After a few days, Blaine's life became rather fulfilling—well, at least he had gained far more than before.
The fifty billion worth of black stewed eggs also arrived as promised. Blaine opened the balance on the property panel, and the number rose from the previous display to 11.1382 billion. Not much, but not little either—for Blaine.
To earn more money, Blaine could only think of new ways. Tasks on Earth could no longer satisfy him at present. It was hard to imagine who else in this world would release tasks worth billions or even trillions.
If there really were some rich and powerful big fool willing to release such a task, Blaine truly wanted to see who it was. Who the hell was worth that price? Thanos wasn't worthy…
So, as a last resort, Blaine could only turn his attention to space. After all, space held endless resources.
Relying on his attribute of being favored by the god of destiny, how could Blaine possibly worry about not finding a way to get rich?
The universe was vast. There would always be places filled with meteorite belts and dead planets, and there were definitely rich mineral resources waiting for Blaine to exploit—yes, to hunt for treasures and star cores.
Taking advantage of his vacation time, Blaine basically stayed in the Hunter Space all day. One reason was training, and the other was accumulating more magic arrays and drawing more arrows, which could be considered advance preparation for the next step.
After all, there were still many unfathomable things in the universe. For example, the last time he inexplicably broke into Dormammu's territory—if not for the Hunter Space, Blaine would have been buried there.
However, if Blaine were well prepared, it would be absolutely impossible for him to end up as embarrassed as last time. Therefore, when facing the unknown, it was better to prepare more hidden cards.
On a good day, everything was almost ready—not only all kinds of magic array arrows, but also a large amount of food, toiletries, big beds, and so on. As long as it was something that could be bought on Earth and used, Blaine stuffed it all in.
Early that morning, Blaine still got up to take a shower.
On the TV news, it was still the same old programs. Even the sunny days and white moons from several months ago were still being reported.
"You experts—"
"Masters, go around again and find something else for you to do."
"Stop focusing on that all day."
Those so-called experts weren't just annoying; even Blaine was getting irritated. Watching it every day, broadcasting it every day—wasn't there any other major astronomical event?
After washing up, there was nothing important left in the news. Blaine predicted that there wouldn't be anything significant in the next few days. The Avengers were a small matter. With the temperament of Black Marinated Eggs, he wouldn't waste money hiring Bounty Hunters.
Moreover, because superheroes hadn't been showing up recently, more reckless gangsters and various monsters had begun to harass the streets. Not only Queens and Washington, but the entire United States seemed a little uneasy without superheroes around. After all, the efficiency of the U.S. police was beyond words.
As a result, over the past few days, not only were there fewer people marching outside, but there were also no longer crowds holding signs in front of the White House. The clamor for controlling superheroes and the calls to sign agreements had gradually disappeared.
"Universe, star cores—here I come."
Pulling up his hood, Blaine waved his hand and opened a spatial rift in the backyard.
Turning around, he jumped in directly and arrived at that familiar place once again. That's right—the location was still the same coordinates where he had entered the Dark Matter World last time.
"Ah, comfortable."
In space, the special pressure and radiation felt like a massage to Blaine. The environment was surprisingly comfortable.
However, this was not his destination—this was merely the starting point, the line from which Blaine began his wandering.
Because the weakened version of the Space Stone ring had a cooldown of fifteen minutes, Blaine could only rely on himself during those fifteen minutes.
In this way, using teleportation and superluminal speed, Blaine galloped all the way and was able to travel billions of light-years within fifteen minutes.
After the fifteen-minute cooldown ended, he would use the weakened Space Stone ring to shuttle again. Although the destination was unknown, it was still much faster than relying solely on his own speed.
Moreover, after each shuttle, Blaine deliberately recorded the spatial coordinates so that he could directly shuttle back here next time.
After going back and forth about a hundred times, Blaine no longer knew how far he had traveled, let alone how long it had taken. In space, he had long since lost any concept of time. He slept when he was tired, ate when he was hungry, and continued on his way when he was neither tired nor hungry.
Along the way, Blaine passed through many small planetary belts and encountered massive numbers of meteorites. However, under Hawkeye's perspective, the probability of finding a star core was truly pitiful. Even after such a long time—at least tens of billions of light-years—he had only found one star core with a purity level of three. There were many 0.1-level ones, though—probably more than a dozen.
Blaine had no intention of using ordinary 0.1-level star cores for upgrades, so he exchanged all of them. The same was true for first-level star cores; their utility value wasn't high, so they were all exchanged as well. Now, Blaine only had two third-level star cores left.
However, the balance on the panel had gained a few more zeros. Blaine now had about 120.04 billion.
"It still won't do. The efficiency is still too low."
"It seems I'll have to try my luck and find a larger galaxy."
Looking at his remaining balance, Blaine still felt dissatisfied.
If Earth's hardworking office workers heard this, they would probably rush over and beat Blaine to death.
People who worked hard for decades might not even be able to afford a house, while Blaine could earn hundreds of billions in just a few days or weeks. Was there any justice in that?
It was another good day. In the Hunter Space, Blaine washed up, ate his fill, reappeared in space, and set off once more.
Although in space, Blaine had no idea what the weather was like today—or even whether it was another day at all. Anyway, the scenery in space was the same every day…
Just after Blaine used the weakened Space Stone ring to shuttle again, he suddenly felt his vision go dark. There had still been some light in space before, but now there was none at all. It was pitch black—you couldn't even see your fingers.
This definitely couldn't trouble Blaine. Hawkeye activated, and everything became clear. After careful observation, he found many dead planets nearby.
What was more, the planets here were different—there were actually more people than Blaine usually saw.
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