It just so happened that when Lu Ye sold his supplies on the trading platform before, what he got in return were mostly those seemingly insignificant "skill experience scrolls" and various disposable strengthening potions.
He had already used up all the scrolls on Qin He and his crew members, which turned into their attribute enhancements and skill proficiency, and most of the potions were also consumed.
Once these things are used, the effects are permanent. How can they be returned to their original owners?
Lu Ye calculated silently in his mind, and the curve of his mouth couldn't help but deepen a little.
This business is simply a huge profit with no investment!
This is equivalent to the guys who were buying up goods on the trading platform, including Xie Wei, lining up to give him the "experience scrolls" that they had worked so hard to open from the initial supply box for free.
It helped him build a high-quality team out of thin air, but they themselves were reduced to their original form under the rules. All their previous speculation and plundering became a mirage, and they gained nothing in return.
At this moment, the players who had just been making sarcastic remarks in the public channel, mocking Lu Ye for having too much money to burn and being ignorant of current affairs, felt a burning pain on their faces, as if they had been slapped hundreds of times.
I'm regretting it so much.
"If I had known...if I had known the Bloody Forbidden Zone had such a ridiculous rule, I would have sold everything I had to trade it for some of the original merchandise that Boss Lu Ye opened!"
"Now, what I stole is gone, what I bought is gone too, and I'm a pauper again!"
Countless people wailed in their hearts.
As a result, the style of the public channel, after a brief period of silence, suddenly underwent a dramatic change.
In the previous second, everyone was complaining and wailing, and in the next second, it became a large-scale "sliding on one knee" scene of admitting mistakes.
"Boss Lu Ye! God Lu! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I was blinded by greed and shouldn't have been so mean! Please have mercy on me. As we're all human beings, please sell me some food! I'll trade you the last piece of original iron plate on this wreck of my ship!"
"Brother Lu! Grandpa Lu! You are my adopted parents! I was blind and didn't recognize Mount Tai before, and a dog can't spit out ivory! You are a magnanimous person, and you can hold a boat in your stomach. Can you give me a sip of water? As long as you nod, my life... no, my boat will be yours from now on!"
There are so many humble pleas and so many kinds of apologies, one after another, it's breathtaking to watch.
Some female players even began sending highly suggestive voice messages and photos, trying to exchange "special services" for a glimmer of hope.
The bottom line of human nature seems so fragile in the face of the heavy pressure of survival.
On Lu Ye's boat, Qin He silently watched the disgusting performances on the wrist terminal, her brows slightly furrowed.
Lu Ye himself remained calm and composed, ignoring the pleas and confessions that came in like snowflakes.
He didn't even bother to click the block button, but just typed a line of words slowly in the public channel.
"Oh? Do you all remember me, Lu, now? Just now, when you were gossiping behind my back, calling me, Lu Ye, a 'coward' and a 'spendthrift', weren't you all quite arrogant? Weren't you all ready to fight, saying that in this Bloody Forbidden Zone, only the strong are respected, and that we no longer need to look at my face to act?"
He paused, as if appreciating the momentary silence in the channel, and then slowly added the second half of the sentence.
"What? Things have changed, and now you're asking me for help again? I'm sorry, everyone. I, Lu Ye, am a pauper right now. The little supplies I have on hand must first feed the dozens of brothers and sisters on my ship. I don't have the heart to help 'unrelated people'."
Humph, a bunch of fence-sitters who change their minds faster than turning the pages of a book.
Before, everyone wanted to eat me alive, but now they know that supplies are precious and they know to beg for mercy?
Too late!
Lu Ye sneered in his heart, without any mercy.
He is not a saint. In this cannibalistic game, any extra sympathy may become a death warrant for himself and his companions.
As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if a depth bomb was dropped into the public channel.
Those players who were directly rejected by Lu Ye and who were indeed at the end of their rope and out of ammunition and food were completely defeated on the spot.
The last shred of hope was ruthlessly crushed, and they began to curse hysterically.
"Lu Ye! Who do you think you are? You will die a miserable death!"
"Stop pretending to be so arrogant! I can still survive without you! Bah! Just wait, when I recover, I'll be the first one to sink your rotten boat!"
"Everyone, stop begging him! This bastard just wants to see us die! Let's unite and rob him together! The supplies on his ship must be piled up like a mountain!"
The curses came one after another, but they seemed so pale and powerless.
After cursing, his stomach was still rumbling, his throat was still dry and smoking, and the weapons in his hands and the supplies in the warehouse were still empty.
What made them even more desperate was that the engines of many ships completely stalled after emitting a series of stuttering sounds - the fuel they had previously traded from Lu Ye or other players also triggered the "return to the original owner" rule at this moment, disappeared out of thin air, and returned to the warehouse of the original opener!
And Lu Ye is one of the largest "raw fuel suppliers" in this sea area!
For a moment, a spectacular, comical, and desolate scene appeared on the sea.
For some smaller and simpler-structured boats, the owners had to dig out dusty oars, or simply roll up their sleeves and use their hands as oars, paddling with a grunt, leaving crooked tracks on the sea, like a group of savages who had suddenly degenerated back into primitive tribes in a civilized world.
Those once majestic modified cargo ships and heavy patrol boats have now become huge iron coffins floating on the sea.
The ship owners watched helplessly as their iron fortresses lost power and drifted in the strange blood-red ocean currents.
They could only frantically try to cheat some life-saving energy from other players who were lucky enough to still have some "original fuel" in the various regional channels where they could still communicate, using their remaining supplies, or some illusory promises and blank checks.
The situation in the Bloody Forbidden Zone has already slid into an abyss that no one expected.
Despair spread rapidly on every ship like an invisible plague.
Players began to choose a direction and pushed the remaining fuel to the extreme, trying to break out of this cursed sea.
However, no matter how long they sailed in which direction, the edge of the radar, as far as the eye could see, was still that endless expanse of blood.
The sky was dark red, the sea was dark red, as if the whole world was swallowed up by this ominous color, with no boundaries or ends visible at all.
"This place... is like a giant bloody cage with no exit."
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