From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

The conference was held in a military camp from the S-Union era on the outskirts of St. Petersburg.

Today, the military camp has long been abandoned, and the huge warehouse has been reused. The organizers of the conference even hired Mao's military to patrol the perimeter. It is unknown how they managed to do that.

After verifying their identities, Xiao Miao and his group of four arrived at the warehouse door. The soldiers on guard slowly opened the door, and a lively discussion immediately followed.

Looking around, the huge warehouse was divided into small rooms, each of which was like a stall. Most people covered their heads and faces, but their enthusiasm for shopping was not diminished at all.

Xiao Miao and the other three also wore masks and sunglasses, blending into the eerie yet lively atmosphere.

In the room closest to the four people, the customer and the owner were haggling over the price.

"One point of Destiny can only be exchanged for one million? This exchange rate is outrageous! Is it in US dollars?"

"Watashi is saying the yen is going to crash."

"So you're a Japanese person who seems to be doing quite well... Goodbye!"

In another room, two stall owners were smoking and chatting, with cardboard signs in front of them depicting red and blue medicine bottles. A customer walked into the room.

"Is business going well for you two brothers?"

The two stall owners looked at the customers but didn't say anything.

The customer continued to ask, "How much is a bottle of your basic recovery potion?"

"Fifty Fate Values ​​for one bottle."

"Holy crap!" the customer exclaimed in surprise. "Is this glass bottle made of gold, or is the medicine made of gold?"

The two shop owners exchanged a glance, then turned and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Take it or leave it. If not, get out of here and don't delay other people from buying things."

"How can you do business like this?" The customer was furious, clenching his fists and his chest heaving.

"So what if this is my attitude?"

"You... Hmph!" The customer's lips twitched a few times, but he ultimately held back, turned around, and quickly left.

"Ha, cowards." The two bosses sneered and continued smoking and chatting.

They naturally have the confidence to do so.

Most of the Skywalkers who set up stalls at the venue were people with decent talent who planned to continue traversing the heavens and grow stronger through blood and fire.

Among the customers, the majority decided to defect. These people were generally of average talent and had lost their fighting spirit and drive. They resigned themselves to their fate and decided to leave the main world to eke out a living.

The two brothers who sold medicine despised the defectors, considering them a bunch of cowards, and naturally didn't believe that cowards would resort to violence over a verbal dispute.

Xiao Miao saw through the brothers' thoughts, but he dared not agree with them.

The instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm is inherent in all living beings. If one lacks talent, knowing that the myriad worlds are fraught with danger, yet still stubbornly rushing forward is not courage but foolishness.

Recognizing the harsh reality in time and making a clean getaway at the most opportune moment is a manifestation of survival wisdom.

For the Skywalkers, this Killer Universe is indeed a very good 'retirement' world, at least much safer than the main world.

After wandering around for a while, the three of them each bought a few things, while Xiao Miao didn't find anything he liked and didn't buy anything.

The three of them assumed he was short of money and was afraid Xiao Miao would ask him for a loan, so they pretended not to see anything.

The four returned to the hotel, and Xiao Miao left without saying goodbye. He changed his clothes and returned to the conference venue, spending 10 Destiny Points to rent a booth to set up a stall.

[Exchange Destiny Points for the world's currency]

[Exchange Destiny Points for Mainland Hotel Coins]

[Selling miscellaneous items]

Xiao Miao simply wrote down the business details on the signboard and waited for customers to come to her shop.

Soon, the first customer appeared. After seeing what Xiao Miao had written, he immediately asked, "What is the exchange rate between your Destiny Points and the currency of this world?"

"1:100000" Xiao Miao answered immediately.

The customer immediately became alert: "It's not Japanese yen, is it?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm talking about US dollars." This was the result of Xiao Miao's research that morning.

There was no fixed exchange rate, but Xiao Miao's offer was slightly higher than the highest bidder's, aiming for low profit margins and high sales volume.

The Destiny Points held by the defector Skywalkers are limited and are available on a first-come, first-served basis. As their Destiny Points dwindle, the exchange rate will only continue to rise.

"One to one hundred thousand? Give me one million US dollars first. How about the mainland hotel gold coins and other items?"

Xiao Miao pulled out a notebook containing a list of miscellaneous items he considered useless, such as the mysterious blue pills from French male dancers and band-aids.

Xiao Miao thought that useless junk would be hard to sell, since these things could not enhance strength and did not have important functions like magic potions. They would probably just be decorations if bought.

Surprisingly, some of the miscellaneous items sold very well.

The original tactical holster, in particular, caused a scramble among three people, and was eventually bought by one of them for a high price of 100 Fate Points.

Xiao Miao found this hard to understand and could only conclude that it was caused by sexual repression.

Xiao Miao's shop spread among the defectors, and soon a crowd gathered at the door of the cubicle. Dollars and gold coins disappeared rapidly, while small amounts of Destiny Points kept coming in.

By the time Xiao Miao closed his stall that evening, he had earned over a thousand Destiny Points.

The next day, the number of people queuing at the entrance increased rather than decreased.

Seeing this, other merchants raised their exchange rates, and Xiao Miao followed suit, attracting hostile stares from many.

"Know when to stop. I advise you not to raise prices maliciously," someone threatened coldly.

Xiao Miao remained completely unfazed: "That's how I, Li Feiyu, do things. If you're not happy, just shut up."

"You... are very good!" The man was quite angry, his mask kept bulging and denting, and in the end, he could only increase the exchange rate again.

By the end of the second day, including the miscellaneous items sold, Xiao Miao had earned over two thousand Destiny Points. Combined with the results of the first day, his total gain was three thousand one hundred and eighty-five points.

After deducting the 20 points spent on setting up a stall over two days, the current account balance is 3210 points.

A huge windfall!

It feels so good to have a full wallet.

The third day was the day of the defection conference, and the organizer finally showed up; he was a middle-aged man with European features.

He claimed that everyone was from the main world and that even if the panel was disconnected, they should stick together for warmth. He had built an absolutely safe website and hoped that everyone would register as a member, as there would be many benefits.

Of course, registration slots are only available to defectors. Everyone has basically used up their Destiny Points, so it's time to use the World Mission mechanism to disconnect.

As for what happened next, the defectors did not welcome anyone else to participate. Xiao Miao and the other Skywalkers were driven out of the warehouse, but the others did not care and left one after another.

Anyway, I've already earned enough Fate Points.

Xiao Miao turned to leave, and just as he stepped out of the warehouse, a fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and a short figure flashed past him.

Xiao Miao reacted extremely quickly, his energy tentacles instantly extending from his body. Before they even emerged from his clothes, the latter's body trembled twice, and he hurriedly created distance, fleeing as fast as a startled rabbit.

A piece of paper was floating in the air.

Xiao Miao released the pistol from his pocket and caught the note, finding an address and time on it.

"Does this mean they're inviting me to a 'private deal'?"

Xiao Miao, skilled and daring, decided to go and see what was going on.

Behind him, three furtive figures huddled together, seemingly talking about something.

A few minutes later, Xiao Miao drove back to the city of St. Petersburg, with a black car following far behind, followed by three sedans.