055 Moro tribe·Reward for life-saving

The unfolding scene in the Heaven's Market was tense and dynamic, drawing Song Chi's keen interest.

As more alien creatures flooded into the market, the usual hotspots for genetic potions and tungsten battle gear remained popular. However, Song Chi's attention was focused on his acquisition shop for rare items like titanium crystals, despite the lack of immediate interest from visiting aliens who were unfamiliar with such resources.

Time passed, and Song Chi continued his dual focus between the acquisition shop and scanning the free trade area for profitable materials or unusual items. While rare items were hard to come by, he managed to secure several materials with significant price differences compared to those in Baita Fulu.

Hours later, as the market transactions neared their conclusion, Song Chi paused his bargaining at a stall and glanced towards the market entrance. Sensing space fluctuations from one of the nineteen vortex gates, he anticipated a new arrival.

His suspicions were confirmed when an unknown alien emerged—a humanoid figure with dark green blood, missing a left arm, suggesting recent combat outside the market. This unusual entry immediately piqued Song Chi's curiosity.

Observing the creature closely with his mind, Song Chi noted its battered state and inferred it had likely entered the market amidst a hostile pursuit, possibly facing a group of enemies at the entrance.

Remaining composed, Song Chi discreetly monitored the alien's movements. The manner of its entry alone marked it as distinct from other market visitors.

Once inside, the alien sought immediate medical assistance at a genetic medicine shop, exchanging fifty zero-level life proto-cores for a primary treatment potion. After stabilizing its injuries, it lingered in the shop to gather information about various potions but left disappointed when it didn't find what it sought.

Moving on to the free trade area, the alien began setting up a stall, attracting curious onlookers, including Song Chi, eager to understand more about this newcomer.

Displaying items from its backpack—a variety including first-order life proto-nuclei, special ores, and floating land origins—the one-armed alien drew attention from the crowd.

Song Chi, blending in among the spectators, couldn't help but inquire about the first-order floating land origin.

"What are you looking to exchange for the first-order Floating Land Origin?" he asked in fluent Xinghai Common Language.

The alien paused in its actions but acknowledged Song Chi's inquiry without dismissing it. "Life-saving items, items capable of harming first-level life forms, items aiding in quick advancement to the first level, or items facilitating escape. Any of these would warrant further negotiation on price."

The mention of these items sparked discussions among the aliens around the stall, though many eventually lost interest. The demands were high, and most aliens lacked such valuable items in their possession. Even those who did were unwilling to part with them easily.

Among them, Song Chi contemplated. The first-order floating land origin was indeed valuable, but the items requested by the alien were beyond his immediate resources.

Observing the mixed reactions from the crowd, the one-armed alien grew anxious. Knowing the market's closing time was nearing, it realized its window of opportunity was narrowing.

In a bid to attract more attention, the alien delved back into its backpack. When it revealed its next item, the crowd's interest was reignited.

Emerging under a dazzling purple light was a palm-sized ball of brain tissue emitting a mesmerizing purple glow—a rare, purple-quality wonder of the starry sea.

Moments later, aliens who had previously left returned, and more continued to gather around the stall, drawn by the allure of the rare item.

Within moments, hundreds of aliens encircled the stall, highlighting the undeniable appeal of the purple-quality rarity.

The one-armed alien, no longer hiding its dire situation, explained its predicament openly.

"At least five first-order Moros await me outside. Right now, I seek nothing but items that can ensure my survival to the fullest extent possible. Who among you is the master of this brain-eating clan superwave?"

The crowd murmured with fascination and covetousness, yet none dared to act. Recent events had demonstrated the high cost of rash actions in this market.

After some discussion, the coveted deal remained unresolved. While aliens presented their best items, none met the one-armed alien's stringent requirements.

Indeed, for a zero-level creature to face five first-level adversaries was an almost insurmountable challenge, demanding either formidable strength or a miraculous escape strategy.