Lord of the Nation: My Game Experience Can Be Monetized

Xie Sanliang, a game operator and part-time bookworm in his previous life, woke up and was thrown into the world of lords of all races. Others were panicking, so he flipped through the menu first - the altar was the card drawing pool, the spiritual vein was the resource field, and the public screen was the scene of a large car rollover. On the first day of service, some people were fined for private transactions, some organized groups and were exiled, and some cursed at gray slimes. He silently drew an orange card, turned around and squatted into the auction house. "Everyone is new? No one understands prices? No one understands the rules?" This is not called survival. This is called information gap arbitrage. While others were still worrying about a bite to eat, he had already made his first pot of gold by reselling. When others formed cliques and were sanctioned by the system, he carved a way out of the auction house by relying on his ability to understand planning, calculate accounts, and pick up omissions by reading descriptions. But Xie Sanliang didn't expect that the rules of this world were far deeper than any game he had ever played. And the man on the public screen who only utters periods is becoming the biggest mystery in the entire server. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.