Although tempted, he didn't pause for a moment.
Because these gains were nothing compared to the agency's profits. Nowadays, agents were selling all kinds of valuable gear, items, experience enhancers, and limit-breaking Witch Medicine. The news had already spread.
As a result, once the tribes had agents, power followed money.
The overall player strength was increasing rapidly.
While many people decried the unfairness, did it matter?
This not only greatly boosted the players' strength in various tribes but also made the agents strike it rich.
He finally charged forward, with the agent's opportunity in sight.
"Sorry! The Rock Python Tribe already has an agent." With just a sentence, Small Knife kicked this player, who had just ascended to paradise, back into hell.
"How is that possible?" He was incredulous.
But he reacted quickly, immediately turning to run.
No hope for becoming an agent, on to complete the quest.
