Chapter 13: The Peculiar Fellow Selling Large Bones and Zombie Organs

Of course, the future holds promise, but that promise lies in the future. At least for now, Xiao Yang was still a struggling newcomer to the God Game.

Soon, Xiao Yang fully realized this fact—especially when he discovered that if he wanted to enter the Celestial Trading Zone next time, he would need to pay at least ten thousand spirit coins.

Spirit coins were a form of extraordinary currency introduced by the God Game and gradually accepted across the myriad worlds.

The problem was, how many spirit coins did Xiao Yang have on him? The answer was zero.

In Xiao Yang’s native dimension, the God Game hadn’t fully launched yet; it was stuck in a strange, lagging activation state. Many features were missing—such as material recycling, dungeons, daily quests—these miscellaneous systems that new players relied on to earn spirit coins. Xiao Yang hadn’t enjoyed any of these benefits.

And the prices in the Celestial Trading Zone were undeniably high. Potions, scrolls, equipment, companions, even professional licenses and rare materials: everything was available, but astonishingly expensive.

Take health potions for example—there were no weak-effect health potions for sale in this market. The cheapest health potion Xiao Yang had seen was a standard one without any debuffs.

Such a health potion typically cost fifteen hundred spirit coins per bottle. Although Xiao Yang was certain that even at that price, buying and consuming the potion to permanently increase his health cap would be worthwhile, the key problem was he couldn’t afford it.

Not even close.

Currently, the only way for Xiao Yang to earn spirit coins was to figure out how to sell something. And if he wanted to return to this place in seven days, he would need to come up with a plan to sell something and gather at least ten thousand spirit coins.

If he wanted to buy food and water, he had to sell something. If he wanted to grab some health potions to pump himself up into a bloodthirsty beast, he had to sell something.

But what could he possibly sell? Honestly, he did have some decent items.

Although most players in the Celestial Trading Zone were above level twenty, their mainstream equipment and items were still mostly blue or even green quality.

And coincidentally, Xiao Yang happened to have some blue and green gear in his possession.

Adventurer’s Bracers, Adventurer’s Boots, a Darklight Lantern, and the Screaming Chicken.

Selling any one of these could solve his problems. But if possible, Xiao Yang didn’t want to part with these items. Such a move would be like killing the goose that laid the golden eggs—looking only at the immediate gain and ignoring future prospects.

Of course, if he had no other choice, he might reluctantly sell the Screaming Chicken, but that would be a last resort.

How long had it been since Xiao Yang arrived in the Celestial Trading Zone, brimming with confidence after acquiring the Greed’s Jar? Not long, yet now he already wore a troubled expression.

Actually, there was another option: display the Greed’s Jar from his personal inventory, cause a sensation in the Celestial Trading Zone, sell it at an unprecedented price, and then never lack spirit coins or resources for a very long time.

But would Xiao Yang do that? Absolutely not. No way, no chance.

Not to mention anything else, his severe collector’s instinct simply would not allow him to part with the Greed’s Jar. That was utterly impossible.

So what now? The items he could sell, he was reluctant to; the items he wouldn’t sell, he couldn’t; and the items he couldn’t sell, probably no one wanted.

Lost in this dilemma, Xiao Yang decided to give it a try. Luckily, it seemed setting up a stall in the Celestial Trading Zone didn’t require any fees—he just needed to find an open space, sit down, and start shouting for business.

Of course, before shouting, he had to lay out his goods.

What did Xiao Yang have to sell?

Without hesitation, he began pulling out long white femur bones from his inventory. Soon, a half-sized pyramid of stacked bones stood before him. After a moment's thought, Xiao Yang stroked his chin.

A pyramid of bones alone wasn’t enough; it needed a more eye-catching façade.

He started pulling out higher-quality femur bones—these weren’t ordinary bones, but green, superior-grade ones. With one after another extracted, the small skeletal pyramid took shape. Satisfied with his creation, Xiao Yang nodded.

But his stall didn’t only have bones. Next, he took out zombie innards—heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—all meticulously arranged in neat sets of five on the stall.

Xiao Yang’s hands never stopped moving as he worked. Meanwhile, Little Bone quietly emerged from the shadows, sat beside him, and began pulling zombie innards out of his own pockets to hand to Xiao Yang.

When Xiao Yang paused, the scene took on a mildly grotesque air.

Still thinking, Xiao Yang continued pulling out a variety of miscellaneous items—many of which weren’t even graded materials: gold coins found in dungeons, a tin candlestick with intricate patterns, unreadable books, and bone fragments from the Skeleton Slayer.

He counted them all out—nothing else to sell.

Everything was ready. Xiao Yang stood behind his rather grim stall, with Little Bone crouching beside him.

One man and one bone eagerly awaited customers. Thus began Xiao Yang’s stall-selling career.

During the day, many people stopped in front of his stall, but they weren’t interested in the items laid out—they were all fixated on Little Bone.

Their gazes burned as they stared intently at the small companion.

“Is this follower for sale?”

Whenever this question arose, Little Bone would suddenly grow alert and secretly clutch Xiao Yang’s grimy clothes.

But Xiao Yang’s response was always firm and immediate—a straightforward refusal, no hesitation—no matter how much the buyer increased their offer.

Once, an undead player cloaked in a black robe even offered a sky-high price of one million spirit coins, but Xiao Yang rejected it without a moment’s pause.

To be clear, while Xiao Yang had once considered selling the Greed’s Jar, he had never once thought of selling Little Bone.

Little Bone was not merchandise.