A 2 day gathering (2)- Am I dying?
While the 41st wave was going on, William was looking at the items on the only table he had on the ground floor.
'There is fucking nothing,' William grumbled, all the items he had were the things he either felt were going to be of use later or things that he had a use for in the present.
His gaze fell on the crimson-red gem on the table, it had been on the table for as long as William could remember. The first-ever drop he had gotten from a monster.
William had already stopped checking the drops from the monsters some waves ago, the little red gem made him want to look at the battlefield again only to find that the wave was still going on.
The only surplus he had was the bags of water, the only thing that he got every few waves, and even if the water stopped coming in, he would have no problem for a month at least.
'The only option I have is to make a trade relation of the potions with someone.'