Finding supplies around the shelter was nearly impossible now.
Compressed biscuits could be lifesavers in a critical moment.
"One Fire Element Crystal Core for a pack,
or forty regular Crystal Cores for a pack."
Nina Jacobs hesitated for a moment before answering.
She noticed no unusual reactions from the crowd in front of her and breathed an inward sigh of relief.
’Looks like my price is reasonable,’ she thought.
Her "Heart of Strange Fire" often needed Fire Element Crystal Cores for replenishment.
The "Superpower Energy Stone" also needed to absorb Crystal Cores.
Most importantly, the system from her past life had a hidden title-triggering mission.
This mission required her to trade the supplies in her storage grid to complete it.
Compressed biscuits were supplies she had absolutely no use for.
Even Wayne Warner found this kind of food a bit disgusting.
But she knew they were also one of the most useful supplies in the apocalypse.
It was better to use them for trading.
"Forty Crystal Cores, I have them.
I’ll give you 120 for three packs."
Someone immediately took out a handful of regular Crystal Cores.
"Deal."
Nina Jacobs briskly handed the man three packs of compressed biscuits.
The crowd watched him with envy.
"York, you’re not a Superpower User. Where’d you get Crystal Cores?"
York, having successfully traded for the biscuits, chuckled.
"Who says you can’t have Crystal Cores if you’re not a Superpower User?
There are tons of zombie corpses outside with their Crystal Cores still inside.
It’s your own fault for being too scared to go out and take a risk."
Before the apocalypse, York had made a living by scavenging scrap. His intuition told him that these Crystal Cores would definitely be useful.
So whenever he had the chance, he would wander outside the checkpoint.
If he came across a zombie corpse, he’d crack open its skull to take a look. He’d actually gotten quite a few lucky finds that way.
"Fire Element Crystal Cores, I have a few here,
and these regular Crystal Cores. I’ll trade them all."
Just then, another man pushed his way through the crowd.
He looked strong and well-built. Nina Jacobs noticed that among the cores he took out were Mutated Crystal Cores of other elements.
"Alright, here are nine packs of compressed biscuits.
Please take them."
Nina Jacobs took the Crystal Cores from him, and the system sent another notification.
[Detected that the host has completed a supply trade. "The Doomsday Supplier" title has been triggered. 18 System Experience Points awarded!]
The earlier trade with York had yielded 6 Experience Points.
’It seems I get 2 Experience Points for every pack of compressed biscuits I trade.’
The system defined different Experience Point rewards for each type of supply.
At the same time, she also acquired more Crystal Cores. It was like killing two birds with one stone.
"Do you have any medicine for sale?"
the man asked after taking the compressed biscuits.
"Medicine? What kind?"
Nina Jacobs asked.
"Cough medicine."
the man said.
"Wayne Abbott, buying medicine for your wife again?
What a good husband, HAHAHA."
The laughter from the crowd was tinged with gloating and ridicule.
The man named Wayne Abbott ignored them and asked again, "Do you have any?"
"I do, but this medicine requires Mutated Crystal Cores in exchange."
Nina Jacobs took out a small brown bottle with no label.
It was a Healing Potion she had diluted to one-fifth of its original concentration.
She had prepared it back when she was killing zombies with Leo Hale and Chelsea Walsh.
"Okay, how many do you want?"
Wayne Abbott didn’t question it at all, taking out his Crystal Cores and preparing to count them.
"Four."
Nina Jacobs thought for a moment before replying.
"That bottle doesn’t even have a label. Are you some kind of scammer?"

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