart skipped a beat. Upon closer inspection, they were all packets of Black Shaman Toxin Powder!

However, the description on this powder had an extra line: "There is a 5% chance of activation when this medicine is applied to a weapon." The manufacturer had shamelessly scribbled the percentage sign a few extra times, making it look like 50%. Furthermore, the final word, 'description,' was written so sloppily it was barely visible...

No wonder so many people had been tricked. Fang Senyan maintained a calm exterior, but inwardly he was wailing, “What kind of ancestor did I drag back from the space...” He simultaneously resolved that unless absolutely necessary, he would never reveal his connection to that Goblin Gold Mine.

His mind raced, but his hands kept moving as he laid out all the items he could sell to continue his display. Evidently, several people had been waiting there.

As soon as they saw Fang Senyan set up shop, they swarmed him. Previously, Fang Senyan had only projected a 3D image; now that they could inspect the physical objects, it was naturally much better.

The most eye-catching item among Fang Senyan's offerings was undoubtedly the black-grade weapon: the Giant Ogre's Femur. This wasn't because other contractors hadn't looted black-grade weapons before, but under the current team-mode operations promoted by the space, such weapons were guaranteed hot commodities, usually kept internally and never put up for sale.

When these contractors saw the unidentified black item below it—a thick roll of leather—most assumed Fang Senyan was a lucky soul who had scored a team loot drop. Thus, they competed to drive down the price, hoping to grab a bargain.

But Fang Senyan was no pushover. He was counting on this loot to make a killing and fatten his meager purse.

There was no way he would yield easily, so he deployed a set of responses. To those wanting to buy for cabbage prices, Fang Senyan had one word: "Scram." To those whose offers were slightly more reasonable but still aimed at undercutting, Fang Senyan responded with one sentence: "Bye." Dealing with these invasive, fly-like individuals for too long gave Fang Senyan a headache.

He decided on a strategy of fixed, non-negotiable pricing for simplicity. He immediately slapped an exorbitant price tag of 50,000 Universal Points on the black weapon, the Giant Ogre's Femur, using this figure to make it clear to all the profiteers: he wasn't a sucker, and he intended to treat the buyers as suckers.

Amidst a flurry of disappointed curses, his bustling stall emptied out to near desertion in less than ten seconds. However, Fang Senyan didn't care.

After all, the Giant Ogre's Femur not only possessed terrifying attack power but also an active, ranged area-of-effect control ability! This compensated for the user’s shortcomings and made it an extremely rare commodity; he wasn't worried about it not selling.

Driving away the foolish bargain-hunters simply cleared the space for those genuinely interested in purchasing it. Not long after, a figure cloaked in a long greatcoat approached.

He had a hoarse voice, icy eyes, and wore a black mask over his face. He said to Fang Senyan with great seriousness: “Show me that piece of leather you mentioned.

The physical item.” As Fang Senyan approached the figure, he felt a chilling cold wash over him. He readily produced the “Unidentified Item: A Roll of Thick Leather” for inspection.

The figure glanced at it without showing any change in expression, then stated flatly: “I can appraise this item, but my fee isn't low.” Fang Senyan’s head immediately began to ache upon hearing this. His current economic situation was already in deficit; where would he find the money to appraise it?

He shook his head directly. The contractor paused in surprise: “You won't appraise it?” Fang Senyan couldn't be bothered to explain—he certainly couldn't admit he was so broke that mice were running out of his pockets.

He calmly waved his hand, using body language to give a clear reply. The contractor was stunned, then after a brief moment of hesitation, he conceded: “Alright, I can lower the price then.

Three thousand Universal Points, just three thousand Universal Points.”