Fixed Star, inside the train.
Chen Mang turned off the "Kasha Daily" on the screen, got up, and walked to Car No. 2. He looked at the resources piled up like a small mountain in the Gate of Space, his lips couldn't help but curve upwards, as he opened his arms and took a deep breath.
The air was filled with a fragrant scent.
That was the smell of freedom.
The smell of sudden wealth.
He liked it.
All resources had already been synthesized to Level 10 resources by the "Kasha Civilization"; any one of them taken out would amount to 10 billion units, like this iron ore at his feet, which was a Level 10 Iron Ore.
He picked it up and examined it closely in his hand.
The appearance of Level 10 Iron Ore was very special.
Completely black, but vaguely translucent, with flames faintly visible burning inside. It didn't look like a piece of ore; more like a meticulously crafted piece of art, and merely holding it one could feel the immense energy contained within.
