Evanov wasted no time in responding, his voice filled with curiosity as he questioned, "Brother, what exactly do you mean by that?"0

The rare ore, known as plutium, boasted exceptional hardness and durability while remaining surprisingly lightweight. This unique property made it the primary material for the microchips implanted in the necks of humans within the Yurgian Continent. However, this was the standard practice in their world.0

For Davey, plutium represented a critical component for his project in the Heins Territory. Although plutium's toughness paled in comparison to metals like mithril, adamantium, or orichalcum, it remained a mysterious metal with an array of distinctive characteristics.1

"A ton of pure plutium... That's a substantial quantity. We simply cannot afford it. Even if we commit to a continuous supply, we cannot accurately estimate how long it would take to fulfill such an amount. It's just too much," Ocean, the middle-aged man, muttered in a resolute tone.0

"Consider this, the quantity you're requesting is nearly equivalent to the consumption of an entire city over a quarter. Regardless of the importance of the matter, when we assess the cost-benefit, it just doesn't add up."1

"I understand that. Given its lightweight nature, the required quantity is undeniably substantial, and it doesn't make economic sense for you."1

Upon hearing this, Ocean turned to Davey and inquired, "If you are already aware of these facts, why are you making such an unreasonable demand? We might indeed have a plutium mine beneath this survival base, but at best, we can mine around 500-800 grams per day. Considering its location within a residential area, we cannot exceed a kilogram a day."0

"That's consistent with the information I received."0

"No matter how you look at it, these negotiations are destined for disagreement."0

"I have not yet completed my explanation. It would be wise...0