"Can!"

"Since you've brought out all your savings to boycott this time, I'll make an exception and allow you to pay in kind this time!"

Ye Mo glanced into the storage space.

There are also hundreds of thousands of surplus S-grade post-apocalyptic suits.

Are you referring to my family's wealth?

There is some misunderstanding.

A mere one hundred S-class sets,

Did you think this was all of my wealth?

Who are you underestimating?

Ye Mo didn't waste any words.

Take the specially made ion tablet computer from the past.

Check the currently available post-apocalyptic quests.

After reviewing the information,

Ye Mo was surprised to discover that

The sheer number of post-apocalyptic quests posted in the dark market is terrifying.

There are millions of them!

And there is more than one dark market in the universe.

It's more than 100,000!

The dark market where Ye Mo was located

It is marked as Dark Market No. 8888.

It is jointly controlled by eight powerful advanced star races.

Other StarClan members can come and post Dark Market quests.

At the same time, each post-apocalyptic mission requires a massive amount of compensation.

Once the Dark God's Envoy from the Dark Market completes the mission...

This reward should go to the Dark God's Messenger.

at the same time,

The dark market also takes a 20% cut of the commission as a handling fee!

"A new way to get rich!"

Ye Mo felt that this black market had great potential.

Any post-apocalyptic mission,

The reward must be at least ten trillion post-apocalyptic coins!

This involves taking 20% ​​of the profit.

That's two trillion in doomsday currency!

A highly profitable business!

More than two hundred post-apocalyptic missions were scrolling across the large screen in Dark Market No. 8888.

These are missions issued by other Star Races in this Dark Market No. 8888.

This is the main mission promoted by Dark Market No. 8888.

Ye Mo watched for a while,

He chose one of the tasks and said,

"I'll choose this one!"

The task Ye Mo was referring to was none other than,

"Dark Market Mission: The Migration of the Space Zerg"

"Task Issuer: Curse Clan"

"Number of cycles in the apocalypse: 42"

"Description: The space insectoids are migrating, leaving nothing but desolation in their wake!"

"Every so often, the space insectoids migrate from one star system to another in search of food!"

"The Space Zerg, one of the three scourges of the apocalypse, feed on extraterrestrial life forms, cosmic minerals, various plants, and planetary energy! Any planet occupied by the Space Zerg, even if it is full of life, will become a barren, dead star!"

"Resisting the swarm of space insectoids is the only way to survive!"

Bounty: 300,000 Apocalypse Coins

...

Ye Mo took a liking to this mission.

It's just that this task looks...

There are many post-apocalyptic monsters that can be killed!

Ye Mo liked missions with lots of monsters in the apocalypse.

After one round,

The rewards from the treasure chests you can obtain are absolutely generous.

Seeing that Ye Mo had chosen the apocalyptic mission,

Black Crow didn't say anything more.

Registration is complete.

And after Ye Mo signed the death pact,

The night raven opened a portal.

"Once you enter the portal, you'll be in the territory of the Cursed Star Clan!"

"This mission was only recently posted, so if you go, you should be able to make it in time!"

"Good luck, new human!"

Ye Mo was surprised to find that the service in the dark market was quite considerate.

They've even created a portal.

In this way,

Ye Mo even saved time on his journey!

The worst thing about accepting a mission is...

We just arrived at the place.

But they discovered that the Star Clan that issued the mission had been wiped out by the apocalypse!

Although this situation will not trigger the curse effect of the Death Pact,

But it's also a waste of time.

Ye Mo stepped into the silver-white vortex-shaped teleportation portal.

The figure disappeared.

With Ye Mo's disappearance,

In the dark market,

The discussions among the alien professionals did not stop.

The dark market is always bustling with missions and alien recruiters eager to build connections.

In places where there are few professionals willing to accept tasks.

There weren't many high-level professionals in this universe to begin with.

Even fewer highly skilled professionals dare to come to the dark market to accept missions.

Such a strange thing suddenly appeared in the dark market.

This will give these idle alien traction officers plenty of time to gossip.

"He went through the portal! That human race professional is really brave!"

"Why would a level 200 professional come here to risk their life? What are they after?"

"Guess how long it will take these human race professionals to complete this apocalyptic mission? One year, two years, or three years?"

"Forget it! Complete the mission? You know how difficult the missions in the Dark Market are! Even several Star Clans working together couldn't handle them! Otherwise, they wouldn't be spending so much money to post missions in the Dark Market!"

"He dares to take on a mission from the space insectoid race? Has this kid gone mad?! With trillions of insectoids crossing the land, even a few dozen top-tier professionals would be nothing but a mouthful of food! Top-tier professionals wouldn't even touch a mission involving alien insectoids!"

"Haha, this kid's hit the jackpot! Who knows what he's thinking! No doubt about it, he's dead meat!"

"The betting has started! We're betting on whether this kid lives or dies!"

"I bet 10 billion Doomsday Coins that this human race professional is dead!"

"I'll also bet 10 billion Doomsday Coins! I'll bet he'll be finished!"

"I'm betting everything I have!"

...

If it doesn't concern me, I'll keep to myself.

A group of alien tractors even set up a betting platform.

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