Master of Kaidan
Chapter 64: Treasures Everywhere

Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Treasures Everywhere

The trash rain in the sky finally stopped, and those scavengers who had been waiting grabbed their weapons and containers, rushing toward the landfill. This time, there were no Appraisers to inspect, no Managers to scavenge ahead, and of course, no doors opened.

Forcefully prying open the not-so-large entrance, thousands of people streamed into the landfill from eight directions.

Facing a landfill the size of a large community, a thousand people really wasn’t a lot. They had just entered, and people had already completely dispersed.

Feng Xue’s eyes swept around, and all he could see were various elements. At this moment, it felt like he had entered Scrooge’s gold vault—the overwhelming presence of gold everywhere made the treasure hunting game, where he had to compete against time and search meticulously, seem utterly unworthy by comparison.

Feng Xue couldn’t bother to check each item individually, he just threw anything with elements into the cardboard box in front of him, kicking the box forward as he walked, directly Refining the miniaturized items inside the box.

One by one, notifications of success or failure flashed before Feng Xue’s eyes, but he paid them no mind. During the time he had been raising Xiyao, he had killed a fair number of Omen Seeds, and although not reaching astronomical numbers, the hundreds of thousands of "Identity" marks he had accumulated were nothing to scoff at, not to mention those flying Omen Seeds that had fallen into the landfill during the last trash vortex impact—simply Refining a Corpse was a large sum, and Refining a Pseudo Artifact cost only five towers, merely sporadic showers!

One by one, elements were stored into the Golden Finger. The initial impact had also begun to slowly decline. How should one put it? Although it’s great to pick up gold everywhere, when it comes to stimulation and tension, the treasure hunting game still has the upper edge—

Now, Feng Xue focused on Refining, so much that he didn’t even have time to see what the elements actually were.

Of course, given the choice, he would still choose a scenario where he could casually pick up a pile of treasures.

In the face of interests, Survival is always the top priority.

Contrary to the landfills he had explored before, the terrain in this waste plant was uneven, mainly because it was cluttered with various large pieces of trash. This made Feng Xue realize that those flattened environments were not characteristic of landfill sites but the scenes left after raids by the Managers team.

After all, scouring most of the True Objects, Illusionary Objects, and Books would explain why it looked like it had been plowed by a tractor.

Now, the half plane tail sticking out from the ground, cone-shaped piles of trash as tall as small hills, and lakes filled with unknown black liquid, and not to forget, the transmigrators sleeping soundly amidst the piles of trash.

These newcomers seemed to be protected by some force. Although Feng Xue could clearly see everyone, he could not actually make contact. This state, he guessed, would last until they naturally awakened.

"Just don’t know if there’s a rule like ’the better the aptitude, the earlier they wake up.’ If there really is such a rule, that would explain why the Managers’ factions recruit new members."

Muttering to himself, Feng Xue passed through various types of "post-modern artworks" entirely made of garbage, and his gaze occasionally swept over his fellow scavengers.

He could see someone dragging a plow used on farmlands, searching through the trash, and others continuously swung their shovels, forcefully flinging piles of trash, then scouring for True Objects from the scattered debris.

However, what surprised Feng Xue was that after these people found True Objects, they did not, like those paupers in the previous landfills, absorb them immediately. Instead, they carefully packed them and continued their exploration.

Clearly, it wasn’t that absorbing "Identity" wasted time, as those capable of surviving in the wild wouldn’t lack even that bit of "Identity."

"Looks like they plan to use the ’Identity’ for something else?" Feng Xue thought of his own practice of using "Golden Water" and "Omen Seed" to make Omen Seeds out of corpses. Similarly, if possessing the corresponding Knowledge, is it possible to transfer the "Identity" from True Objects to Pseudo Artifacts to turn them into Illusionary Objects?

In a sense, Feng Xue’s Golden Finger possessed such a function, so could other Casting tags provide similar effects?

Although this was just speculation, Feng Xue somehow felt the possibility was quite high. However, as soon as he saw another transmigrator sleeping soundly amidst the trash, he couldn’t help but come up with a new idea.

Perhaps it’s not that complex, maybe it’s merely provisions prepared for these poor souls?

With this thought, Feng Xue suddenly shook his head. He always felt these people weren’t that benevolent, or perhaps, if they really show acts of kindness, there must be some ulterior motives.

Thinking this, he glanced at his cardboard box. As he had walked along, he too had accumulated a lot of True Objects—he hadn’t been selective at all, he simply stuffed items from element-dense areas into the box, then accessed the Golden Finger to do a round of Refining. What could be disassembled turned out to be Pseudo Objects, what couldn’t were True Objects.

"Anyway, just follow along and learn how others do it later," Feng Xue thought, and decided not to fuss over details anymore, continuing his grand plan of element collection.

It’s worth mentioning that even though everyone had a fair amount of True Objects, everyone sensibly kept their distance from each other, not showing any intent to compete. But when you think about it, it’s understandable. At this point in time, those who made it here were no pushovers. If a fight really breaks out, it’s not certain who would win. Everyone was not such a pauper that a lack of a few True Objects would starve them to death, and peaceful development was always better than risking one’s life.

Just then, suddenly, an angry roar came from nowhere, followed by Feng Xue noticing that several of his fellow scavengers were pulling out their weapons.

"Is a fight breaking out?" Feng Xue drew his hat down and the Suffocation Blade sprang from his sleeve. He warily watched several fellow scavengers, but found that they showed no intentions to fight each other; instead, they simultaneously turned their gazes toward the direction of the landfill’s fences.

Feng Xue’s confusion didn’t last very long, because the opponents they were about to fight soon appeared at the edge of his sight—

Omen Seeds.

Now that those flying-class Omen Seeds had fallen a long time ago, these walking Omen Seeds had finally reached the landfill, wantonly gnawing at the trash on the ground, whether it were Pseudo Objects or True Objects, or even the corpses of those fallen Omen Seeds, treating all equally.

At this point, Feng Xue roughly understood why these people were so restrained. After all, it was better than letting these creatures benefit!

After all, Omen Seeds really do grow stronger the more they eat!