Poverty makes me capable of anything.

He was wearing a sandy yellow tight-fitting leather jacket, and to make it easier to dive deep into the sand, he simply shaved his head to avoid the discomfort of emerging from the water each time.

"We've finally gotten close to them. Let's go check out the situation while they're away."

The bald man pulled his body out of the sand. His hands seemed to have a very special ability; the rolling quicksand instantly solidified when touched by his palms, and he took the opportunity to crawl out.

"With this ability, you're practically a master of silliness."

The bald man had only taken two steps when a sigh suddenly came from in front of the yellow man.

How can it be?

He clearly didn't see anything. Although the sandstorm was strong, it shouldn't be so bad that there wasn't even a shadow of a person in sight.

This is the power of the mental type!

Maggie, a mentally unstable NPC, is completely seen through by An Ran, both physically and in terms of her abilities.

A music theorist who gradually grows to level 45 will acquire an intermediate skill called "Illusion Filling".

It can fill the target's field of vision with similar illusions.

An Ran called out "Ma Qi" and subconsciously unleashed her skill.

Then there's Ella's loli-locked-male character!

Click, click.

Sensing something was wrong, the bald man, who was about to burrow into the sand, discovered that his waist was bound by a bent metal ring. Strangely, the metal ring fit his waist perfectly, making it impossible for him to break free.

"Who is it? Come out, come out!"

"As you wish."

An Ran shoveled at the sand sculpture master.

The dark phantom terrified the sand sculpture master, who was unable to break free, causing his adrenaline to surge and his shovel to pierce the sand, grazing the sole of his shoe.

He didn't die.

call.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but the relief was short-lived. The temperature under his feet suddenly rose, as if he were standing on a red-hot iron plate.

"Ah, oh, oh, ah..."

People who couldn't dance before have learned to dance.

"Don't panic, I just want to ask you something!"

Damn, that sounds so familiar.

The master of silliness aptly remarked, "Ask away, ask away, go ahead and ask."

During the questioning, An Ran learned that the sand sculpture master's name was Mo Shahe, an indigenous resident of the planet Bapulo, and his special ability was called "Sand Like a Spring".

It has an extremely high affinity for sand, can manipulate quicksand, and can make sand solidify instantly. It can swim naked in the sand without harming the chicken. The reason for wearing clothes is for heat insulation. After all, the sand won't cut the chicken, but the scalding temperature can still be used to make sand-braised chicken.

He came here because he had accepted Boswell's mission to gather information about a suspicious person.

The leader of the Boswell Pirates was named Boswell.

Unlike the Roth brothers of the Eclipse Pirates, Boswell distrusts players to an extreme degree, even advocating for the expulsion of all these outsiders, arguing that they only care about profit.

"Ok?"

An Ran was completely bewildered.

Aren't pirates all about profit?

Okay, that's not the point.

The key point is that she knows Boswell will be a huge obstacle, while the Eclipse Pirates seem like someone she can have a good talk with.

My thoughts are gradually becoming clearer.

"I've said everything I needed to say. I'm just someone who gets paid to do a job. Please forgive me," Mo Shahe pleaded.

“Actually, when I said you’re a master of silliness, I wasn’t insulting you,” An Ran said.

"?"

"If you have the ability to make and sell sand sculptures, you could make a lot of money, especially among strangers. They like it and are willing to spend money on it. Instead of risking your life to gather information for others, why not change your approach?"

Moshahe's ability has too many limitations. It's perfect for an environment like Bapulo, but what if he were in a city...?

In short, finding another way to make a living is a good thing.

"Making sand sculptures can make you a lot of money. Join me, and I can help you open up trade routes to the entire empire, so we can all get rich together!"

Mo Shahe seemed to be deep in thought.

If sand sculptures could actually be sold, it would indeed be a profitable business, but the problem is—

"I'm not good at being silly."

"Can't you learn? As long as you're willing to learn, what's there to be afraid of not becoming a silly person?"

Why do I feel like you're insulting me?

Mo Shahe's mouth twitched.

"I'll let you go back this time. You can come find me when you've thought things through."

"Then how do I find you?" Mo Shahe asked.

You'll find out in a while.

An Ran had Ella loosen the metal clasp, and while Mo Shahe wasn't looking, she quietly attached the nanoscale detection robot to Mo Shahe's body.

Freed from constraints, Mo Shahe, despite his inner turmoil, no longer wanted to stay there. With a hint of wariness, he suddenly burrowed into the sand.

"Level 42, even if you kill it now, you'll only get 10,000 experience points. It's too weak."

Chapter 09 Pirate Alliance

Thohir brought back a robot.

Moreover, she is a very beautiful robot, the kind that makes you want to pounce on her the moment you see her.

The news quickly spread throughout the Federation's temporary camp.

NPCs and players alike watched from a distance.

NPC: Where did you buy such a beautiful robot? I want one to take home and warm my bed.

You're saying robots are cold? Can't they at least have a heating function?

Player: There must be something fishy about this; it might be some hidden plot.

“I saw it; those people from Lingyun Pavilion went out with Thohir.”

"How did they end up with Thohir again?"

"Weren't they always following Thohir around?"

"Damn it, they initially sided with the Rovey and Rone brothers."

"what?"

"Planting spies, huh? Hmm, let's go, let's threaten them and make them tell us everything they know."

"Don't spread this around. It's fine as long as it's just a few of us who know. The more people who know, the more people will benefit from it."

……

The Federation's temporary camp was located below a large rift valley, which felt like returning to a familiar place, but Baplo was much larger than 1886, and the scenery in the canyon was even more bizarre.

He told 002 to wait on a promontory in the canyon, and then Thohir led his men into a makeshift cave.

The wait wasn't boring, because soon someone who couldn't sit still would come up and ask: "Can I ask you a question? How much does a robot like you cost?"

“You can’t afford it, you poor bastard,” said Number 002.

"How could that be? Over the years, I've made at least eight figures in money."

"Only eight figures? You really can't afford it."

"Damn it!" the pirate roared, "Even the prettier robots from the Mechlove Corporation only cost 800 million Piru. What are you, a robot, trying to pull off in front of me? I'll tear you apart and see if you dare to do it again..."

His response was a sudden, powerful attack from Number 002, whose rapid punch sent him flying.

"Stop nagging, if you can't afford it, go away."

Holy crap.

The people around were immediately shocked. This robot was not only strong, but also so arrogant! It actually dared to come to the Pirate Alliance's headquarters to beat people up.

"Damn it, brothers, tear her apart!" The pirate, who had gotten up from the ground, was furious.

However, only three people responded to his shout, all of whom were from Boswell, while most of the others were from the Eclipse Pirates.

An Ran's reconnaissance skills allowed her to see all this information clearly.

The pirate's face immediately turned ugly.

This division is far too severe; a direct confrontation seems utterly impossible.

The commotion outside quickly attracted the attention of those inside.

Thohir rushed out with one person in tow.

"What's all the fuss about? If you're not good enough, just practice more."

After a few angry words, the man next to Thohir frowned and said to Number 002, "We understand why you're here. Come with me."

Thohir nodded toward Number 002.

The people around dispersed, and Number 002 followed Thohir and the others into the cave.

It's a hidden paradise.

After circling around a few times, Number 002 arrived at a spacious and bright room. Behind the 120-degree curved round table, there were already quite a few people sitting. Among them, a man with a thick mustache stared at Number 002 with unfriendly eyes.

Do job seekers have to go on stage and introduce themselves to a group of big shots during an interview?

But I'm not some pushover either. Even if you guys gather a team of thousands on Baplo and try to beat me up, it's hard to say who will win in the end.