Chapter 316

He didn't mention money at all.

Perfect—after selling the goods tomorrow, I'll pay him then.

Zhao Chi locked the door and threw himself straight into work.

Still the usual method.

Still crafting by referencing that gray success-rate data.

Soon, one Quick-Work Talisman's time expired.

Zhao Chi timed it perfectly, having already taken high-grade medicine in advance, topping his stamina and focus all the way up.

Only then did he exit crafting mode.

To his surprise, the moment he exited, he fell back into a state of dizziness, vertigo, and relentless nausea.

Exactly the same feeling as before, not the slightest bit better.

He hurried to check his status.

The Carefree Spring's bonus was still active.

Stamina and focus were indeed full.

So why did he still feel awful?

He endured the discomfort and carefully tried to sort it out.

Stamina was full, so there really wasn't that previous exhausted feeling.

Focus was full, and there was no drowsy feeling either.

Only the dizziness and nausea hadn't improved.

It seemed this was a higher-tier side effect brought on by the change in time flow.

It had little to do with his physical state.

In other words, for now he could only endure it?

Zhao Chi splashed some clean water on his face.

The awful feeling seemed to ease just a little.

Now with medicine on hand, he didn't need to sleep for the moment and could keep crafting.

But it was easy to imagine that after exiting crafting mode again later, this discomfort would grow even worse.

Damn it…

Zhao Chi steeled himself. Do it!

Ten minutes later.

Just as he'd figured.

Because this time he hadn't slept, but instead used another Quick-Work Talisman right away.

The result was that after this second one ended, the discomfort was extremely severe.

He immediately threw up into the trash can he'd brought with him.

He felt the room spinning.

He couldn't stand steady.

He checked his status—still full, maintained by taking medicine.

Again!

Even discomfort has its limits.

No matter how severe the vomiting, it's still just vomiting.

No matter how bad the vertigo, it's still just spinning.

As long as he could adapt to that limit, things would be easier from then on.

Anything can be adapted to.

Zhao Chi convinced himself and dove back in.

By the 6th time, he couldn't hold on any longer.

This time, even inside crafting mode, there was a strong sense of discomfort.

Both crafting mode and the Quick-Work Talisman dulled other unrelated sensations.

But this time it was so severe that even in that state, he was heavily affected.

The moment he exited, he collapsed onto the bed and passed out.

Four hours later, he woke up.

Still dizzy.

But much milder.

Uncomfortable as it was, today's efficiency was clearly a notch above yesterday's, and far above normal.

Although he'd slept for 4 hours, he'd burned through 6 Quick-Work Talismans before that, equivalent to 60 work hours.

Uncomfortable as it was, he was also delighted.

Then keep going.

Zhao Chi found that he really was getting used to it.

Now he could completely ignore the side effects of the first Quick-Work Talisman.

Starting from the second one, it only began to feel especially awful.

It was like cutting a small wound on your hand and finding it painful.

But if you then chopped off your leg, comparatively, your hand wouldn't seem to hurt as much.

That was exactly Zhao Chi's state.

It wasn't until past 6 a. m. on the second day that Zhao Chi had worked a cumulative total of 25 hours.

All 36 Quick-Work Talismans on his body were used up.

In all, he had produced 126 pairs of silk stockings.

They were all rough-quality items — super-improved silk stockings.

Zhao Chi walked back facing the morning sun.

He felt his steps were unsteady.

It seemed some villagers were greeting him, but Zhao Chi already couldn't react; he just slowly walked back.

His head seemed to have gone stiff.

It wouldn't affect his IQ, would it?

But in just over a day's time, he had produced 126 pairs of silk stockings, and this efficiency brought him tremendous joy.

That was 252 gold coins, after all.

Who could be unhappy?

Moreover, he had made another discovery.

Namely, no matter how miserable he felt, he could always keep the quality under control.

After all, the current technique was something he had figured out on his own.

Coupled with that gray success rate, it actually gave the silk stockings he made a quality guarantee.