I Can Bring In-game Items Out

Although they used various means, confident they could fight to the death with one of the large goblin armies,

they couldn't end the battle in a short time.

Once it happened, other goblin units would surely come to support, and the outcome of being surrounded was predictable.

As more than a dozen large units swept around the perimeter of the secret realm, players' losses became increasingly severe.

Gradually, many players gave up going out.

However, more players, especially new ones who had just entered and lacked a foundation or resources, had no other choice but to work for others here for meager pay, not even enough to repay the entry fee. Venturing out for fortune was the only path left.

Thus, various methods appeared, such as drone reconnaissance, bunker defense, and tunnel warfare for evasion.

This led to some players getting killed, but they laughed heartily upon resurrection.

Because even though they died, they earned enough before their demise to cover the resurrection and restoration costs, with some profit to spare.

With these experiences, going out again, even if dying in battle, unless extremely unlucky, they meticulously earned enough to cover resurrection and restoration costs.

Soon, smart players summarized their experiences, finding a day of fighting to the death with a large goblin army yielded two hundred thirty percent in returns.

A hundred percent was enough to cover resurrection and restoration costs.

So they released videos, gaining quite a few likes and rewards.

Such strategy guides sprang up like mushrooms after rain, with some authenticated and monetized posts.

Thus, time passed bit by bit.

The Master of the Goblin World gradually regained confidence, commanding his troops to crush those ants.

No matter how cunning they were, once targeted, they might cause headaches for a while, but could generally be eliminated eventually.

Such hard-won victories gave the Master of the Goblin World a sense of accomplishment.

Goblins even pushed their large armies to the secret realm's edge.

The Master of the Goblin World had thoughts of a full-scale attack.

However, considering his greatest leverage, the Golden Goblins, were all annihilated and recovering slowly,

and those dragons might have escaped into the secret realm, he abandoned the idea of eradicating the realm in one decisive battle.

Instead, he opted for a gradual encroachment for stability.

After all, the Dragon Secret Realm imposed significant suppression on them.

Unbeknownst to him, he missed a huge opportunity.

Now the Dragon Secret Realm had expanded greatly, with reduced suppression on outsiders due to the absence of dragons overseeing it. Relying on numbers, the odds for victory were significant if he went all in.

Unfortunately, he missed it.

Meanwhile, Small Knife was still wandering through the maze.

Tunnel warfare, mine warfare, air warfare, poison warfare—tactics combining these various strategies emerged.

A hundred ways to stash spoils.

The maximum yield in self-destruction.

The fastest mastery of the self-destruction cultivation technique analysis.

...!

Indeed, the players' wisdom was boundless.

Death was not frightening, as long as returns were substantial.

Simultaneously, players with goblin lineage emerged continually.

As long as it enhanced combat power, any usable things were utilized.

Wandering, Small Knife searched hard, unable to break through the maze walls. Sensing a secret chamber was challenging to pinpoint.

Moreover, experience was lost moment by moment.

Fortunately, his reserves were sufficient.

Not mentioning the substantial amount within the maze, his inherent reserves weren't depleted yet.

As for level reduction, it was merely to mislead the enemy.

Relying on that experience, he had long restored to full victory status.

Yet constant experience consumption kept his mood unpleasant.

Days passed, months turned.

Suddenly, Small Knife sighed in relief.

With the personal space resources and the support of his dispersed will into personal space,

the Giant Dragon Supreme Treasure finally recovered, including its artifact spirit.

The prolonged immersion stemmed from the explosion back then, assisting those dragons and conveying some information, otherwise, it wouldn't have been so.

This Supreme Treasure proved its worth.

Small Knife's brow and horn glowed faintly gold, casting a light golden sheen over his scales.

With the Supreme Treasure subjugating, experience consumption was directly reduced by ninety percent.

This allowed Small Knife to breathe a big sigh of relief.

The Supreme Treasure's issue not being powerful, it was that the other side used the whole World Core to suppress, which was already impressive.

Relying solely on its activation, Small Knife could completely shield against energy absorption from his body.

However, this was unsustainable, and not worthwhile.

Since it was unclear how long it might take to leave.

Now lacking the Master of the Goblin World's attention.

In a year, two years, Small Knife finally found the secret chamber.

Upon seeing it, he sighed in relief; this World Core suppression was indeed formidable.

He entered within.

Startling a few dragons who had become quite restless.

They had escaped the secret chamber several times, but the outside absorbed all their energy, forcing them back.

Luckily, the Master of the Goblin World had no time to pay attention here.

In these two years, the Master and players engaged in hide-and-seek, with each success bringing great satisfaction.

Though opponents were weak, their varied tactics were confounding.

This made the Master of the Goblin World feel he learned a lot.

Sadly, the goblins under him had stubborn minds. Though progressing, they lagged significantly.

Nevertheless, I, the Master of the Goblin World, improved.

Each time, regardless of the cunning antics of these ants, ultimately, under his command, victory was achieved, even encircling and killing several who stole Golden Goblin power.

Despite heavy losses, they encircled and killed, gaining ultimate victory.

Hmm, occasionally a few escaped, but it didn't mar his triumph.

Small Knife entered the secret chamber, with his unique horn glowing intensely.

Under this light, the other four dragons, except the weakest, immature Natural-type Giant Dragon, which lay down in submission, regarded him with hostility and skepticism.

Heads held high in obvious defiance of this unfamiliar dragon, unwilling to accept him as Master of Dragons.

Even if Small Knife had once saved them.

He swept a glance over them.

Foolish instincts.

Small Knife must individually defeat them, without using the Giant Dragon Supreme Treasure, to make them truly submit.

This submission merely acknowledged his status as King of the Dragons, making them obey would not be easy.

Dragons were inherently lazy, not creatures under orders.

In an instant, the horn on Small Knife's brow, King of the Dragons, shone with intense light.

Combining with Small Knife's dragon prestige, it immediately suppressed them.

Thud, thud.

Unprepared, the dragons all fell down, trembling instinctively, yet still growling defiantly.

The sound was full of defiance.

As if saying, relying on the Giant Dragon Supreme Treasure isn't real skill.

It takes a true challenge to matter.

Small Knife ignored them, attempted to open the personal space, and with a flick of his tail, drew it out.

Pulled each one into the personal space.

Entering into the personal space, the dragons felt the entire world suppressing them.

This was naturally the result of Small Knife's consciousness merging with the whole personal space.

Now extremely vast, the personal space's suppression rendered them immobile.

The personal space's will even corroded their bodies.

This was great, regardless of their submission, a little blood extraction was harmless.

Thus, the personal space's Daoist Soldiers received orders to step forward.

Using the giant syringe.

Injection after injection, accompanied by wails, soon the dragons grew weak.

But no worries.

The mini-world of Water Blue Star's specialties were already mass-produced for any entry.

Spirit Rice, Spirit Fruit, Spirit Grass and the like.

Batch feeding was done by forcing open their mouths.

The crane helped pry open wide mouths and stuffed in directly.

Dragons naturally had excellent digestion abilities.

These good things, dragons were certainly not unfamiliar with, having consumed higher-grade items.

However, such batch feeding of spirit plants was a rare opportunity.

Not to mention enhancing power, the effect of recovery was extremely rapid.

Of course, after recovery, the giant syringes came again.

Each batch of spirit plants was a single variety.

The reason was simple, to calculate which type of spirit plant provided the best cost-effectiveness.

Once mastered, nutritional meals would naturally be crafted.