mijobooks Chapter 925 Buying and Selling
Chapter 925 Buying and Selling
Lin Qiye stopped in his tracks.
He recognized the person.
On the ancestral planet, the man sitting on the golden throne told him about the origin of the universe in a superior manner.
The man now sits at the entrance to the prison cell, his face pale, holding a broken bronze sword.
The blade was full of nicks and rust.
He no longer resembled a great emperor at all.
Lin Qiye didn't have many feelings. He was just confirming one thing: in this place, no matter what your previous status was, it's all the same once you enter.
When Kefa saw Lin Qiye walking over, he quickly stood up.
His movements were a bit hasty, which aggravated his internal injuries, causing his lips to twitch.
"Fellow villager."
His voice carried a deliberate enthusiasm.
"You're amazing."
"I've been here for millennia, and I've never seen a newcomer defeat a high-ranking deacon."
"Help me. We come from the same universe; we can support each other."
Lin Qiye looked at him but didn't reply immediately.
His expression was indifferent.
Kefa, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the silence, added, "I mean, we can join forces. You're not familiar with this place, but I've been here for ten thousand years and know a lot."
Lin Qiye remained silent.
He glanced at Kefa.
Then the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
It wasn't a friendly smile.
It's a curve that carries a hint of coolness.
"You didn't say anything when you came."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.
"You pointed out the path. You led the way. After we landed in the arena, you grabbed a broken sword and left. Not a single useful piece of advice."
Kefa's expression changed.
"Now that I've won, you're going to support each other?"
Kefa opened his mouth, as if to explain something.
But Lin Qiye didn't give him a chance.
"I'm really not familiar with this place right now."
"But it hasn't come to the point where I need your help yet."
He withdrew his gaze, gripped the iron plaque, walked past Kefa, and headed deeper into the passage.
Kefa stood there, his face alternating between pale and flushed.
Lin Qiye did not turn around.
But he was thinking about one thing.
He's still not clear about the situation in this world, so he won't do anything to Kefa for the time being.
But that's about it.
There is no trust.
Cooperation? Forget about it.
A single cell is indeed better than the dormitory-style bunk below.
Stone bed.
Wooden table.
An oil lamp.
A small piece of dark red crystal was embedded in the wall, emitting a faint warmth.
Lin Qiye sat down by the stone bed and placed the iron plate on the table.
He picked up the metal plate on the table and examined it.
His number was engraved on the front, and a simplified diagram of the arena was engraved on the back.
The map marks several areas: the arena, the training area, the trading area, and the living quarters.
A few small characters are engraved next to the trading area.
"Exchange with gladiatorial coins."
He recalled what the senior deacon had said.
Weapons, techniques, and cultivation resources can all be exchanged for gladiator coins.
But where do gladiatorial coins come from?
The game. You get paid for each win. Winning streaks have bonuses.
He needs to go to the trading area first to see what's worth buying.
He now has a general idea of what to do.
Lin Qiye stood up and pushed open the cell door.
The corridor was quiet. A faint murmur of noise drifted from afar, coming from the direction of the stands and passing through several layers of walls, but it was indistinct. Torches burned on the walls, occasionally crackling.
He walked along the route. He encountered several gladiators, some shirtless revealing their scarred bodies, others wearing tattered leather armor; some were human, others of other races. They glanced at him, but no one approached to speak.
The trading area is easy to find. Walk to the end of the passage, go down one floor, and pass through an archway.
The trading area was located on the first floor of the arena, near the bottom of the stands, in a spacious hall.
Several rows of stone tables were set up in the hall, displaying all sorts of items. Behind each table sat a manager, some keeping accounts, others arranging goods. The hall was quite crowded; some were looking at the goods, others were asking about prices.
Lin Qiye walked along the stone platform.
Weapons were displayed on the outer platform, swords, spears, and halberds arranged neatly, their blades gleaming coldly in the firelight. Next to them stood a wooden sign that read the price of the weapons: Bronze Cosmic Equipment, 150 Gladiator Coins.
Further inside were protective gear, tattered armor supported by frames, the plates engraved with intricate patterns. A wooden sign next to it read: Silver Cosmic Equipment, 400 Gladiator Coins.
Passing through the area of weapons and protective gear, he saw some strangely shaped objects on a stone platform ahead: unidentified metal blocks, bone fragments gleaming with an eerie light, and dark red liquid sealed within transparent stone. He had never seen these things before, nor did he stop to examine them closely.
Continuing forward, at the end of the hall, there is a stone wall covered with inscriptions listing the prices of various cultivation techniques and resources.
"The Origin Tempering Chapter", 120 Gladiator Coins.
"Daoji", 560 jiaodou coins.
"Chaos Refining Technique", 800 Gladiator Coins.
"The True Meaning of Immortality", 1,300 gladiatorial coins.
He roughly understood the situation, withdrew his gaze, and turned to walk back.
As he passed through the middle of the hall, he saw several women dressed in gray standing in an open space. Each of them had a black metal ring around their neck, with a thin chain attached to the ring, the other end of which was held by a guard. Next to them stood a sign with prices listed.
He glanced at the price tag.
Ten thousand, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand.
The cheapest one is priced at 12,000, but the special price is 6,600.
Some of the women had their heads down, while others stared unfocused ahead. Only one person stood in the front row, head held high, meeting his gaze with a deliberately upright expression.
Her price tag read: 100,000.
Lin Qiye glanced at her, but didn't stop and walked straight over.
He walked to the very edge, to the cheapest woman.
She kept her head down, her face obscured, her thin frame hidden beneath her pale gray dress. She didn't look up at him, nor did she flinch; she simply stood there, like a motionless statue.
Lin Qiye glanced at the guard.
"What's going on?"
The guard came over and flipped through the nameplate hanging next to him.
"Original price 12,000, special price 6,600 Gladiator Coins. A sub-universe king-level prisoner of war, who was once a queen in her own universe, suffered a thousand consecutive defeats here, so she was disposed of."
Why is it so cheap?
"Having suffered defeats for a thousand years, their strength has long since vanished. Buying them wouldn't make them useful as gladiators. They'd only be good for odd jobs, hence the low price."
Lin Qiye glanced down at the woman.
She never looked up, nor did she offer any explanation. She was like someone who had already accepted her fate.
But he noticed that her hands, hanging at her sides, were clenched tightly.
"I want it."
He handed over the metal plaque. The steward took it and was about to swipe it when he suddenly paused, flipped it over, and glanced at the plaque.
"Are you a high-ranking butler?"
"Just won."
The manager's tone changed slightly.
"Senior deacons are entitled to a 50% discount when purchasing prisoners of war, according to regulations."
"Original price 6,600, discounted price 3,300 gladiatorial coins."
The manager took out a small control device from under the counter and pressed it against the black metal ring around the woman's neck. The ring made a very soft "click" sound.
"The control ring has been unlocked and re-bound to your name."