Moreover, he truly had sothing to bid farewell to.
For instance, the 94 transformation books obtained in the transformation dungeon, as well as the sword he took from the centaur.
As for the Magical Cube, Bai Lian wasn’t planning to sell it yet.
The effect of this item was similar to that of the Speedrun Master.
Though not as powerful — teleportation still required pre-placed markers — it had one advantage: a remarkably short cooldown.
Bai Lian checked: after using the Magical Cube, it only required a brief recharge period of about 10 minutes.
This was twice as fast as the Speedrun Master, granting excellent efficiency in critical monts.
As for the Book of Illusions…
【Item: Book of Illusions】
【Level: S】
【Effect: When used, this item can create various illusions based on the user’s intent. These illusions are virtual but can block perception, making them indistinguishable from reality!】
After reviewing the Book of Illusions’ effects, Bai Lian felt this item held trendous power.
In certain dungeons, its utility would be nothing short of extraordinary!
Before entering the exchange, Bai Lian decided to take one more action.
He needed to equip the "Capitalist" title!
The exchange explicitly prohibited players from attacking one another, eliminating any risk of conflict.
At this mont, Bai Lian didn’t need to worry about unexpected dangers.
He equipped the title and discreetly hid it to avoid displaying it above his head.
If soone spotted this title during a transaction, it would look utterly absurd.
He selected the option to enter the Class Exchange Trading Center!
The mont Bai Lian confird his choice, a radiant glow erupted before him.
Massive gates of light materialized!
A luminous white path, like a bridge, stretched from the gates and terminated directly at Bai Lian’s feet.
Staring at this spectacle, Bai Lian couldn’t suppress his awe.
He stepped forward onto the path, inching closer to the gates with each stride.
Upon reaching the gates, Bai Lian strode through without hesitation.
As the light flared, he instinctively shut his eyes. Only when the brightness dimd did he reopen them.
Before him lay a sprawling street!
The road beneath his feet was paved with unknown stones, their clatter echoing with every step.
Glancing around, he saw shops and stalls lining both sides of the street, each styled uniquely. Their displays shimred with eye-catching goods, many radiating an otherworldly glow that scread value.
The street teed with a massive crowd, every individual exuding an aura of power. Their faces were calm and relaxed, a stark contrast to the desperate souls Bai Lian encountered in dungeons.
The sea of people writhed like a colossal dragon.
Though no sun hung in the sky, the entire street bathed in daylight-like illumination.
Bai Lian stood amidst the flow, feeling as though he’d returned to the bustling atmosphere of the real world.
Yet here, people wore armor, protective gear, and even chanical exoskeletons. Bai Lian spotted several such individuals.
No wonder this was called the Trading Center for Professionals.
Those who reached this place had to be among the elite players.
Their achievents in the Mysterious World far surpassed anything novices could fathom.
Bai Lian looked utterly ordinary here — no armor, no title hovering above his head.
Where could he set up a stall?
He scanned the endless street, his expression contemplative.
At that mont, a player with twin swords strapped to his back and half his face obscured by a black mask noticed Bai Lian standing motionless.
His eyes instantly lit up!
Clearing his throat subtly, he weaved through the crowd and approached Bai Lian.
“Hey, newbie?”
“Let introduce myself — Shi Xiaoke, Level 2, veteran of the Trading Center!”
Bai Lian, deep in thought, was interrupted.
He sized up the unexpected interlocutor.
Black mask, high-tech armor sans helt, twin swords — the ensemble scread cyberpunk.
A friendly smile adorned his face, but Bai Lian knew better than to trust anyone here, even those playing the fool.
With that in mind, Bai Lian smiled back:
“You don’t happen to have an older brother nad Shi Dake, do you?”
“How’d you know?!”
Shi Xiaoke blinked in surprise:
“You know my brother?”
“Lucky guess,” Bai Lian shrugged.
Shi Xiaoke chuckled awkwardly, swiftly changing topics: “First ti at the Trading Center, right? Need a guide? I can show you around!”
“Not to brag, but I know this place like the back of my hand!”
He thumped his chest, though his darting eyes betrayed nervousness.
Noticing this, Bai Lian’s lips quirked. “I want to set up a stall here. Know how?”
“A stall?”
Shi Xiaoke eyed Bai Lian with renewed interest. Definitely a newbie!
Why else would soone ask about stalls imdiately upon arrival?
Clearly, Bai Lian had just changed classes.
If he’d cleared thirty-odd dungeons, how much loot could he have?
Did he even have over 10,000 points in his account?
And even if he had items…
What value did low-tier dungeon drops hold?
Novices might buy them, but veterans wouldn’t glance twice.
But since Bai Lian had a goal, Shi Xiaoke saw no reason to enlighten him.
People like Bai Lian were easy marks!
“Ahem… Of course I know!”
Shi Xiaoke bead: “To set up a stall here, just find an empty spot. Materials are cheap at the general stores.”
“But if you want a proper shop, head to the center and apply. They’ll assign you a plot.”
He conveniently omitted one crucial detail.
In the Trading Center, stalls and shops alike required a Trading License.
Without it, your goods wouldn’t be protected by center rules — ripe for theft!
Shi Xiaoke ant no real harm. He simply wanted to trick the newbie into losing a few items.
Players were attack-proof, but who’d stop him from swiping unprotected rchandise?
Plus, he had an escape skill. Few could catch him!
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