Selling Potions
Whilst the old man was making potion after potion the star web of the federation was blowing up again.
Many similar posts were made by the mega corporations across the federation. Virtual reality games had long since become the main form of entertainment and endorsing famous players or owning famous guilds has been the main way to gain fame as a company over the last hundred years. Many even started seeing [boundless] as humanity's future seeing how this is basically a virtual reality game with the demise or glory of humanity as "prize".
These corporations had a chance to become the undisputed leaders and saviours of humanity if they managed to pull ahead now. And gold coins were the first key to that future.
3 hours into crafting and several hundred potions later…
Ding*
Ding*
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The 1% increased success chance wouldn't do much for the old man since he had many years of experience making much more difficult potions, but the xp from concocting potions was the main importance here. Lifestyle players couldn't kill monsters so instead they received xp by crafting items.
By now, Mo Shan had also reached level 4. Which was incredible considering how even the top players by now were probably barely level 2! But his prior knowledge and massive amounts of resources played a large role in levelling this fast. Other lifestyle players with a recipe and hundreds of ingredient sets and an alchemy room would probably fail every single concoction the first few hours. In Mo Shan's past life a 20% success rate for apprentice alchemists was considered good.
Another 2 hours later Mo Shan still had over half an hour left in the concoction room and by now he had already reached level 5. Nearing level 6.
Nearly a thousand stalks he brought had been converted into potions, amounting to slightly below a thousand of them, not counting the several dozen failed ones.
Carefully exiting with a massive leather bag full of glass bottles would be near impossible, not considering the fact that his bag was still full of grass. So instead of struggling with the move the old man simply hired one of the assistants that were always available in the building for one silver for an hour and made his way over to the trade hall with an assistant in tow. As for the nearly 1000 potions, those were safely stored away in the youth's storage bag. Mo Shan wished he himself had a bag like that, but those things were very expensive and Mo Shan could not afford one yet. Only the alchemy association could afford to show its wealth like that, by equipping their assistants with it to make it easier for them to serve the alchemists who hired them.
The trade hall was a service for the players where they could put items up for sale for other players to buy. The main advantage over setting up a stall was that all the trade halls were connected. So any of the billions of players could see the items that were for sale and buy them from any city containing a trade hall. The earned gold from the sale would automatically enter players' inventory in their status menu, after the 1-10% transaction fees were deducted depending on the city's taxes.
The only players who weren't able to access these trades were the demon races' players. Since they lived in the cities controlled by dark species like orcs and night elves. They had their own trade hall which was interconnected in all of their cities as far as Mo Shan knew.
There was even a widely spread theory in the federation that suggests humans and the demons they were waging war against might have a similar origin, since those demons match the demons used in fairy tales and horror stories, so there must have been some form of reason as to how humans knew about their existence before they entered the interstellar age and started waging war against them for control over this corner of the universe.
A cough from the assistant who was standing behind him pulled him back to reality right as Mo Shan was entering a very deep train of thought.
"Right, please take out all of the potions for me to list them on the market" the old man said to the assistant standing behind him. After which the nearly one thousand glass bottles containing blood red liquid appeared on a large table in the trade hall's area.
Not long after nearly all of them vanished, having been listed on the market for a single silver a piece, which would give Mo Shan a profit margin of around 99 copper per potion even factoring in the costs for the room and the assistant.
As for the dozen or so potions left on the table, Mo Shan listed one of those for 100 gold pieces and activated one of the special functions of the trading hall on the item. For listings of over 100 gold the seller could enable the "message seller" option so that those who were interested could contact him in private for the price of a silver coin. Of course, these earnings would go to the city management and not his pockets.
Not that Mo Shan expected to sell this potion, he merely used it as a hint the large powers would surely notice and would use to contact him.
When opening their menu by swiping their fingers players could access their friends list and even add and message each other. But Mo Shan had this option turned off as he didn't want to get swarmed by friend requests and messages from random nobodies.
By using the "contact seller" option Mo Shan could ensure that only the large powers and important people would contact him since sending him a greeting message would cost them 1 silver coin, which was considered very hard to get at this stage of the game. Though Mo Shan was certain that these powers should have already bought up tons of coins from players using federation dollars to exchange for it.
After doing all that the old man went to another goblin cave in order to get another recipe using the luck from the first-time opening of the "chest" in that location. But sadly instead of the mana potion recipe he got another health potion one.
Upon returning to the city a couple hours later Mo Shan had already sold all of the potions he listed, except the 100 gold one that was used for contacting him. and swiftly collected the gold at the city trade hall. Which made the pouch by his waist just a little heavier.
Not long after Mo Shan managed to buy a 4 slot bag from the alchemy association, since they were the only power that was considered large enough to sell these things in a small city such as this one. Though Mo Shan couldn't buy any larger pouches due to his status only being an apprentice alchemist. Yet, even this bag alone cost him all 10 of his gold coins.
Though, in Mo Shan's opinion this one bag was easily worth ten times the amount! Each slot of these dimensional bags could store an unlimited amount of the same item, without adding any weight, which would become a must have for players in the future in order to store their stuff.
Mo Shan transferred all of his purple grasses to the first slot, blue ones to the second slot, weak health potions in the third slot and kept the spare recipe in the final slot for now since he had nothing better to store there.
After doing all of those things Mo Shan went back home to his bed in the federation and once again put up an alarm to start his next day early.