I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

"The number of craftsmen is also a kind of foundation; what can they do if they don't have as many craftsmen as us?"

According to the rules, a maximum of 100 craftsmen can participate at a time, but if inspiration runs dry, substitutes can replace them. This way, all five hundred craftsmen can take turns.

Stormbrew listened and found it made some sense, glancing at the elderly Stranger who was fiddling with his phone.

The old man was speechless, "You decide for yourselves! It's your civilization's internal matter, don't drag me into it! And don't expect me to participate in producing that garbage!"

"Then let's do it this way," Stormbrew gritted his teeth and decided to go ahead with this strategy.

...

Time flew quickly, and after the dwarf craftsmen adopted the strategy of winning with quantity, they finally managed to sell their goods.

Even though most of the items were below 0.1 Spirit Essence, they still added up over time.

For each major race, the basic skills of the dwarf craftsmen were indeed quite decent, and the opportunity to purchase cheaply was indeed very rare.

The transaction volume slowly exceeded 220 Spirit Essence, which was truly a product of wisdom and sweat. All five hundred dwarf craftsmen worked tirelessly to create junk. With over one thousand five hundred pieces of junk, they exhausted themselves to earn this bit of revenue!

"Everyone worked hard, this number is already very good! We still have two days left, let's watch the humans' performance."

After all, most weaker races only had single-digit annual productivity in Spirit Essence, so 220 Spirit Essence was quite impressive.

However, strangely, the human craftsmen were actually forging complex and expensive large items! This phenomenon confused the dwarves; the purchasing power of these races was truly garbage. Aren't you afraid you won't be able to sell them?

A few civilizations inclined towards Green Grass City looked vaguely worried.

"It's already the sixth day..." Ta Gang and the leaders of three other human cities gathered together, looking troubled, "What are they up to? All the craftsmen are making large items... Are they trying to make us brush transaction volume?"

"Don't worry, even if this round is lost, the Green Market won't fall," the leader of another city, Maige City, shook his head, "In the second cosmic anomaly war, Green Grass City already showed their foundation. As long as that Dragon remains undying, the market's popularity won't dissipate."

"Yeah, it's said that the Dragon is only in its youth and will continue to grow."

"That is definitely the first anomaly of the Northern Territory. Just this title alone will continuously attract customers, not to mention the material industry of Green Grass City is indeed not bad."

"From this perspective, the strategic objective of the Dwarf Clan has already failed. Their current goal is just to channel traffic to their own market, and it is already impossible to ruin the reputation of the Green Market."

These people clarified the situation in a few words.

But if the third round turns into a crushing defeat... Ta Gang still felt a bit anxious.

"Reporting to the Lord, the human craftsmen have completed their goods!" A subordinate brought the report.

He immediately brightened up, "Let's go, take a look."

Everyone was already aware of what the dwarf craftsmen were forging, and gradually lost interest; the haphazard transaction volumes of those small items were at most 250 Spirit Essence.

At this moment, hearing that the humans finally delivered, everyone rushed en masse to the forging grounds of Green Grass City.

The human craftsman was drenched in sweat, his face pale and slumped in the chair, clearly exhausted beyond measure.

And the item he created was quite magical—it looked like an exquisitely rustic green flowerpot, with a lifelike small tree carved above it, the lush leaves appearing as if water could drip from them.