As for Ethan himself, at this moment he wasn't even bothering to look at the flattery, slander, or moral blackmail (those self-righteous types demanding he lend out the Sun Worms so everyone could take turns going outside and "save the world") in the [World Channel].
Because he didn't have the energy, and he didn't have the time.
Right now, he was preparing to head to the Land of the Living Dead in the south. It had been a long time since he'd seen a platinum treasure chest. Now that one had finally appeared today, there was no way Ethan would let it slip away.
Besides, after being a profiteer for so long, Ethan understood better than anyone that hunger marketing always made more money than ordinary marketing, especially under this kind of monopoly where others don't have what you do. So forget all that talk about being a saint or not, he had always been a straightforward, aboveboard profiteer.
Anyone buying from him, the highest bidder always won.
So, let those people in the World Channel ferment for a while.
Only when the fermentation lasted long enough would they be willing to take out their most valuable items to trade with Ethan in exchange for time, for the time to improve themselves and surpass others.
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[East, Land of the Living Dead]
According to the prompt, this place was only a few thousand meters away from the manor. Riding his bone horse, Ethan arrived before long.
Along the way, with the protection of the Sun Worms, Ethan didn't run into anything strange. Especially those so-called Spirit-Seizing Voids, which were probably suppressed by the Sun Worms, making them not dare to appear at all.
However, even though no monsters dared come out to trouble him along the way, he could still occasionally see pairs of eerie eyes in the forest by the roadside, blinking and flickering with a kind of hungry gaze.
That look made Ethan have no doubt that if he didn't have this group of Sun Worms following him, they would rush out all at once and tear him to pieces in an instant.
"Hah!"
"Hah! Hah!"
The Land of the Living Dead lay within a patch of low trees. Most of the trees there had withered, leaving behind only dry trunks.
And in the grass, there wandered some strange 'people'.
Or perhaps… these things couldn't really be called people.
They looked more like the creatures Ethan had seen in zombie movies back when he used to watch TV.
Things called zombies.
"Hmm!"
At this moment, Nostradamus suddenly spoke, "Disciple, this place is pretty good! How did you find a place like this?"
"What do you mean pretty good?"
Ethan was confused, even starting to suspect something was wrong with Nostradamus's eyes.
Aside from a bunch of living dead, even the trees here were dead. And you're telling me this place is good? What part of it is good?
"As your master, I've always wanted to find a place suitable for improving your magical ability," Nostradamus rubbed his bald head and chuckled, "Didn't expect my disciple to be so thoughtful, actually finding such a great place for me."
"Improve magic power?", Ethan looked completely lost, "What are you talking about?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. Wasn't that direct enough?", Nostradamus raised an eyebrow at Ethan, "What do you think my strength as a Archmage comes from? Of course it's from cultivation!"
"And you, my little disciple, although your combat strength isn't bad, you rely more on external forces rather than your own abilities."
"Since you've taken me as your master, I can't just stand by and watch you go down the wrong path."
"These low-level living dead today are just right for you to practice on, to improve your magic ability. I think it's very suitable…"
As Ethan watched those living dead, they had already noticed their group.
At this moment, they were roaring and lunging toward them.
And yet, not only did Nostradamus not help, he kept muttering who knows what.
Ethan couldn't take it anymore. While pulling out his bow from his tail ring, he said, "Master, if you've got something to say, just say it!"
But the next second, Ethan realized the bow in his hand was gone.
Not only was the bow gone, even the tail ring on his hand, the backpack on his back, aside from the magic book that couldn't be taken away, everything on him had been stripped clean by Nostradamus, who said, "Simple!"
"I've decided this place will be your trial ground today. You can only use the Grand Fireball Technique to burn these things to death, one by one."
"And aside from one Sun Worm, I won't allow you to use any other external items. This is to improve your magical reserves, and to learn how to use the least amount of mana to cast a Grand Fireball, while targeting the monster's weak point and aiming to kill in one hit."
"Today, unless you're about to die, none of us will help you at all."
"What the hell!"
Ethan was completely stunned on the spot.
What kind of situation was this? He had clearly brought two Archmages here to show off.
How did it turn into his training ground in the blink of an eye?
This wasn't the result he wanted at all.
"Hey, Master, at least leave me a dragon bone blade!"
Unfortunately… When he turned his head, he discovered that at some unknown point, Nostradamus had already teleported the bone horse, the Sun Worms around him, and even the teapot containing the Genie Sylas, all onto a large tree several hundred meters away.
That expression, that attitude, was clearly one of people sitting back and waiting to watch a show.
That move… Left Ethan completely speechless.
Watching a whole group of living dead rushing toward him, Ethan had no choice but to hurriedly chant a spell. Soon, a Grand Fireball condensed in his hand.
Boom!
The Grand Fireball shot toward the closest living dead.
Only when the fireball got close did Ethan finally see clearly that this living dead was a half-decayed corpse. It still wore clothes that had been corroded into tatters.
And on its face, half rotten, Ethan could vaguely make out, this zombie had once been a human.
"ROAR!"
When the Grand Fireball slammed into the living dead's face, it didn't die on the spot. It merely staggered twice, then continued charging toward Ethan.
"Damn it!"
Ethan cursed.
He had always been used to using bows, all kinds of tools and weapons.
Only today, under Nostradamus's deliberate training, did he finally realize just how weak his magical attacks actually were.
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