Chapter 509: Chapter 509: I Want It All
“Host, low-level slaves are not worth anything in the universe!” Xiao Yi said.
“Really? On Earth, with billions of people, even if you add all the superpower users and Innate Martial Artists, the number of people who reach the Hidden Elenters level is just a few hundred thousand, right? Such a low ratio is already pretty rare!”
“That’s Earth for you,” Xiao Yi stated. “On your little broken planet, you haven’t even reached the minimum requirent for a Level 1 civilization. Even if your humans are captured as slaves, they’d only be given away as freebies; they wouldn’t even qualify to be sold for money!”
“That can’t be right?” Fang Jueyu was at a loss for words.
“Host, the life forms of most Level 1 civilizations are higher than Earth’s humans. Almost every citizen can beco a Hidden Elenter upon reaching adulthood. In other words, on a Level 1 civilization’s planet, almost anyone you pick is a Hidden Elenter!”
“If those Slave Traders conquered such a planet and purchased the entire system, they could have a new batch of Hidden Elenters as slaves every few decades. Do you think Hidden Elenter slaves are still valuable?”
“Well…” Fang Jueyu pondered deeply. A Level 2 civilization has hundreds of thousands of civilized planets. How many Level 2 civilizations are there in the universe? Above them, how many Level 3, Level 4, or even top-tier civilizations are there?
With this calculation, Hidden Elenter level slaves really are worthless. Only an isolated and backward planet like Earth would consider Hidden Elenters as treasures.
“Brother Fang, you’ve never been to a slave market, have you?” Natu could tell from Fang Jueyu’s look.
Fang Jueyu nodded.
“Hahaha, I was just like you the first ti I ca. How can human life be asured with money?” Natu asked rhetorically, then answered himself, “But you get used to it. The universe is just survival of the fittest, so whether it’s for yourself or your civilization, we all have to beco stronger.”
“Yeah!” Fang Jueyu could hardly imagine what would happen if his family didn’t have Xiao Yi, the intelligent system from a top civilization. If those alien civilizations invaded Earth, what kind of situation would unfold?
Probably, before long, they’d also be sold across the universe like these slaves, not even fetching the price of a single cosmic coin.
“Brother Natu, aren’t you going to buy a batch of slaves? Go ahead and take care of your business. I want to look around first!”
“Okay, sure!” Natu nodded. This was his main purpose for the trip. To save money, Natu might need to scour the entire black market, which would take quite a bit of ti.
Anyway, they’d each left their contact information, so eting up again after finishing business here was no rush.
“You go ahead and browse; I need to complete the task my old man gave . Dinner’s on tonight!” Natu said heartily.
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“Custor, are you interested in buying slaves?” The black market rchant noticed Fang Jueyu lingering for quite so ti and eagerly opened the trade topic.
They say clothes make the man, and a horse is judged by its saddle. The clothes Fang Jueyu wore were considered top-tier on Earth, but on this Level 4 civilization’s planet, they were just barely adequate for covering oneself. Even the lowest of the low wore better.
In this black market, there were pelts of those powerful creatures for sale. Fang Jueyu had spent millions of Mora coins to outfit himself in a decent wardrobe.
It must be said, these clothes were not only lightweight and comfortable but also extrely durable.
The black market rchant took one look at Fang Jueyu and assud he was soone who could afford to buy slaves.
“Oh, I’m just looking around,” Fang Jueyu replied. These Hidden Elenter level slaves were useless to him, mostly for manual labor. For most buyers, Source Energy User-level slaves were the most desirable.
Whether used as servants or bodyguards, Source Energy User slaves could handle most jobs and offered decent value for money.
“If you don’t like these Warhamr Clan slaves, you can look at others,” the slave trader pointed to the warehouse behind him, “I have many other races’ slaves in my warehouse.”
“Alright, take inside,” Fang Jueyu said. Although his goal wasn’t these low-level slaves, buying a few to take care of himself and those around him wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“Please, co in.” The slave rchant led Fang Jueyu into the warehouse behind him.
Calling it a warehouse, Fang Jueyu thought “dungeon” would be more appropriate. Each room was impeccably clean, without any odor, but quite small.
Each room held a few slaves, their expressions dull, sitting weakly on the floor. But as soon as the slave rchant entered, they beca instantly energetic.
The reason was simple. No custors would buy sickly slaves, and if they showed such a state, the slave rchant would cruelly abuse them after the custor left.
Among these slaves, the strongest were a few with Source Energy User-level abilities, far stronger than the slave rchant. But they all had slave control devices installed, so they had to comply, unable to resist.
“There are even won?” In one compartnt, Fang Jueyu found ten or so female slaves, their skin alabaster, figures slender, fitting perfectly with Earth’s aesthetic. Any one of them could easily outshine a popular starlet back on Earth.
Here, they could only be imprisoned like products waiting to be sold.
“You have a keen eye, custor! These are Snowfall Clan slaves. They can sing and dance. Only 5,000 Mora coins each. Perfect as house servants. If you want to do sothing else, they wouldn’t resist!” the slave rchant grinned wickedly.
“Damn, I’m here to buy slaves, not visit a brothel,” Fang Jueyu murmured to himself, but he couldn’t resist the pleading look in those Snowfall Clan maidens’ eyes.
“Ugh!” Fang Jueyu sighed. The dull slaves were one thing, but these Snowfall Clan slaves were quite spirited. “I’ll take all these Snowfall Clan slaves.”
“You want them all?” The slave rchant bead. These Snowfall Clan slaves were among the best he had.
“Two for laundry, two to cook, two for back massages, two for baths; is that not okay?” Fang Jueyu arranged the eight Snowfall Clan maidens effortlessly.
“Hehehe, respected custor, it’s your business how to use them; my apologies for speaking out of turn.” The transaction was complete, and Fang Jueyu received control chips for these slaves.
“The master seems pretty decent,” one Snowfall Clan maiden stole a glance at Fang Jueyu, then timidly stood behind him.
“Custor, I also have so other race’s female slaves, would you like to see them?”
“No, that’s enough,” Fang Jueyu, initially soft-hearted, knew if he continued, he’d turn into a trafficker, “But if you have any Divine-level slaves here, I’d be interested in buying a few!”
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