It hadn't even been five minutes—five glorious, chaotic, money-filled minutes—before the very first batch of golden crystals was completely sold out.
Sold out!
Creed, standing tall like a merchant king atop his luxury platform (aka the ferry deck), looked down at the rapidly shrinking crowd of desperate youths with a smirk that practically screamed, I told you so.
Behind him, Tierra quickly confirmed the last transaction with a crisp nod. Lilith sorted the crystal inventory with professional precision.
Amara stood off to the side with arms folded, looking like a glamorous bouncer at an exclusive club for rich kids.
And Creed? Creed had just made himself a smooth, unbelievable, five million credits!
That was more than most Tier 3 citizens made in a month. That was mansion money. Castle money. Buy-your-own-island-and-name-it-Creedland money!
Maybe not, but still!
Still!
Also, it didn't stop there. Oh no.
