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nTranslator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

nA hole the size of a fist appeared where the runic toilet bowl was.

nLooking down, it was several meters deep.

nIt should have flowed into the bottom. Klein opened the creation page again.

nHe selected the exquisite Magic Cup. After a moment of creation, a long object appeared in his hand.

nThe interior was soft and spongy. He would first create one, and if it sold well, he would create more.

nKlein couldn’t help but think that if this thing was a runic device, like adding a fire rune, wouldn’t it have its own heating function?

nJust thinking about it made him excited.

nOpening the trade channel, Klein’s Magic Cup’s demand this time was any six runes or alternatively any rune plus six sponges.

nThe price was slightly higher. After all, he was the only one selling them.

nIn addition, he predicted that the number of runes would increase today. For example, someone would receive their salary this month, and their blood would rush to their head. They might really spend on impulse.

nHeading to the next catacomb, Klein arrived in front of the earthen wall that led to the underground Treant tribe.

nAs usual, he checked the prompt to see that there was a silver treasure chest and some resources in the catacomb in front of him.

nThis place has just experienced a crushing massacre, and the Zombie Jackal pack has just been crushed by the Treant tribe. It isn’t a good time to enter.

nThe underground Treants are in a rage.

nSure enough, Klein curled his lips after reading the prompt and dug a tunnel first.

nAt the same time, the magic cup that Klein had put on display had already attracted the attention of the entire channel.

nIn fact, the runic bow and arrow that had been put on display had already attracted the attention of most people. Everyone was trying their best to gather the runes as soon as possible.

n“F**k, it really is a magic cup. I didn’t expect a big shot to actually sell such an immoral thing!”

n“Is a magic cup an immoral thing? The bigshot also has good intentions. He brought us benefits with the great dream of freeing your hands, but you still don’t appreciate it!”

n“Who has that kind of magazine? I’m going to buy one. Don’t misunderstand, I don’t want to buy a magic cup!”

nWhen everyone found out the truth, they were all stunned. There were also some people who were eager to make a move.

nFive minutes later, system notification: Magic Cup-1

nSystem notification: Transaction completed. Sponge 6, Rune 1.

nKlein was quietly waiting in front of the black hole when the notification that the transaction was completed came.

n‘So fast?’

nKlein really didn’t expect it to sell so well.

nTo this end, Klein made a few more magic cups. A minute passed, and five more magic cups appeared on the trade channel. The price remained the same.

nThe notifications from the catacomb in front had changed. Klein exited the trade channel and stepped into the black hole with his Firestorm Saber. The next catacomb was the tribe of the Treants.

nKlein came in front of the 44th catacomb. The moment he entered, he immediately smelled the lingering smell of rotting corpses.

nIt was very familiar. It came from a Zombie Jackal!

nLooking up, the ground more than 20 meters away was filled with rubble. He could vaguely tell that it came from a Zombie Jackal.

nThe entire catacomb was about 30 meters deep. This was the largest catacomb that Klein had ever excavated. There were many plants on the ground, and they were lush and verdant everywhere. It was a world of difference from the other catacombs.

nFor a moment, Klein thought that he had arrived at a paradise.

nBut the next moment, a thought popped up in his mind. He really wanted to collect all the plants on the ground. As a player, he couldn’t help but think of the yellow race.

nSince they were treemen, it meant that they loved nature and plants. It was best not to act rashly, or else they might not be able to exchange for the fruit. Klein suppressed his pig-like impulse.

nKlein looked at a thick tree.

nAlthough they tried their best to disguise themselves as harmless trees, their bark and branches were stained with the blood of Zombie Jackals. Klein knew that they were observing him, so he had to remain calm.

nLittle Fox and Little Wind followed behind Klein. Suddenly, Klein stopped in his tracks. An old tree in front of him suddenly revealed a face. It had a face in the middle of the tree trunk, and its eyes were wide open with anger. It was filled with dignity and strangeness. “You are the companion of that Beast..” Beast referred to the Zombie Jackals.

nTreants used the common language of the catacombs world.

n“Not really.”

nKlein pointed at the minced meat on the ground and laughed. “I’m a hunter chasing after them. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

n“Don’t listen to him and tear up this damned intruder. I just fell asleep, and he’s here to disturb us again.”

n“Yes, don’t let him go. This fellow must be lying!”

nMore and more Treants appeared in all directions, densely packed.

n“If he is let go, he is just a passer-by. There was no need to kill the innocent.”

n“Since he was here to kill the Zombie Jackals, they are friends.”

nThere were also some kind-hearted crypt treemen who helped the Klein people get out of the way. The first Treant to speak frowned and hesitated.

n“Are you guys really going to tear us apart?”

nKlein was expressionless as he brandished the Firestorm Saber in his hand.

nBoom!

nA whirlwind-like flame surrounded the blade. The high temperature forced the approaching Treants to dodge in horror.

nThere was an instinctive fear for their life.

nIf it was an ordinary flame, the Treants would be able to deal with it. At most, it would only burn a few leaves.

nThe Firestorm Saber, together with the high temperature flames that Klein himself released, could devour their lives!

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