The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

The night was deep, and on the beach of the Northern Coast, the bonfire burned slowly, illuminating the blooming Withered Wood Port.

Even though it was nominally a legitimate port, not a single ship was docked at the pier.

Not only that.

There were hardly any living residents here, except for the half-dead pirates and the undead who had been gone who knows how long.

Yet, despite this, the makeshift port was unusually lively, not at all lifeless due to being filled with the dead.

And the reason for this was all thanks to that open-air tavern built from rotten planks and sails, with a sign at the entrance reading "Blackbeard's Barrel."

Although most of the players portraying undead characters couldn't drink, this tavern was not just a place to drink; it was also the only NPC shop on the entire Gana Continent where you could quickly exchange the junk collected from the battlefield for Joss Paper, unless you wanted to pay the high teleportation cost to transport the collected junk to other NPC towns.

Currently, this uniquely styled tavern was managed by Ticky, a former pirate ship captain.

Having witnessed the might of the Demon King Army, Ticky had fully embraced his new faith, bowing down to Lord Demon King.

In consideration of his help to Lumier in completing the Teleportation Array, Luo Yan did not hold a grudge against him for attempting to attack his merchant ship. Not only did he forgive him, but he also gave him this new job.

Although Ticky wasn't interested in running a bar, he had nothing else to do at the moment, so he obediently accepted.

Besides, the task was quite easy.

He only needed to dress like a bar owner, sit cross-legged behind the bar, and recite a few unclear lines to the undead who came knocking—

Lines like "Hello, I am Ticky from the Imperial," and "Wouldn't it be cool to add Magic to bullets?"

According to Lord Demon King, this would enhance the immersion of the Great Graveyard's inhabitants.

As for collecting items, it was handled by the bar's staff, and he didn't have to worry about the payments.

Similarly, according to Lord Demon King, those "players" used a currency called Joss Paper, which was invisible most of the time and only needed to be paid in paper form at specific times, like when trading with other NPCs in unofficial settings.

Ticky couldn't understand these overly professional terms, nor could he comprehend. Who knew you could collect others' items without paying, something he believed only pirates would do?

But then he remembered his boss was the Demon King, and immediately it all made sense.

What seemed unfathomable on the surface might just be normal in the Great Graveyard.

Just as he was bored to the point of yawning, another player rushed into the store, slamming a pile of colorful trinkets onto the bar.

"Quick! Quick, tell me, how much can these things sell for?" The skeleton's mouth emitted a difficult-to-understand clattering sound, with the Soul Fire in its eyes flickering excitedly.

Though Ticky couldn't understand what the guy was saying, he wasn't an automaton after all; he could still understand the universal sign language of primates—this fellow came to sell junk.

Despite not being his job to purchase goods, out of professional habit, he instinctively glanced at the items on the table.

Except for a Gold Ring that caught his eye, the rest were things he wouldn't take even if they were given to him for free.

20 silver coins, no more.

Ticky estimated, giving a price in his mind he believed couldn't be any lower.

And just as he suspected, the Gold Ring was the most valuable item among the pile... but the price he quoted was still too high compared to Lord Demon King's bottom line.

The corpse ghost bartender responsible for receiving goods stared at the ring for a while, then spoke in a lifeless voice.

"50 Joss Paper."

"How much?!" The moment he heard the NPC's quote, the Soul Fire in that guy's eyes almost turned into a soul ring, and he immediately cursed, "Damn it! That's a rip-off!"

The corpse ghost responsible for receiving goods did not reply, simply maintaining a dead look, quietly staring at the "dead" standing in front of him, then glanced at the clueless boss beside him.

"It's set by our boss, take it or leave it."

The player grumbled a few curses but eventually sold the junk he held.

After all, no other players wanted the things he picked up, so he had to sell them at a low price to the NPC.

Thinking it over, other games seemed similar, with NPC stores usually offering purchasing prices worth less than a tenth of the selling price.

Thinking this, he immediately felt it wasn't such a waste, and with the Joss Paper he earned and some of his savings, he bought a bottle of low-level Magic Potion from a life professional player setting up a stall outside the tavern.

What a loyal young... uh, good undead?

Actually spending his own money to fight for Lord Demon King.

In the Imperial, only the recruit soldiers of Lord were like this, and most of them bought gear to save their lives, rarely did anyone spend their battlefield-earned money to buy precious magic potions.

With nothing else to do, Ticky kept observing that "player" until the latter left the open-air tavern and walked far away.

However, what he didn't know was that the loyal undead not only spent the money earned from selling loot on Lord Demon King but also added some of his own.

These were necessary investments for pioneering.