{Attention, attention. A buried person has been found in the eastern district.}
Waves of people, like scattered ant colonies across the earth, carry out rescues everywhere based on the distress signals they receive.
{Haotian Greenhouse Excavation Team, received.}
{Please inform the Qitian Greenhouse Search and Rescue Team of the specific coordinates.}
Before, many ordinary people in the Frequency-Lost Land didn’t know the existence of fame, or had heard of that kind of voice announcement from famous teams, but didn’t know what use it was.
But now they know!
Who doesn’t want to fly into the sky and become an immortal? The prerequisite is that you have to become famous.
Many teams, risking a 100% chance of falling ill, contact the train through Deputy Town Chief Zhu Yin, shuttling back and forth across the Frequency-Lost Land to save the distress calls emanating from all sides.
The biggest beneficiaries of this also emerged—medical suppliers represented by the –A Dong Pi Hen Duo Lin- pharmacy in Hub Town.
–Business… it’s really booming!-
In a small room, a youth of seventeen or eighteen suddenly straightened up from a pile of medicine boxes. –Woof woof!- A large spotted dog with a white coat and black patches also poked its head out from a stack of goods.
The youth tossed a pharmaceutical-type Lost-Mind Engine in his hand to the dog, and it caught it in one bite.
–This time it’s a hemostatic and blood-regenerating engine. Hmm, put it on Engine No. 2.-
–Woof.-
The spotted dog carried the engine in its mouth and dashed into the room at the back of the building. There, two ancient engines were embedded in the floor, resembling colossal, rustic locomotive heads. They were dark and dull, emitting wispy tendrils of mist, with a small recessed pit at their center.
Inside the pit, a shattered Forgetfulness Engine was already being shaken by a sieve-like base, causing it to break into ever smaller fragments that fell through.
The spotted dog loosened its grip and dropped the new Forgetfulness Engine into the pit.
Click! As if drawn by a magnet, it automatically rotated into position and snapped perfectly into the recess, becoming part of the large engine.
–Brother Bing! The big client’s cargo team is here again!-
A voice brimming with sheer delight called out from outside the shop. The moment it finished, a whistling wind sounded from outside.
At the sound, the big spotted dog barked eagerly twice, wagged its tail, and dashed out without a second thought.
Teacher Chen and Zuo Feixian stepped out through the wide-open train door. Spotting the dog bounding over and leaping up at them, Teacher Chen smiled and patted its head affectionately.
–Good dog, good dog! Hey, hey, hey… no licking, no licking! Get away, you silly thing!-
–Runrun, come here.-
The young man darted out, his face beaming with joy.
Teacher Chen, dressed in a linen-plaid matte casual suit, walked up with a smile and extended his hand. –Boss Bing, we’re here to stock up again. Are the new goods ready?-
–The shop’s production capacity is literally smoking.-
Then the shopkeeper saw a young man with a lean face and a composed demeanor step down from the carriage, followed by several others emerging from behind.
–Teacher Chen, and this gentleman is?-
–My name is Li Mi.-
The slender young man turned sideways, raised his arm, and pointed to three large boxes inside the carriage, introducing:
–I heard your shop needs a large quantity of drugs that haven’t yet been Enightmare-ized. These are some of the drugs we collected from our city, all on the orders of Mr. Yang Zicang.-
–Good heavens, such big boxes—that must have taken a lot of effort.-
–Yes, this is the result of three teams dispatched over two days of collection.-
–Only two days! That’s fast.-
The young shopkeeper looked slightly surprised; it seemed this was the kind of efficiency only the leading team in City 41 could pull off.
Li Mi smiled. This was his first time entering the legendary Hub Town, and he carried a heavy responsibility.
He glanced around at the somewhat quiet shops. The businesses here dealt in custom clothing, weapon forging, old appliance repair, and Enightmare modularization.
At that moment, the idle shop owners and employees, seeing the eerie, shadowy phantom train pull up, gathered around.
To produce an item, the Lost Thought Engine doesn’t have to use only non-Enightmare-ized materials as raw materials. It can also use a small portion of materials produced by other Lost Thought Engines, though as the amount increases, the yield rate drops.
–Xiao Bing, how about we lend a hand with the production?-
A few surrounding shop owners chimed in, their voices eager.
–If the medicine sits too long, it might Enightmare-ify. Let’s all pitch in and help produce it.-
If all this was turned into medicine, the output would be hundreds of times greater. These past two days, the Lost Frequency Land is desperate for medicine—whether for treating the wounded or selling it, both fame and fortune could skyrocket!
Enightmare-ification is indeed a problem.
Bing Zixian was about to say something, but then noticed Zuo Feixian pointing at the lid of the box.
–Open it.-
Following Zuo Feixian’s gesture, everyone’s gaze shifted to the box.
Bing Zixian pushed the hand holding the lid, and it flipped open completely, revealing a pattern of golden threads on its surface.
–What is this?-
Everyone stared at the golden thread lines on the lid.
Li Mi said calmly, –This magic pattern was once obtained by a strongman from our city. Its primary function is to prevent items stored in the box from rapidly Enightmare-ifying. So as long as you keep the lid closed, even if you don’t immediately use these medicines as raw materials to produce medicine-type Forgotten Engines, it won’t hinder long-term storage. It doesn’t even require magic crystals for energy, because it automatically draws energy from heaven and earth to sustain its operation.-
–What!-
The crowd erupted in uproar.
–Hmm…- Li Mi stroked his chin. –The ‘shelf life’ for stored items to remain non-Enightmare-ified should be at least around a year or so.-
–This is a treasure!-
Everyone gasped in amazement; some people’s threads had already been refracted outward. Others suddenly clutched their heads and nearly collapsed to the ground—a reflex from desperately trying to memorize the magic pattern’s circuits.
–Boss Bing, these three chests are for you.-
–F-for me?-
–Yes, including all the medicinal raw materials inside. If you supply the Lost Mind Moxel yourself, you’ll earn more Chronos than any other large shop in Hub Town does in over a year. This is a gift from Mr. Yang Zicang, to thank you for your help these past two days.-
And to show off our strength.
Li Mi silently added in his mind.
Bing Zixian instinctively glanced back at the stacks of medicine cartons piled like mountains inside his shop.
Without the drug orders from the Enightmare subway and the big client’s freight team, there was no way he could have produced and sold such a vast range of products in just two or three days.
And he wasn’t the only shop that took this order over the past two days—overall, he was just a small merchant handling peripheral drug production.
–This… this is too generous. I’ve already earned more than enough these two days.-
Teacher Chen patted the young man’s shoulder and said with a familiar grin:
–Look, for sales we have our big client’s freight team and the superstar train, for raw materials we have the powerhouse team from City 41. In the future…-
Bing Zixian took a deep breath, feeling a chill shoot through his head.
This… this was the rhythm of a jackpot streak. A suspicion formed in his mind.
After basking in the envious stares of the crowd for a few seconds, the shop owner, who called himself Bing Zixian, met Li Mi and Teacher Chen’s eyes and said:
–Are there any conditions?-
–There certainly are. We want some shares.-
He took out a list and handed it over. As several heads craned to look, Bing Zixian made out the handwriting on it.
–…City 41… the ‘Monster Hunter Faction Headquarters’ holds fifteen percent of the shares and is responsible for supplying the raw materials and preservation of the drug engine?-
The young man looked up at Li Mi, the representative of City 41. The other nodded. His mouth felt a little dry.
–‘Lost Frequency Land — Big Party A Freight Team’ holds sixteen percent of the shares and is responsible for sales.-
He turned to Teacher Chen beside him; she let out an –hmph.-
The young man continued to the last sentence.
–The remaining eighteen percent… goes to… Miss Mu Xiaoyu of City 41?-
He and the people around him looked up at Li Mi in astonishment.
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