Otherwise, not keeping the spoils all to myself could avoid unnecessary trouble.
Many hunters came here for this space, the entrance fee of twenty thousand, although substantial for ordinary people,
Was still a small investment that could yield large returns.
The output from the Greedy Mining Well was considerable.
Skill Cards, rare ores, werewolf materials, ancient potion formulas...
If they could get a Skill Card, twenty thousand could turn into a million.
Or they could win rare materials, special items, etc. from the lottery.
The higher the disaster level of the space, the better the rewards at the end would be.
There was no lack of such luck, where people got rare things through the lottery, even though their completion evaluation was low.
They became rich overnight.
Thinking about those lucky ones, Leonard Churchill glanced at the girl with the bun hairstyle standing in front of him with a slightly strange expression.
