There's a skull dungeon attached to my basement

When faced with such a situation, one can only accept their bad luck. In reality, with patience and time, after waiting for a period and allowing the players to figure out this newly opened, super-large war, the prices of consumables will gradually return to normal.

But how should I put it? Xiao Yang, who could barely connect online for one day every seven days, was precisely lacking time and patience. What could he do? He could only grit his teeth and bear it.

Time suddenly became pressing. Xiao Yang had to act quickly, otherwise, the prices of these enhancement potions might climb another level.

Without hesitation, Xiao Yang first swept away all the Light Feather and Hard Skin potions from the mushroom man's stall, and then he rushed around the Heavens Trading Zone non-stop.

The spirit coins in his hand disappeared like snowflakes. Of course, the Heavens Trading Zone could definitely supply the sixty-five bottles of Light Feather and eighty-five bottles of Hard Skin that Xiao Yang needed; it could supply such a small amount of potions.

But Xiao Yang's wallet couldn't afford it! The idea of charging the Godly Game so that Little Bone could also walk out of the dungeon was shattered. Things indeed turned out as Xiao Yang had expected.

In this Heavens Trading Zone, various potions, weapons, skills, and defensive equipment began to rise in price significantly. At the same time, various materials and useless trinkets saw their prices drop.

After spending two million, Xiao Yang collected enough Light Feather potions to push his agility to the limit, but he was still a little short on Hard Skin. Adhering to the principle that being specialized in one thing is better than being mediocre in everything, Xiao Yang chose to max out his agility first when he realized he was destined not to be able to max out both agility and defense.

Mainly because high agility could also take over some of the functions of defense, and when facing the unknown monster he had created by being reckless and the new level of the dungeon, maxing out agility would allow him to run away faster. After all, he didn't have resurrection scrolls. Running away when things went wrong was much more cost-effective than standing there as a living target.

The potions he had were enough to max out his agility and raise his defense to fourteen points without any equipment bonuses. And then, then this trip to the Heavens Trading Zone ended just like that.

All the spirit coins were used up, so there was nothing else he could do. Without immediately choosing to return, Xiao Yang found a corner in the Heavens Trading Zone and squatted down.

It was obvious that because of the opening of the new super-large war, the Heavens Trading Zone suddenly became busy. Of course, all of this had nothing to do with him. If the other Godly Game players were online game players, then Xiao Yang was more inclined towards being a local area network or single-player gamer. He simply couldn't participate in those messy wars; he was destined to grind in dungeons honestly.

Amidst the busy scene, Little Bone suddenly emerged from the shadows. This little guy didn't really understand much else, but it had developed such a habit: it would sit quietly next to Xiao Yang when he set up his stall and grab a corner of Xiao Yang's clothes, acting as Xiao Yang's signboard skeleton for his business plan.

But now Xiao Yang wasn't setting up a stall. Suddenly, his palm landed on the little guy's head, and he let out a sigh of emotion.

"Little Bone! We're still too poor!"

At the same time, just as Xiao Yang was squatting in a corner of the Heavens Trading Zone, watching the busy figures of the other players, in the center of the Heavens Trading Zone, there were many buildings with different styles.

Of course, the Heavens Trading Zone was not just a scattered gathering of players. In fact, this was just a side effect of it. More often, it existed as a place for the lords of various planes or large player gangs to sell various specialties and goods, and as a super consumption place.

Of course, Xiao Yang had never been to such a core area, for a very realistic reason: it cost extra money! The Godly Game's greed for money was not a joke, and he also didn't need to wander around the central area, because it was either full of various extremely expensive and indescribable romantic places, or super shops where the lords of various planes sold bulk commodities, with prices ranging from tens of millions of spirit coins, or various customized measures.

In short, don't come here without spirit coins.

As he muttered, each time he uttered a phrase and dropped a word, the greed on Ming Xuanzi's face grew even more prosperous. Finally, he dropped a qualifier.

"At least a medium-sized or larger skeleton-type instance and dungeon?"

Suddenly, a few more traces of greed appeared on Ming Xuanzi's face.

An instance dungeon that constantly refreshed monsters and produced various materials and weapons was truly an extremely precious thing, especially for large player forces.

Obviously, Xuan Mingzi was completely moved at this time, but how would he break through the Godly Game's protection of the player and the position of the plane behind the player?

He dismissed the black-robed Taoist in front of him, asking him to continue to盯着 Xiao Yang. The shop suddenly became quiet. Only a moment had passed, but Xuan Mingzi couldn't sit still anymore. He suddenly stood up, paced back and forth for a while, and then walked towards the depths of the shop.

Soon, Xuan Mingzi came to a blood-colored secret room. He knelt down to a strange, twisted statue made up of many eyes piled up randomly.

"Great Multi-Eyed Immortal! Your gaze can cross the barriers of time and space! … … … … ."

Not long after, Xuan Mingzi left the secret room. When he returned again, he had a pair of fresh eyeballs in his hand.

"There's still a month, just one more month and it will be done!"

After washing his hands and finishing all this, Xuan Mingzi said this to himself, as if he could do something after a month, but it was best to be faster.

A month might be a little too long.