The Loach left the Sky Shuttle in high spirits.
'Ten shed scales for a divine object—who wouldn't make a trade like that?'
Mo Ling stared, dumbfounded.
The Sky Shuttle's trades were far too reasonable for the creatures of the Sea of Creation. There was no price gouging, and the cost of a trade even varied for different races. No wonder these creatures were willing to abide by human rules.
'So, is that electronic screen just an online store?' Mo Ling thought, recalling the Loach's conversation with it. The exchange felt oddly familiar, just like the online shopping humans knew so well.
'It's an online store that simulates items based on customer requests, intelligently matching the strange demands of the Abyssal Races to find the perfect products.'
'That's why they can always find what the customer wants, no matter how abstract the request. With humanity's production capabilities, they can manufacture anything.'
'Such is the gap in technology.'
