Chapter 311: Looking for an Agent

The next moment, a torrent of data-like light flashed through Yang Da's eyes.

Countless pieces of information were instantly parsed, reorganized, and categorized.

A massive exchange list unfolded in the Void Realm.

Dense S-Rank Building entries came into view.

[Earth Spiritual Milk Source Nest]: 30,000 military merits

[enlightenment ancient tree]: 20,000 military merits

[War God Record]: 50 million military merits

[All-Phenomena Weapon Refining Furnace]: 20 million military merits

[Great Void Warship]: 500,000 military merits

[Goddess of Wisdom]: 60 million military merits

…

Rows of exchange information kept refreshing.

There were even quite a few names that Yang Fan had never even heard of.

Under Yang Da's organization,

Yang Fan quickly discovered that all the S-Rank Building units in his divine kingdom were in stock, except for the Eternal Corpse Mine.

There were even a large number of completely unknown high-tier buildings.

The data was so massive that Yang Fan needed the assistance of Intelligent Life to process it.

The moment he saw the exchange list, a trace of undisguised fervent heat flashed deep within Yang Fan's eyes.

Compared to the random acquisition method of auctions like the Dark Web, the military merit exchange System was undoubtedly more stable and systematic.

As long as one had enough military merits, you could directly "designate" any high-tier building you needed.

Whereas the Dark Web was more like gambling on luck.

Aside from resource-type buildings like the Earth Spiritual Milk Source Nest, those high-tier S-Rank Building units that could truly affect the structure of a divine kingdom often had to be fought over purely by luck.

"An S-Rank Building of the level of the War God Record has quite a high requirement for military merits."

Yang Fan spoke softly, "Yang Da, is there a fast way to obtain military merits?"

"Reporting to Master."

Yang Da immediately responded.

"Killing an Alien Demigod can be exchanged for 100,000 military merits. Killing a First-Order God of an alien race can be exchanged for 10 million military merits."

"As for wanting to obtain a large amount of military merits, the most primary method is to turn in Alien Divine Kingdom buildings."

"Especially buildings of S-Rank Building and above, their value is extremely high."

"The military merit rewards for some special buildings are even no less than killing an Alien God."

Hearing this, Yang Fan frowned slightly, "Turning in buildings…"

His gaze flickered.

"What do these Five Great Families want so many alien high-tier buildings for?"

"Even if they are loaded into the Human Race divine kingdom System, most of them might not be useful."

Speaking of this, Yang Fan suddenly thought of the Eternal Corpse Mine he had once obtained.

Back then, the federal supreme intelligent life had similarly suggested turning it in.

If it weren't for the fact that his divine kingdom happened to have the Zombie System, that building itself would have had almost zero utility value.

He pondered for a moment and finally shook his head.

Unable to figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.

Consciousness returned to reality.

Yang Fan did not rest; instead, he got up directly and left the villa.

After making a Breakthrough to a god, he would no longer feel tired.

At this moment, he was full of curiosity about everything on the Frontline, and naturally wanted to look around.

Soon, he came once again to the trading area he had passed by earlier.

Without Gu Jiuheng and Sima Tianci by his side, he casually walked into a shop.

A god inside the shop immediately greeted him, his face covered in smiles and his posture humble to the point of being ingratiating.

"Welcome, honored guest. I wonder what you need?"

"Medicinal Pills, weapons, spirit food, Materials—our shop has everything."

Yang Fan glanced at the other party and was somewhat surprised.

The Aura emanating from the other party was that of a Tier 3 God. If placed in Yang County, it would be enough to become a figure of a family head level.

Yet here, why was his status so low?

"I'm just looking around." Yang Fan spoke indifferently.

That god nodded hurriedly and didn't ask much more.

Yang Fan's gaze swept casually across the shelves, dazzling with all kinds of basic supplies.

"High-quality spirit rice, minimum sale of 1,000 tons, priced at 2.2 Divinity Points."

"Blood-Frenzy Pill (B-Rank), minimum sale of 10,000 pills, priced at 1 Divinity Point."

"Blood Wolf clan corpse (battlefield resource), minimum sale of 100 tons, priced at 3 Divinity Points."

…

The prices were dense and clear.

Yang Fan quickly converted them in his mind.

He found that the basic price levels here were indeed slightly higher than the outside world, roughly between 1.5 and 1.6 times.

However, to him, these prices were of little significance.

Without staying any longer, Yang Fan turned around and left directly.

These basic supplies would be purchased in batches by robots controlled by Yang Da.

He didn't need to waste time here, nor was there any need to compare prices one by one.

With his current scale of revenue, this level of resource flow would no longer affect decision-making.

Just as he continued forward, Yang Da's voice sounded in his mind.

"Master, the resource stars have finished purchasing."

"A total of forty Spirit Plant Stars and fifty mineral vein stars."

"The total procurement expenditure is about 10 trillion Divinity Points."

Yang Fan's footsteps did not stop, and his Divine Thought responded.

"Understood. Arrange for believers to station there subsequently and build the defense System simultaneously. You can handle it yourself."

"Yes, Master."

Afterward, Yang Fan headed toward the Demigod stationing zone.

He had no intention of following Gu Xuanting's arrangement to stay safely in the rear for ten years.

For the Divine Kingdom Core of the alien race, Yang Fan could no longer wait.

However, he was not a reckless person.

He remembered Gu Jiuheng's words very clearly; his true body could not step into the Frontline battlefield.

He would not violate this point.

That being the case, there was only one safest method—an agent war.

The Demigod stationing zone was much livelier than the god residential area.

There were no grandiose buildings here, only rows of high-density prefabricated houses squeezed tightly together.

It was like a compressed city.

And almost none of the demigods here rested inside their rooms.

Many people sat cross-legged directly at their doorways.

As if waiting for "business" to knock.

"This god lord!"

A demigod hurried forward, his expression respectful yet unable to hide his eagerness.

"My divine kingdom talent is D-Rank 'tendons and bones', and my believers have extremely strong Physical Body!"

"Their frontal combat capability is quite good!"

"For just 10,000 Divinity Points, I can sign a short-term Subordinate God Contract with you to help you win a Divine Kingdom War!"

The First-Order God opposite him frowned slightly.

"10,000? Too high."

"Your talent is not worth this price."

The demigod immediately said, "9,000!"

The god still shook his head, "Still high."

"8,000!" The demigod practically blurted out through clenched teeth.

The god pondered for a moment.

"Very well."

"What about subsequent warfare resources?"

The demigod immediately responded.

"A resource quota of 6,000 Divinity Points."

"No restrictions on food, weapons, or defensive buildings."

"Settled according to the Frontline guidance price."

Only then did the god nod, "Alright, sign the contract."

As the words fell, a look of wild joy instantly appeared on the demigod's face.

His talent was too poor, and he hadn't signed a contract with a god for a long time. If this continued, where would he get resources to develop his divine kingdom?

8,000 Divinity Points were 800 billion Faith Points. To him, this was already quite a lot.

Doing divine kingdom investments step-by-step in the outside world, who knows how many years it would take to earn such income.

Huge profits naturally came with huge risks; after all, Divine Kingdom War with alien races were all matters of risking one's life.

Within the encampment, transactions like this could be seen everywhere.

Gods were selecting demigods.

Demigods were promoting themselves.

Bargaining had almost become an everyday occurrence.

Yang Fan swept his gaze around, his eyes moving slightly.

The order here was completely different from what he had imagined.

Gods did not have absolute repressive power, nor were demigods pure slaves.

It was more like a cooperative relationship constrained by rules.

You provide resources, and I risk my life for you.

Simple, direct, and even somewhat cold, but exceptionally clear.

Even if a god felt their heart ache upon hearing the quote, no one dared to truly use force to suppress the price.

It was as if an invisible layer of rules was restricting the boundaries of both sides.