Apocalypse Gachapon - Chapter 1966: Weakness is a sin (3)

On the second floor of the shop, four people sat around a table, each with a bottle of liquor in front of them, and four dishes on the table.

The three Order Leaders of the Star-Eye Clan—Cheng Liujin, White Robe, Ye Zhongming—plus Jie Su, who hadn’t left yet.

The four had been drinking for a while; most of the liquor in the bottles was gone. This strongest liquor in the universe, made all four feel very satisfied.

“I still have to thank Zhongming. Even within my clan, I’ve only drunk this liquor twice,” Jie Su said.

The bodies of Evolved were all superhuman-like. Ordinary liquor simply couldn’t give them that tipsy feeling. To address this, people created various kinds of beverages with extremely high alcohol content.

This liquor was one of them. Because of its good taste, lack of side effects, slight benefit in improving body strength, and the advantage of being quickly broken down by the body, it became a famous product, with a market price as high as 500 Moonspan Gold. It was an out-and-out luxury item.

Even major races couldn’t casually drink this stuff.

“We made money, so naturally we should celebrate.”

Ye Zhongming took a sip, somewhat recalling the feeling from his school days when he went out for meals and drinks with his dorm friends.

Hearing him say this, Cheng Liujin was the first to put down his glass.

“It’s just hard on you.”

Today, Jie Su and Ye Zhongming worked together to resolve a crisis, sparing the Star-Eye Clan from potential chaos, and also built the shop’s reputation. It was expected that business would be very good in the future.

Ye Zhongming waved his hand. “I made money. Right now, who among you is richer than I am?”

Looking at the smiling Ye Zhongming, the other three fell somewhat silent.

Indeed, through this auction, both the Star-Eye Clan and Ye Zhongming obtained substantial funds, especially the latter, whose income far exceeded the clan’s. It could be said that in terms of personal wealth, he should be among the richest group in Dark Strip City.

But the price paid also felt too great for the other three.

Red Condensation grade equipment! Seven pieces!

Such things were originally rare and hard to come by. Losing one piece was already significant, but to unexpectedly lose all seven…

The over three hundred thousand looked like a lot, but could one buy seven pieces of Red Condensation grade equipment with this money?

This couldn’t be simply answered with a yes or no. It depended on luck, on fate. If luck wasn’t extremely good, it was basically unlikely to gather a complete set within five years.

Ye Zhongming was currently the lowest in cultivation among the four. With seven pieces of Red Condensation-grade equipment, his strength would have increased significantly. Now, having lost them all at once, the danger factor for this Bronze Order Leader, who was about to leave the Star-Eye Clan for the Library Palace, greatly increased.

“I still think it’s a pity. Perhaps if we had fought then, everything would have been resolved,” White Robe said, taking a large gulp of liquor, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

“Then we wouldn’t be drinking now; we’d probably be defending against enemy attacks in the castle,” Ye Zhongming patted White Robe’s shoulder and suddenly stood up.

“Come, let’s have a drink together.”

Ye Zhongming clinked his bottle with the others.

“Don’t be so unhappy. What’s the big deal? They’re just a few pieces of Red Condensation grade equipment. Ask Jie Su, does his Su Race even regard such equipment highly? I estimate they have many Lie God grade pieces in their clan!”

Jie Su directly rolled his eyes.

The Su Race was indeed one of the three major factions, a leading race. But the Su Race and the races surrounding it were not ‘trunk’ races. Most of them had no ambition to compete for supremacy and were rarely types skilled in business, manufacturing, or other such work. They certainly didn’t have extremely powerful armies. It could be said that the races led by the Su Race simply couldn’t compare to the other two factions in terms of strength and financial resources.

Even the Su Race itself actually lived quite frugally. Their tendency to pick and choose when to lay out defensive arrays for others led them to lose over 80% of their money-making opportunities.

Red Condensation grade equipment wasn’t commonplace for the Su Race either; it was also very good. As for the Lie God grade… as far as Jie Su knew, the clan only had one piece.

“If Lie God grade equipment really existed in such quantities that a race could have many pieces, as you said, how could it still be called the top-tier equipment? Even among the Reina Star people and the Huo’er Star people, having one or two pieces is already very rare. And the Taros Red Dwarves themselves probably have an inventory of no more than five pieces of such equipment.”

Jie Su shook his head and spoke slowly.

“Oh? So precious?” Ye Zhongming asked with great interest.

The highest-level equipment he could currently access was Red Condensation grade. After a period of research, he had many gains. In Ye Zhongming’s view, if he wanted to manufacture equipment of this grade himself, it might still take some time, but he could absolutely do it.

But he hadn’t seen other, higher-grade equipment and was very curious.

“Of course!”

This time, it was Cheng Liujin who answered him.

“Since the day Lie God grade equipment was born, fewer than one hundred pieces have ever appeared. After so many years of battle, only about ten pieces remain now. Of course, it’s unclear if any more survive in secret, but the number is absolutely small.”

Jie Su added, “To manufacture such equipment, even in the most prosperous era of the Taros Red Dwarves, only two people mastered the complete skills, with a success rate of around ten percent. In other eras, at most only one person could manufacture it, and in some eras, there wasn’t even a single person who could produce one.”

“For example, now, as far as I know, no one among the Taros Red Dwarves has learned to forge equipment of this grade yet.”

So difficult? Ye Zhongming’s heart was stirred.

Even mastering all the techniques yielded a success rate of only around 10%. No wonder Lie God grade equipment was so rare.

Just imagine those countless priceless materials, needing ten sets to produce one piece. Merely this consumption was probably something even the fabulously wealthy Taros Red Dwarves couldn’t bear.

“So, brother, the clan should thank you. You bore the loss yourself and resolved a crisis for the clan.”

Cheng Liujin was a bit drunk and was even calling Ye Zhongming ‘brother’.

Ye Zhongming drank the last mouthful of liquor, and his expression gradually returned to its usual calmness.

“To put it bluntly, weakness is the original sin. If we were strong enough, today’s events wouldn’t have happened.”

“Right! Weakness is the original sin.”

“So, we must atone for the sin.”

The few looked at each other and saw the spark leaping in each other’s eyes.

Almost simultaneously, they raised their liquor bottles together, regardless of whether there was any liquor left inside, and clinked them together loudly.

“Let us, then, cast aside the original sin. Let us cleanse this ugly universe, whether with clear water, or with… blood!”