Magic Farm 72

Chapter 72: The Magician Overflowing with Wealth

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: I tried out the Azure Sky Wings—they can be used as soon as you equip them, just need to get used to the speed.]

[I Love Survival Games: Do you have one yourself? A flying tool, I mean.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: I’m a melee swordsman. I don’t need it as much.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: But you’re a mage, mainly attacking from range and afraid of being approached. With this, whether for self-defense or increasing your damage, it’ll help a lot.]

So Shen Ben Wuxiang didn’t have one himself.

Such a flashy and powerful item, and after trying it out, he was still willing to give it away.

Shen Ben Wuxiang—a true friend.

Qi Yu didn’t bother with any polite refusals. In his view, if he gave a friend something, it meant he’d already decided to give it sincerely.

Any pointless courtesy or refusal was unnecessary.

He simply and quietly crafted ten energy towers, filled them to the brim with magic crystals, then took out fifty magic scrolls and sent them all to Shen Ben Wuxiang.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Big bro, are you trying to bankrupt yourself?]

Qi Yu couldn’t be bothered to argue this time and simply accepted the title of “big bro”:

[I Love Survival Games: Big bro is rich now.]

[I Love Survival Games: Next time you go hunting Riftwing Beasts or any other creatures, let me know in advance. I’ll get you more magic scrolls for protection.]

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Damn! The legacy I got said that mages are all rolling in wealth. Looks like the legacy didn’t lie to me!]

He happily accepted the gifts.

[Shen Ben Wuxiang: Thank you, brother!]

[I Love Survival Games: …No need.]

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Since his mind wasn’t working too well today, and his mana and mental strength hadn’t recovered, it was definitely not a good day to venture outside.

Qi Yu sat on the lazy sofa in the living room, opened the territory module, and checked on the status of his subjects.

With this temperature and the heavy rain, he was worried the plants might be affected.

Surprisingly, perhaps because most of them were magical or mutated plants, they were coping fairly well with the low temperatures.

Still, the lord module did provide a message:

[Prolonged low temperatures will affect plant growth speed.]

Back in Jindong City, Qi Yu had learned that in the world of the survival game, a season—just like in the apocalypse—lasted three months.

And now it was only the first month of spring.

Would the temperature warm up over the next two months, or would it keep dropping?

The rainbow pumpkin seeds he’d planted earlier had matured, yielding Rainbow Pumpkins x7.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet—one of each color, truly living up to the name “Rainbow Pumpkin.”

Qi Yu took out two pumpkins.

Each Rainbow Pumpkin was about forty centimeters in diameter; he picked a red one and a yellow one.

[Rainbow Pumpkin (Red): High-quality ingredient, best for stir-frying.]

[Rainbow Pumpkin (Yellow): High-quality ingredient, best for making soup.]

The other colors were also ingredients, but each had a different recommended cooking method.

Qi Yu checked them all and found that none were recommended to be eaten raw, so he simply packed them all up and sent them to Shen Ben Wuxiang.

He was perfectly aware of his own cooking skills—if it wasn’t something that could be eaten directly, it was better to leave it to his good friend.

No need to waste good food.

He opened the trading board.

After sleeping for several days, with the temperature in Star Forest dropping so much and the rain still falling, he wondered how the players in Region 01 were faring.

Sure enough, someone was selling raincoats on the trading board.

The seller’s ID was “Little Old Me.”

Qi Yu wanted to check the market prices, since he still had two thousand raincoats on hand.

[Plastic Raincoat x1. Trade items: Wood x200, Emerald Crystal x20.]

This was an automated trade.

“Little Old Me” also had another listing for plastic raincoats, but this one wasn’t automated—players with other valuable items could message him privately.

Qi Yu clicked into the details for “Plastic Raincoat” and confirmed it was the most basic kind, with no added features.

He paused for a moment, then opened the regional channel.

As expected, people in the channel were cursing, saying Little Old Me was basically robbing them.

Someone mentioned that earlier, someone had secretly been buying up plastic in bulk at low prices, clearing out all the plastic from the trading page. At the time, no one knew why, but now it was clear: someone from the Temple of the Gods must have foreseen the rain, deliberately emptied out the materials, and was now reselling them at high prices.

Others were cursing “My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s” and the Temple of the Gods for being two of a kind, saying it served them right that their number two spot had been overtaken.

Huh?

“My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s” lost their number two spot? By whom?

Qi Yu opened the rankings.

He saw that the combat power and shelter rankings still had “My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s” at number two, but the wealth ranking now had “Reaching for the Moon in the Ninth Heaven” in second place.

And on the combat power ranking, the Temple of the Gods’ player “I’m So Dominant” had dropped to fourth, with second and third now occupied by “Reaching for the Moon in the Ninth Heaven” and “Jiangnan Misty Traveler.”

Qi Yu remembered Brother Tu Mu mentioning that these two were twins, and their classes sounded cool—both were paladins.

The channel was a flurry of messages, but with his current mental strength, Qi Yu could quickly filter out the useful information and remember it all.

€€€€Even if his mind wasn’t working at its best right now.

A lot had happened in Region 01 over those four days.

A second player had obtained a Positioning Teleportation Scroll, and he was a member of the “Eternal Elegance” guild.

“Reaching for the Moon in the Ninth Heaven” bought it at a high price and tested it with his younger brother, “Jiangnan Graceful Traveler.” They found that if the player being visited refused, the one with the scroll couldn’t teleport to the other’s shelter at all.

And each Positioning Teleportation Scroll could only be used once—whether or not the other party accepted, it would be destroyed after use.

“Reaching for the Moon in the Ninth Heaven” made this information public.

With their worries gone, players started to make a fuss, and with the help of the Group Contract Scroll, many reclaimed their resources and left the Temple of the Gods.

Most of these players joined Eternal Elegance—€€€€the paladin class had made these twins incredibly popular.

Now, Eternal Elegance was poised to surpass the Temple of the Gods and become the top guild in Region 01.

With the loss of those players, and the resulting shift in power, “Reaching for the Moon in the Ninth Heaven” took second place on the wealth ranking.

Even though rewards for ranks two through ten were the same, for those involved, the difference was huge.

Qi Yu: So “My Fate Is Mine, Not Heaven’s” snapped and started using raincoats to rake in cash?

The temperature drop over those four days had been brutal.

After entering the survival game, players’ attributes had all improved to some extent.

When it was still nineteen degrees, they could tough it out with their enhanced bodies—even if they got drenched, a hot shower and a fire at home would fix things.

But now, at zero degrees, getting caught in the rain was too much, even for bodies strengthened by the game.

And it wasn’t possible to just stay indoors. Players used to rely on mutated beasts invading their shelters for a bit of meat, but after four days of rain, nearly all the mutated beasts had turned into swiftlets.

After all that effort, all they got was compressed water and useless feathers.

Exploring Star Forest for the daily treasure chest had become the main food source for many ordinary players.

But in this weather, going out without a raincoat was impossible.

There was another player on the trading board named “Grind King” selling straw rain capes, at one emerald crystal each.

Even though he’d said in the channel that in this kind of heavy rain, the straw capes couldn’t provide full protection, they still sold out instantly every time he listed them.

Qi Yu had been thinking about pricing, but seeing that, he matched the price.

He couldn’t undercut Grind King—it would make things hard for him.

He’d bought the raincoats in Jindong City for a song—one gold coin for ten raincoats, so reselling them was a tenfold profit.

But he wasn’t actually that interested in making money this way.

If he really needed money, he’d rather inscribe magic scrolls or sell the mutated plants he grew.

The former helped him refine his control over magic, and the latter brought him joy.

Trading was probably something more suited to businessmen like Brother Tu Mu.

Just as he was about to list them on the trading board, he remembered Brother Tu Mu’s class and messaged him privately.

[I Love Survival Games: I have 2,000 plastic raincoats. Go ahead and list them on the trading board.]

[I Love Survival Games: One emerald crystal each.]

[Brother Tu Mu: How many! Game master, is there anything you can’t do?]

[Brother Tu Mu: At this price, you’re a saint! Why not list them yourself?]

[I Love Survival Games: Isn’t your class able to profit from trading?]

Since he was going to sell them anyway, giving them to a friend meant he could benefit a little too.

That one message warmed Brother Tu Mu’s heart to the core.