At their current rate of spreading the information, it’s estimated that by six days, at most, only a few million people will be inford… But this number is far too small to make a difference.
Thinking of this, Colin began to prepare to release information. He had a red na, which ant his na couldn’t be hidden when posting information, and his ssages would appear in every survivor’s information bar, uniquely marked to “warn” all survivors. Combined with his large following, his words could instantly create a “topic” on the world channel, potentially sweeping away the prevailing negativity and changing the current atmosphere.
Of course, the cost of having a red na ant he couldn’t purchase the world channel speaker, so he could truly only post one ssage per day, each requiring carefully edited content. But compared to the vast benefits these “restrictions” brought, if not for the looming sanction, Colin might have suspected this was the system giving him a special advantage.
Soon, the frequency of pessimistic ssages in the chat channel noticeably decreased because a ssage appeared before everyone’s eyes.
The red-text ssage was from… Colin!
“To address the disaster in six days, I will provide a small amount of help as best I can.
“First, the blood upgrade formula: 【1 ml of Ordinary Tainted Blood 300 ml of Foul Tainted Blood = 101 ml of Ordinary Tainted Blood, burns for three hours, illuminating an area of approximately 300 square ters, recomnded for groups of 14-17.】
“I will sell ‘Ordinary Tainted Blood’ in large quantities and long-term at a ratio of 1 Ordinary: 5 Foul.
“Additionally, 【1 ml of Rare Tainted Blood 300 ml of Ordinary Tainted Blood = 101 ml of Rare Tainted Blood, burns for six hours, illuminating an area of approximately 700 square ters, recomnded for groups of 14-32.】
“The price for ‘100 ml of Rare Tainted Blood’ is (1,000 ml of Ordinary Tainted Blood 10 Fog Points). Choose according to your needs and capabilities.
“Second, I am freely releasing blueprints for war chariots, floating islands, underground fortresses, and Level 3 territories.
“The formula for Level 1 war chariots is as follows…
“The formula for floating islands is as follows…
“The formula for underground fortresses is as follows…
“The formula for Level 3 territories is as follows…
“Third, I encourage everyone to form alliances, combining strength, but be cautious of those with ill intentions.
“If anyone is in the sa area as , feel free to co find . Personally, I have ten war chariots, thermal weapons, multiple temporary Level 2 territories, and one Level 3 territory. Whether seeking shelter, forming an alliance, or joining , it’s all fine…
“Lastly, if anyone is willing, please help popularize ‘Ordinary Tainted Blood’ for everyone’s growth and help spread this ssage.”
With this ssage, the flashing of the world channel noticeably slowed, indicating a large number of people were reading it.
Not long after people finished reading, the chat channel exploded.
“So, ordinary tainted blood can illuminate such a large area? Why didn’t the system indicate that? I thought it just shined a bit brighter…”
“The big boss is really here to save the world! He’s truly watching over us suffering compatriots, worthy of being a leader…”
“Ten chariots… the big boss is terrifying!”
“Brothers, it’s ti to get stronger! Charge! Don’t disappoint the big boss!”
“Damn, isn’t it 1 ml of ordinary blood for 5 ml of foul blood? It’s impossible to buy any!”
“F***! Why is it always !!! Who is it! Who the hell priced ordinary blood at a hundred black bread! Don’t let find you, I swear I’ll use my plunger on your a**!”
“WTF, pricing 1 ml of ordinary blood at five hundred steel plates, is this guy stupid?!”
“Are you crazy? I just upgraded to ordinary blood with great difficulty, gaining an advantage, and now you’re ruining it? Serves you right to be sanctioned!”
“Speculation, just for money. If they were really kind, they’d give 1 ml for free. How much could they give? And that rare blood, ha, not even hiding their intentions.”
“Here we go, classic twenty billion dollars, fourteen billion people, each person a billion, and there’s still six billion left.”
“The big boss sells rare tainted blood expensively to make you fools realize your place. Didn’t you see that 300 ordinary tainted blood for rare tainted blood only burns for six hours?”
“Don’t mind these idiots, they’re brainless. Praise rciful Colin (1/1)!”
Soon after Colin’s educational ssage, the price of ordinary tainted blood skyrocketed. It was impossible to buy at a 1:5 ratio. Short-term supply far exceeded demand, causing prices to soar.
As a sincere person, Colin wouldn’t break his promise for a little profit. He ensured soone continually sold “Ordinary Tainted Blood” at a 1:5 ratio on his behalf. Each gift represented a gesture of rcy. However, to reflect freedom, Colin wouldn’t force his subordinates to do the sa. They could list it on the market at 1:100 or 1:200, and it wouldn’t concern Colin.
At this mont, Colin had almost all survivors participating in what could be described as a frenzied feast! In the face of enormous profits, everyone crazily set blood prices and imdiately put them up for sale. As long as they knew what they were selling, the process could be completed in less than a second with ntal control.
The frenzied trading lasted nearly an hour before it finally settled down. By now, due to various factors, the price of blood stabilized at 1:4. Even rare tainted blood fell below Colin’s initial price, with an exchange ratio of 1:5 without any additional items.
Undoubtedly, the price drop indicated a crucial fact: in just about an hour, at least one-tenth or more of the world’s tens of billions of people had been provided with ordinary blood. This was in just one hour, and Ordinary Tainted Blood had spread at a speed even Colin couldn’t have imagined…
The thirty-odd milliliters of “Rare Tainted Blood” from the “Mourning Watcher” would cultivate thousands of powerful lords…
Afterward, Colin and his group tallied their harvests, grinning ear to ear. In one hour, they had collectively earned over 500,000 ml of foul tainted blood… countless important materials like iron ore, and before that, Colin had already bought up a large number of servants, avoiding being affected by the upcoming servant price increase.
Colin slumped into a chair, his previously gloomy mood cured by the generous “fans”…
Forcibly cured by the enormous gains…
His mood couldn’t be ruined.
Damn, harvesting these “crops” is even faster than robbing.
Looking at the ssages of gratitude in the chat channel, Colin quietly said: I just did a small, insignificant thing…
To continue harvesting in the future, Colin thought it necessary to make saving the world his top priority…
Just then, Number Two approached the vehicle with so people, whispering in Colin’s ear, “Lord, we’ve found that mine.”
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