Chapter 87: Three Million Units of Each of the Five Resources! 92 Million Credits Shocks Everyone!

Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Three Million Units of Each of the Five Resources! 92 Million Credits Shocks Everyone!

Gold now had only one practical use: as a material for circuit board contacts and infrastructure construction.

The currency used in the world today was Credits.

Units, equipment, heroes, and buildings from the game could not be brought back to reality.

The only things players could bring out were the several most basic resources.

Each type of resource could be exchanged for a different amount of Credits.

At that moment, arguments and crying could be heard in front of almost every exchange window.

Some people were begging the staff to make an exception and reduce their transaction fees.

One middle-aged man who had been waiting in line for most of the day was practically leaning over the counter, forcing a smile as he pleaded.

"Sir, could you please check again? Are you sure there hasn’t been a mistake?"

The employee behind the counter checked his information without even looking up and announced a figure.

"There’s no mistake. That’s how many resources you have. Perhaps your units consumed some of them. Are you exchanging or not?"

The middle-aged man’s face immediately fell.

But after waiting in line for so long, and with his family counting on the money, he had no choice but to nod.

"Yes. I’ll exchange them."

Darcy looked at the scene and felt a little intimidated.

"Johnny, you still haven’t told me exactly how many resources you’ve saved up. If you don’t have much, maybe you should keep some. You’ll still need to maintain your troops in the game..."

"Don’t worry. I’ve got more than enough."

John took her hand and led her around the crowd.

Instead of joining the queue, he headed straight toward the side of the shopping mall.

There was a separate glass entrance there. Two security guards in black uniforms stood outside, each with an electric baton hanging from his waist.

A brass plaque was mounted above the glass door, with several words engraved on it.

[Bulk Resource Exchange Entrance (100,000 Units and Above)]

Darcy glanced at the words on the plaque.

"One hundred thousand units?"

She tugged at John’s sleeve.

"Johnny, you’ve got the wrong entrance! We should be lining up over there!"

"Sis, this is the right entrance."

John didn’t slow down. He continued leading her toward the glass door.

"Please present your exchange credentials."

The security guard on the left stepped forward to stop them.

His eyes swept over John’s faded jacket and worn-out sneakers before he repeated himself in a relatively polite tone.

"This entrance is for exchanges of at least 100,000 units. Regular exchanges are handled through the main entrance."

Quite a few people waiting in the main queue had noticed what was happening. Several young Lords near the back of the line craned their necks to look.

"Hey, what are those two doing? Trying to use the VIP entrance?"

"Are you kidding? Look at what they’re wearing. Do either of them look like they have 100,000 units to their name?"

"Some people are so ridiculously poor, yet they still insist on showing off at the VIP entrance. Just wait until they’re kicked out. This should be hilarious."

Darcy heard the comments, and her face immediately flushed red.

She tugged at John’s sleeve and whispered.

"Johnny, let’s just go over there. There are so many people here already. If we waste any more time, we might not get this done today..."

John didn’t move.

He simply looked at the security guard and asked calmly,

"How do I verify my resources?"

The guard looked him up and down, then pointed toward a scanning terminal with a screen beside the counter.

"Place the Godfall Mark on the back of your hand against the scanner. The system will retrieve your publicly available resource holdings. If you have at least 100,000 units, you’ll automatically be granted access."

"All right."

John raised his right hand, turned the back of it upward, and pressed it against the scanner.

The moment the dark red sword-and-shield emblem made contact with the sensor, the terminal screen lit up.

A line of text appeared.

[Querying...]

The display flickered.

Then came a soft chime.

The numbers began rolling across the screen.

The security guard glanced down.

At first, his expression barely changed.

Although the bulk exchange entrance in the Lower City wasn’t particularly busy, there were occasionally a few small and medium-sized Lords who managed to accumulate 100,000 units and use this channel.

Nothing unusual about that.

But the numbers on the screen continued rolling for two seconds without stopping.

He blinked.

Five seconds.

Still rolling.

Ten seconds.

The guard’s expression gradually shifted from impatience to disbelief.

He leaned closer to the screen, as though suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

The other security guard noticed his reaction and came over.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"Y-You... look at these numbers."

The second guard lowered his head and glanced at the screen.

His pupils immediately contracted.

Under his breath, he began counting.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands, millions..."

The publicly displayed resource holdings were arranged into five separate rows according to the system’s default layout.

Gold Coin, Wood, Stone, Iron Ore, and Meat.

Every single row contained a seven-digit figure at the very least.

Even more strangely, the line at the top of the screen, which should have displayed the Lord’s ID and codename, showed only a system notification.

[This Lord has equipped a concealment-type item. Identity information cannot be accessed.]

The security guard stood there in a daze for quite some time.

He looked up at John, staring at him for several seconds.

Inside, he couldn’t help screaming.

What is someone like this doing in the Lower City?!

You’ve got to be kidding me!

"Is something wrong?"

John asked calmly, deliberately pretending not to understand.

"Y-Your ID isn’t showing up, sir."

The guard stammered, mentioning the least important detail first.

"Well, sir, about your..."

"Mm."

John casually acknowledged him before asking,

"Can you see my resource holdings?"

"Yes! Yes, we can!"

The guard immediately nodded, his tone softening considerably.

"These numbers... Just a moment, please. I’ll get the supervisor right away."

He didn’t even wait for John’s response before turning around and hurrying through the glass door.

Darcy had been completely bewildered throughout the entire exchange.

She leaned closer and whispered,

"Johnny, what’s wrong with him?"

"I have no idea."

John smiled and played dumb.

The people waiting at the main entrance were already bored, so quite a few had been watching the commotion.

"The security guard went inside!"

"Did that kid lie about his resources? Is he going to get punished?"

"There was another guy who tried this last time. I heard he got fined. He looks just like that guy. He’ll probably lose everything this time!"

"Serves him right! If you’re poor, just wait in line like everyone else. Why pretend to be somebody important? Now look what’s happened!"

The more they talked, the more excited they became.

One particularly tall, skinny young man even pushed his way forward, craning his neck to get a better view of John being thrown out.

The next moment, they saw someone emerge from the building.

"Look! Look! The supervisor’s coming out! This is getting serious!"

Several people laughed, eagerly waiting to see the show.

But what happened next left them completely dumbfounded.

Wesley Bennett, the supervisor who had just come out, walked straight up to John.

He slightly bent forward and made a courteous gesture of invitation.

Then, personally escorting both John and Darcy, he led them through the glass door.

The people who had been mocking them were instantly stunned.

"Wait... Why are they being let inside?!"

"Could they actually have more than 100,000 units?"

"How is that possible?!"

The others were equally bewildered. They craned their necks toward the glass entrance, but the door had already closed, blocking their view.

Just as they were still trying to make sense of what had happened, the security guard who had stopped John earlier glanced at them.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly as he looked away, his tone carrying a hint of disdain.

"All right, stop staring. That man isn’t in the same league as you."

"His resource holdings are something none of you will ever come close to in your entire lives."

His casual remark was more than enough to confirm John’s extraordinary wealth.

The entire queue fell silent for several seconds.

Not a single person dared to say another word.

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