Ming was tired.
He had used the random teleportation at least 50 times, and he still hadn't teleported to the African savannah area.
During this period, he had been to a volcanic island where volcanic ash had covered his body, an icy tundra where he was shivering from the cold, and even a snow mountain that had directly caused the frogs to hibernate.
At this moment, he was sitting on top of the Sphinx, a small wooden table propped up in front of him. He sat on the couch, sipping a beverage chilled by ice cubes from the tundra while admiring the solitary pyramids.
He planned to rest for a while and wait for the hibernating frogs to be awakened by the scorching sun.
[Your item in the Doomsday trading hall has been sold, and you have received 3000 gold coins.]
[Your item in the Doomsday trading hall has been sold, and you have received 3000 gold coins.]
[...]
"..."
The sudden notifications made Ming excited.
