Chapter 11: Dragon Corpse, Instant Riches.
Moreover, this Medusa had disheveled hair, and her robe was somewhat tattered—clearly, she had just been shot down.
“Could it be that she was directly thrown into the trash heap by her opponent and came down along with the garbage?”
Chen Fan was a little curious. He placed his palm on her chest, and with the other hand, pulled out the golden arrow.
“System, heal this Medusa’s wounds.”
Chen Fan gave the order. If he didn’t treat her now, she’d truly die.
Though even if she died, she could still be repaired, it would cost a massive amount of points.
[“Ding! 300 points deducted. Healing the fatal injuries of a dying creature.”]
The system prompt chimed, and then Chen Fan’s palm began to glow.
“It’s just healing one fatal wound.”
“And it costs this many points…”
Chen Fan thought to himself in secret.
Points were hard to come by.
Soon, the light in Chen Fan’s palm faded, and all of Medusa’s fatal wounds had been completely healed.
Her breathing also began to stabilize.
“Retrieve the golden arrow.”
Chen Fan gave another order. The golden arrow in his hand vanished in an instant, earning him 50 points.
“The points I spent on you—you can pay them back later.”
Looking at the bracelet on Medusa’s wrist and the other treasures she carried, Chen Fan thought to himself.
Scoring a beauty for free—not a bad deal at all.
This Medusa, though lacking the Empress’s noble bearing, had a figure that was by no means inferior, and her looks were only a slight notch below.
Moreover, she had an added charm of maturity and seductive allure.
As for her aura, it was much weaker.
After all, Chen Fan had only healed her fatal injuries, so she was still unconscious.
By now, no more garbage lords were descending from above.
The falling garbage from the sky had also completely stopped.
That meant it was time to divide up the trash.
Chen Fan mused silently. With a mountain-sized pile of garbage, there was no way he could hoard it all himself.
Didn’t he see that everyone around was eyeing it like hungry wolves?
Looking around, Chen Fan realized there were quite a few garbage lords from the West and abroad.
It would be hard for Qin Xia to hog it all alone, too.
“Brother, what do you think we should do with this pile of waste?”
Young Master Qin turned to look at Chen Fan. After witnessing Chen Fan’s combat prowess, he figured it was wise to show him some respect.
That’s how the world worked. No matter where you were, it always came down to strength.
If you wanted respect, show your power.
“That’s easy. Just start digging.”
“I won’t snatch from you guys!”
“You don’t snatch from me either. Let’s all stay peaceful—it’s up to luck.”
Chen Fan didn’t want to stir up unnecessary trouble. Besides, he had confidence in his own luck.
“I agree with this brother’s suggestion.”
“What do the rest of you think?”
It seemed this Young Master Qin really did have some authority and was probably someone who usually called the shots.
“I have no objections.”
“But I just can’t stand these barbarians benefiting!”
“To hand over these scraps and let them share in it—I feel indignant!”
The burly young man who had spoken earlier again voiced his displeasure—a full-on jingoistic hothead.
“Brother Chu, from a strategic standpoint, our forces and theirs are evenly matched. A real deathmatch here would only lead to mutual destruction.”
Young Master Qin remained calm and composed.
In this era, whether it was external strife or internal strife, wasn’t it all for profit?
Without absolute profit as the driver, picking fights the moment you meet someone—that was the act of a brute.
In this era, what people sought was a realm, power, was immortality.
Chen Fan didn’t care about their nonsense—he had already started digging.
Seeing this, the rest followed suit and also began to dig.
However, everyone exercised a great deal of restraint, trying to keep a reasonable distance from one another.
In the silent garbage dump, the sound of falling leaves, rotten wood, and sand being shoveled filled the air.
Everyone was hard at work, head down.
Chen Fan also had to endure all kinds of rotten, disgusting odors.
Occasionally glancing up, he noticed that everyone else was wearing masks, and he couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
He lacked experience.
Who told him that his first two garbage digs hadn’t reeked at all?
Soon, Chen Fan dug up a rotten severed arm. A foul stench hit him, and he recoiled in extreme distaste.
Just as he was about to toss it aside, he saw a ring on one of the fingers.
So, enduring the disgust, he took off the ring, wiped it clean, and stuffed it into his pocket, then flung away the severed arm with great disdain.
“This… this is a real garbage dump…”
“Could it be a trash heap from a battlefield?”
Chen Fan thought to himself. Still, the little gain he’d just made had put him in a good mood.
As he continued to dig, the stick in his hand suddenly struck something hard and extremely cold to the touch.
Startled, he quickly brushed the debris aside—and saw glittering black scales.
“What kind of creature’s corpse is this?”
Chen Fan picked up his pace. Soon, he saw the corner of a massive eye, surrounded by thick scales, and atop its head, two dragon horns.
Chen Fan immediately lit up with joy.
Just this dragon corpse alone was enough to make him filthy rich overnight!
[“Ding! Host, this is the corpse of a giant dragon. It can be recycled!”]
The system notification sounded again.
“Directly recycling it wouldn’t maximize profits…”
Chen Fan shook his head.
This was a dragon corpse! If he auctioned it off, it would surely fetch a sky-high price.
With the money, he could purchase all sorts of valuable items to recycle. Wouldn’t that be more profitable?