Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day

At the black market shop, Luo Aiman, who was reading a magazine with a pink face, suddenly looked up, and the color on his face gradually returned to gold.

"Why do I suddenly feel a little uneasy, like there’s some malice approaching my shop?"

Adjusting the scholar’s cap on his round head with a tentacle, Luo Aiman chuckled to himself: "There’s nothing in this area that can threaten my existence. That kid earlier must have scared me a bit, just overthinking..."

Just then, a young man with a buzz cut walked into the shop through a newly opened door of light.

Upon seeing Luo Aiman, Phoenix Mountain first looked puzzled, then seemed to remember something, and pointed at him, exclaiming: "Kill... Killecturer!?"

"Killecturer?"

Luo Aiman was dumbfounded upon hearing the name and routinely explained: "This customer must have mistaken me for someone else. I am Luo Aiman, the owner of this small black market shop.

You can call me Shopkeeper Luo or Boss Luo."

Phoenix Mountain took a closer look, nodded, and said: "Indeed, Killecturer is a bit cuter than you."

Luo Aiman: "???"

Why are today’s customers even less likable than the last one?

Should I ignore the system rules and just bite him to death?

Forget it, forget it; harmony leads to wealth. As a high-tier creature, it’s not worth getting angry over such trivial matters.

Calming himself, Luo Aiman began to introduce the shop’s rules: "Every customer has three trading opportunities in this shop.

Before each transaction, the customer must present an item of equivalent value to what they wish to trade for.

Rest assured, no matter how precious the item you want to trade for, as long as it follows the rules and can be found within the Matrix, this shop can meet your needs.

Now...

Let’s start the first trade."

Just as Li Zheng said.

Phoenix Mountain thought to himself, but there was one thing he couldn’t understand: "Speaking of which, as a shop, shouldn’t the products be displayed first? Why do customers have to display their assets here first?"

This was a question Li Zheng had also wanted to ask, but at the time, Luo Aiman’s mood seemed sour, so he didn’t mention it.

With two tentacles waving in a wavy pattern, Luo Aiman patiently explained: "There are too many products, and our shop is too small to fit them all.

Most importantly, a lot of self-important fools used to come here, asking for Divine Artifacts, and when I brought them out, they couldn’t afford them.

So, to prevent people from wasting my time like that, this unwritten rule was established."

"I see."

Phoenix Mountain nodded, stopped questioning, and raised his hand to produce a small mountain of Black Iron Blood materials, asking: "So, Shopkeeper Luo, could these materials be exchanged for Bronze Level blood materials?"

"Another one trading for blood materials?"

Luo Aiman squinted his eyes, tossing a tablet to Phoenix Mountain: "The list of items is here. You can conduct transactions directly on it. The price is one hundred to one."

"Okay, please wait a moment, Shopkeeper Luo." Phoenix Mountain caught the tablet and took out a materials list given by Li Zheng, operating according to the required quantities.

"This guy definitely knows that former player!" Luo Aiman thought as he noticed the familiar materials list, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"I’m done with the transaction."

Phoenix Mountain was quick. The Black Iron Blood disappeared, replaced by a much smaller quantity of Bronze Level blood.

"Hmm."

Luo Aiman checked his stock and found that not much was used up in this transaction, feeling quite content.

Still leaving me with plenty of stock, saving me the trouble of restocking.

He continued: "Let’s proceed to the second trade."

Phoenix Mountain put away the Bronze Level blood materials and then took out other types of Bronze Materials, pointing and asking: "I wonder if these could be traded for Silver Level material ’Valok’s Eye’?"

Valok’s Eye, the main transaction target on this trip to the black market. According to Li Zheng, the more the better, to satisfy all players on channel 879.

Luo Aiman extended a tentacle into the pile of materials, searched through them, nodded after estimating their value: "Yes, but the total value of your materials here can only get you thirty-five pieces. Confirm the trade?" freeweɓnøvel.com

"Only thirty-five pieces?"

Phoenix Mountain frowned. What he just brought out would fill a capsule house to the brim, yet it only exchanged for thirty-five Valok’s Eyes?

That’s too expensive.

"Oh ho ho ho..."

Luo Aiman let out a strange laugh, then said: "Does it feel pricey? Once you hear the following information, you won’t think so.

Because the Valok race was wiped out three hundred years ago, aside from this shop, you won’t find such a large number of eyes anywhere else in the Matrix.

You should have heard the phrase ’rarity increases value’.

As for who wiped out the Valok race...

It’s this shopkeeper!"

"This... wiped out a whole race?"

Phoenix Mountain shivered inside; he was actually trading with such a cruel guy?

Oh no, oh no, he might have offended him with his reckless words earlier.

What to do now?

Maybe I should kneel and sing a song of surrender?

Luo Aiman saw him tense up and waved his tentacles nonchalantly: "Don’t be nervous; that’s all in the past. Now, this shopkeeper runs a small store and operates by the rules, so there’s no need to worry about personal vendettas."

Not nervous?

How is that possible?!

If one day you’re in a bad mood and decide to stroll around, exterminating all human players, what then?!

Relax, relax, just avoid offending him again, and everything should be alright.

Phoenix Mountain comforted himself in his heart, his attitude unknowingly becoming much more respectful: "Please wait a moment, I still have some materials I haven’t taken out."

"Go ahead, time is the one thing I don’t lack."

Instantly after saying this, Luo Aiman wished he could smack himself.

Not long ago, after those words, that kid nearly cleared out all of his rare Black Iron Level blood materials. Now, saying them again might mean trouble for Valok’s Eyes...

The Valok race is extinct; they are unlike other Black Iron Level creatures.

If those things get depleted, he could still wander out for a while, waste a bit of time and restock.

But if Valok’s Eyes run out, he wouldn’t even have a channel to restock!

Just as expected, after Luo Aiman finished saying this, the young man in front began relentlessly throwing out items.

In no time, the value of the materials for trading had increased more than tenfold.

At this moment, Luo Aiman’s face turned an embarrassed shade of blue-purple, wishing he could go back three hundred years and whip his past self for exterminating the Valok race.

Back then, he foolishly believed in the marketing ploy he heard—that the race’s eyes had various uses—and went on a killing spree, wiping them out completely.

Later, he realized it was all just marketing tactics...

When people said these things, it was mainly to promote sales, not to acquire them.

Poor him, thinking he would profit, eagerly ran to wipe out the unfortunate Valok race, ending up with a thousand eyes no one wanted...

Now look what happened; just when he didn’t want to sell in bulk, along came a customer even more reckless than his past self, on the verge of emptying his stock.

With all the transaction sheets emptied, a massive mountain of materials piled up beside Phoenix Mountain, the value increasing over thirty times, enough to buy out all a thousand Valok’s Eyes!

"Shopkeeper Luo, how many eyes can all these materials exchange for?"

Luo Aiman: "..."

I take back what I said about you being a normal customer!

What is wrong with you customers today? How does your mind even work?

Twisted beyond belief!

Amassing so much of a single material, are you planning to use it for a barbecue? You’ll burst from overeating!