Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

"I want to buy something suitable for the [Game Factory] dungeon. Can you recommend something? My budget is within 80,000 points."

Seeing Feng Lan, the little blue-brown pigeon sitting behind the counter pushed his glasses, and a hint of surprise flashed across his small black eyes. He didn't expect that this weak human actually snatched the invitation letter. Well, compared to last time, she seemed to have become much stronger.

"Cuckoo."

"[Game Factory]... You can't buy any good items with these points. You'd be better off grinding the three dimensions (strength, agility, and intelligence). Many dungeons in "[Game Factory]" will easily cause amnesia and items will be blocked. Only your own strength is the most important thing."

The little pigeon shook his head. Anything that could be used in an S-level copy had to be at least A-level or above. The price of those high-level items was only a fraction of what 80,000 points could buy. The little pigeon recommended potions to Feng Lan.

[Strength Potion: Permanent Strength +1] (1000 points)

[Agility Potion: Permanent Agility +1] (1000 points)

[Intelligence Potion: Permanent Intelligence +1] (1000 points)

[Life Potion: Increases health limit by 50 points. Only valid for players below level C] (1500 points)

[Lucky Pigeon Tears: Drink this to increase your luck by +1 within three hours] (5000 points)

[Red Potion No. 1: Permanent Strength +1, only valid for players below rank C] (999 points)

[Blue Potion No. 1: Permanent Agility +1, only valid for players below rank C] (999 points)

Feng Lan scrolled down and saw all kinds of potions that added three dimensions or temporary luck. Because her budget was limited, these potions could only be drunk once and would not be effective the second time. Since they were only effective the first time, they were relatively cheap.

"Cuckoo."

"You can't afford to spend gold to buy items above A-rank, so this is all you can rely on."

The little pigeon's meaning is very clear. The rich can use their points to buy enough props to pass the S-level copy, and they don't feel bad even if they use only one for a small copy. But you can't do that. You have limited points, so you can only rely on drinking potions and adding some three-dimensionality to cope with the situation.

Feng Lan: "..."

Is she a cheap person?

"How many points are there for an A-level item?"

Feng Lan asked unconvinced.

The little pigeon pushed up its glasses and sneered with its pointed beak. "50 points, starting point."

"...Then again, potions are much better than items with side effects."

Feng Lan spoke with a bit of sourness. She consoled herself by saying that A-level items definitely have side effects, like the clown mask she bought at a bargain price! Those A-level and S-level items definitely have side effects too. How could an average player handle them?

Little Pigeon did not deny Feng Lan's words. High-level props and players are originally a two-way choice. The more outstanding the props are, the more they have their own standards for choosing a master.

If the props are unwilling, even if you buy it at a sky-high price, the effect will not be very good. If the props are willing, they may even pay back the owner.

"Cuckoo."

"It's best not to drink more than four bottles of the same potion in one day. Your body won't be able to handle it and will explode."

Feng Lan calculated that he still had nine days left, and he could use eight days to adapt to the potion. There were 96 bottles, each worth 1000 points, which would only be 86,400 points with the discount... It would be better to train for seven days, as it would take time to adapt to the new strength.

—74,400 points.

Including some things bought at the magic shop, Feng Lan's points balance is still [22,735 points].

When Feng Lan was about to leave, she remembered something, rummaged around in the supermarket, and pulled out a blue and white feather.

"By the way, what is this for? Can I get a discount? The pigeon numbered 906 gave it to me."

Feng Lan stared at the blue-brown little pigeon with anticipation, hoping that it could give her a good answer.

The little blue-brown pigeon took the feather with some surprise and waved it gently. It was real. It looked at Feng Lan with a strange look.

From the abundant spatial force on its belly feathers, one can feel that this is a young pigeon with great spatial talent.

"Cuckoo..."