Kapitel 1227: Living

Meng Tian paid out some time from the wristband in exchange for a large amount of supplies from the black man, which the team urgently needed.

It was just that, for some reason, on the black man's wrist… there was no wristband.

He had come to planet Oracle willingly and had already been here for a long time. Every year, there would be people sent here. There were convicts on death row, people from the Underworld, even adventurers, and let's not forget those disciples in training from various ancient martial arts worlds. There were all kinds of reasons, but they all had a common point: they were strong. Of course, those who wore the timed wristbands were forced to be here, and they were more tragic.

The "time" on the wristband that was counting down, which Meng Tian and the others needed to extend, was also useful for them. It was like a currency, in fact, where it could be used for various kinds of transactions.