I Save The World In A Doomsday Text Game Chapter 327-1: Life of a Disciple, Plain and Dull (1)

The ti for free chatting passed minute by minute.

At first, Deng Shouyan was still speaking up from ti to ti, but as the offering ritual drew near, he could not help growing anxious.

“Why is nothing sold yet?”

He waited desperately for ga notifications, hoping the items he had listed would sell soon so that once he obtained the Spirit Essence, he could shine brightly in the offering ritual.

Because the ti interval since the last offering ritual was extrely short, the Spirit Essence he had collected from his underlings this ti had only just broken into five digits, which was truly pitifully small.

In previous quarterly offering rituals, he could at least scrape together more than one hundred thousand, and sotis even two or three hundred thousand.

Seeing that the offering ritual was about to begin while his equipnt and items still had not sold, Deng Shouyan felt the proxy agent position grow further and further away from him.

“There are only fifteen minutes left until the ritual starts. Damn it, why is no one buying my equipnt?!”

At this mont, not only was his ntality beginning to shift, but even the atmosphere in the Council Chamber chat was quietly changing.

[…]

[Arsonist: Have you guys noticed that over the past two days, a lot of equipnt has appeared in every channel of the Book of Trade, causing prices to drop a bit…]

[Martial Artist: Yeah. If it were any other ti, I might have gone wild and bought stuff to update my equipnt. But the offering ritual is about to start, so I can only suppress my restless heart… Sigh, what a great chance to buy things at a discount. How co no one is buying anything?]

[Heavy Gunner: I noticed it too. So equipnt has been reduced in price several tis in a row and still has not sold. That is really puzzling.]

[Blade-Wielding Guard: According to economic theory, the sudden, continuous price drops have stirred up a wait-and-see sentint. This wait-and-see sentint makes apostles adopt a ‘let just watch a bit longer’ ntality, causing sales volu to fall rather than rise and leading to ongoing weakness at the terminal.]

[Therefore, at this ti, you have to stop lowering prices and instead raise them in the opposite direction to stimulate consumption growth…]

[Singer: Makes sense! But I am not the one selling equipnt, so what does it have to do with ? Yeah, you all keep chatting, I am going to the bathroom.]

[Weaver: There are still a bit more than ten minutes before the eting starts. I am going to lurk for a while. You all continue.]

[Wall-Breaker: Sa here.]

[…]

Deng Shouyan suddenly noticed that the number of people in the chat list had dropped. Quite a few people had left the Council Chamber.

He reacted at once and hurriedly left the Disciple Sanctum, returning to the library.

“Those idiots are not seriously following that Blade-Wielding Guard’s so-called economic theory, are they? Heh, you guys go ahead and raise your prices. While you raise them, I will keep lowering mine. I refuse to believe I cannot sell them.”

Deng Shouyan opened the Book of Trade.

The Book of Trade would rank items priced below the suggested price at the front. What appeared before his eyes were still those familiar pieces of equipnt priced slightly below the suggested price.

Only now their prices had changed again. Instead of rising, they had dropped further.

Deng Shouyan froze. A few items had already been reduced to rock-bottom prices that made his heart itch. If not for needing to stockpile Spirit Essence for the offering ritual, he would not have been able to stop himself from buying them.

While he was distracted for just an instant, those rock-bottom pieces of equipnt vanished, clearly having been sold.

Deng Shouyan understood imdiately. So-called economic theory his ass. The prices just had not been slashed hard enough.

Once equipnt was sold at rock-bottom, the profit margin in between far exceeded the Book of Trade’s handling fee, making it profitable. Even if the equipnt was not suitable, soone would buy it, relist it, and slowly sell it again to make a small profit.

Gritting his teeth, he painfully lowered his prices once more, marking them all down to rock-bottom.

Very soon, ga transaction notifications appeared.

[Your Knight Kite Shield (Rare grade equipnt) has been sold. After deducting the handling fee, you have obtained Spirit Essence: 28,500]

[Your Snake-Pattern Chainmail (Rare grade equipnt) has been sold. After deducting the handling fee, you have obtained Spirit Essence: 19,000]

[Your…]

[You…]

Deng Shouyan’s heart was filled with mixed feelings. He was pained, yet also sowhat happy. He was happy, yet there was a vague sadness.

Watching the equipnt he had painstakingly accumulated get sold off at low prices, the feeling inside was indescribable.

“There is no turning back now! I have to win that proxy agent position!”

He quickly returned to the Disciple Sanctum and entered Council Chamber No. 12.

By now, the offering ritual was about to begin. Text kept flooding the chat list. Most people, whose equipnt still had not sold, were being sarcastic and sour, while a small number of people seed to have gathered enough Spirit Essence and were already talking about things related to proxy agents.

Now full of confidence, Deng Shouyan also began tossing out slick talk in the chatroom while Lord Cain had yet to arrive in the chamber.

The apostles had no idea that Lord Cain had already been in the Council Chamber for a long ti, happily watching their ssages.

He had even secretly arranged two shills to keep fanning the flas and leading them on.

[The offering ritual officially begins!]

Deng Shouyan’s spirit jolted and he imdiately braced himself.

Even though the offering ritual had already started, the free-chat window did not disappear.

However, this was everyone’s first ti participating in Lord Cain’s offering ritual, and no one dared speak recklessly in front of the Disciple Lord.

[Two black-robed figures appear behind the host dais. The voice beneath the robes spreads through the entire Council Chamber.]

[Cain: Opening the gate to the New World requires your devout offerings.]

[Cain: This offering ritual will also be conducted in an open, nad format. My assistant beside , Arsonist, will record your offering amounts throughout the process.]

[The accumulated offering amount has always been the unchanging standard for determining the order in which one enters the New World Gate.]

[In order to welco the advent of the New World as soon as possible, I ask that each of you contribute your share of strength.]

Deng Shouyan had already participated in many offering rituals and could recite the conventional opening speech with his eyes closed.

Just from the ritual’s opening remarks, it was impossible to judge the character of his new superior, Lord Cain.

He looked at the balance of his savings. Most of his items had already been sold, and his funds had just broken into six digits.

This number could not compare with his usual offering amounts, but it was already the limit of what he could do.

[Arsonist: Next, we will follow the order of seat numbers to begin the offering ritual…]

[First offering participant: Martial Artist!]

[…]

[Apostle Martial Artist has donated 21,500 points of Spirit Essence.]

[Martial Artist: Respected Lord Cain, my single devout heart can be witnessed by the sun and moon, but the interval since the last offering ritual was too short, and this subordinate is truly powerless…]

[Cain: I see that you are powerless.]

Sowhere in Jiangnan Province, Martial Artist stared wide-eyed at the text, screaming in his heart: “Lord, I am powerless. It is powerless, not that I am useless…”

He hurriedly typed a long string of text, trying to explain himself to the Lord.

[Martial Artist: Lord, I…]

[Cain: Next.]

Before Martial Artist’s text even finished displaying, he was rcilessly muted. He fell into a daze, knowing that he would probably never sit in a proxy agent seat in this lifeti.

Deng Shouyan’s heart skipped a beat.

To be honest, Martial Artist’s Spirit Essence offering was not that small. Of course, compared to the usual minimum of one hundred thousand for offerings, it was indeed rather unsightly.

But considering the ti issue, such a situation was understandable. If he himself had not sold his equipnt, his offering amount would not even compare to Martial Artist’s.

“This Lord Cain does not seem to be the soft-hearted type…”

Deng Shouyan could not help recalling rumors. According to reliable information, there had been a total of 23 people competing alongside Lord Cain in the Disciple selection.

Aside from the two who had withdrawn and fled midway, not a single one of the remaining candidates had survived. All of them had been killed by Lord Cain!

“Truly ruthless and terrifying!”

Deng Shouyan began to speculate about Lord Cain’s temperant. Based on the current situation, his superior was undoubtedly a big shot who governed his forces with an iron fist and cold-blooded cruelty.

Although Martial Artist had offered little Spirit Essence, he was the first to offer, which caused his alias to suddenly rise to the very top of the list, followed by the words ‘Offering: 21,500 Spirit Essence.’

For a ti, the free-chat channel beca a smoky ss.

[XXX: This is my first ti seeing soone with just over twenty thousand Spirit Essence beco the top-ranked participant. Martial Artist, you’re really giving face to our Jiangnan Province!]

[XXX: Facing Disciple Lord Cain of the Sanctum, how could you bring yourself to offer just twenty thousand Spirit Essence? If I were you, I would find a block of tofu and smash myself to death.]

[XXX: If you have no Spirit Essence, then sell your equipnt. How dare you call that an act of devotion? Bah!]

[…]

Confident in his own ample Spirit Essence, Deng Shouyan also joined the chorus of denunciation, trying to draw Lord Cain’s attention.