Mcgee opened the system's chat channel, wanting to see the situation of the other Beast Masters.

By this time, the world channel was no longer as lively as before.

However, the speed of the spamming was still too fast for the eyes to take in.

"Buying all kinds of crystal cores, blueprints, furs, and some novel gadgets at a high price!"

"Selling all kinds of fruits, meat, and fish. The quantity is the best!"

These messages were all sent by a Beast Master named Isaac Romon.

Mcgee remembered that this person was also in the middle of the ranking list.

"F*ck! This peddler is out to scam people again!"

"As expected, Jews were good at business. Now that they see an opportunity, they're here to take advantage of the situation!"

"There's no other way. Now that everyone is greatly weakened and in desperate need of food, we can only let him slaughter us!"

"Immoral people that make money from war!"

Although the channel was filled with curses, many people sent out requests for an exchange to Romon.

In a lush valley, Romon was looking at the food sold at high prices with a face full of excitement. As early as yesterday morning, Romon had sold all kinds of stone and wood that he had bought at a low price the day before yesterday at a high price and exchanged them for a large amount of food.

At that time, many Beast Masters, to successfully defend against the attacks of the violent dogs, had exchanged their food at a high price for many wood and stone materials to build defensive facilities.

Now that the crisis had passed, the Beast Masters were once again in a dire situation where their vitality was greatly damaged, and their food was in short supply.

At this time, Roman, who was formerly a business tycoon, stood out again.

He sold the food that he had exchanged for wood and stone yesterday at a high price and once again made a huge profit!

As expected, there was no such thing as a profiteer!

As expected of the title of manager, Isaac Romon was indeed a genius manager.

...

At this time, much new news appeared, and it seemed to be about another person.

"Is Sister Irene of the Society of Charity here? Unfortunately, my tamed beast has suffered a severe injury. Can you provide me with some help? I beg you!"

"Sister Irene just treated my beast yesterday. I don't know where she is now."

"As expected, there are still good people in this world!"

"Sister Irene is good, but she is too talkative. She dragged me to talk all night yesterday and insisted that I join the Society of Charity."

"What is the Society of Charity?"

"A utopian organization. It advocates that the old, the weak, women, and children, these vulnerable groups, help each other survive together in this difficult world. Everyone can move their homes to the vicinity of Sister Irene and get the protection of Sister Irene."

"From now on, it will be men farming and women weaving. So they will be self-sufficient and have ample food and clothing."

"Long live the Society of Charity! Long live Sister Irene!"

"From now on, there will be no torch. I am the only light!"

In the message, the slogan of the Society of Charity had just appeared.

Like some secret signal, a large number of identical comments immediately flooded in.

"From now on, there will be no torch. I am the only light!"

Obviously, in just a few days, this social group organized by Sister Irene had begun to take shape.

Such strong leadership that could unite people's hearts also made Mcgee somewhat surprised.

No wonder she could occupy a place on the ranking list.

...

Another message appeared in the chat zone. It turned out that someone remembered Mcgee, who had dominated the entire trading community two days ago.

"Oh right, why haven't I seen big brother Mcgee lately? Unfortunately, his name isn't on the leaderboards either."

"Did big brother Mcgee cool down?"

"Impossible. Even if you cool down, big brother Mcgee won't cool down."

"I still remember the night big brother Mcgee sent us the fire. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have survived that night."

"That's right. I will always remember his kindness. If there's a chance, I will definitely repay him properly."

"That anonymous person on the leaderboard..."

At this moment, someone in the communication community suddenly sent a message in bold red font. "F*ck! Just now, a man named Lucas took his beast and beat me up. Not only that, he even forcefully took away my beast!"

"What? There's such a thing!"

"Now that we've just ended the big battle, almost all of our strengths have been greatly damaged. Who can stop this person from robbing us at this time!"

"Is it that Lucas who tried to trick us of our tamed beasts last time? This guy is tough to deal with. Seeing that he can't trick us, he directly started to rob us!"

"Sigh, I feel that it's already challenging for me to hold on any longer."

"Come on, we have already lived until now. How can we give up so easily!"

...

Mcgee closed the chatbox.

It seemed that every player had their own way of living.

The title displayed on the leaderboard would be an indication.

The little Spirit Fox, who was lying next to him advancing, suddenly moved.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes with her front paws and slowly woke up.

[System Notification: Your Spirit Fox has successfully advanced!]