'New leader?' Lukas pondered as he looked out at the goblins.
Because the previous Goblin Lord had been a fat, money-hoarding piece of shit, none of them seemed all that smart. It wasn't entirely their fault, but Lukas honestly thought the Spigon was their best shot at a leader.
[The Leader has to be of the same race. Be nice, one of them may surprise you.]
'Of course,' Lukas lamented.
In that case, he decided there was only one way to decide the new leader: a tournament.
Whoever proved themselves the strongest would get to become the new leader.
[Strange... but ok. You cannot access the Divine Army interface until a Leader has been appointed, though.]
Lukas nodded his understanding, already realizing that would be the case. Even if he would have to wait just a little longer, it would be crucial to have the best leader available.
Besides, there was something else he wanted to check out real quick.
Well, 2 somethings. However, one of them was currently scowling at the goblins, probably trying to think of the worst training routine imaginable.
Therefore, he brought up the [Infinite Wealth System].
[Infinite Wealth System]
Name: Lukas Haecillion
Rank: Apprentice Merchant
Current Income Rate: 0 gold a day
[A passive stream of income, received daily. After selling an item, the highest amount it is sold to will be added to your daily revenue]
Gold: 0
Shops: 1
•—Shop Items—•
[These are items you can sell from the store. The first number indicates how many are in the storage, and the second number indicates how much gold the system expects you to sell them for. Note: a shrewd tongue can sell the item for more gold, while a stupid one would sell it for less. The amount listed is just a benchmark, and if you can't hit it that is shameful.]
–Pile of Shit: 7 Units; 5 Gold
–Upgrade to unlock more
•—Orders—•
[New order received!]
[Order: Sell 7 Piles of Shit]
[Reward: Choice of 3 new shop items]
The more he read, the more Lukas's face grew sour.
'How the actual fuck am I supposed to sell literal shit? Like really?
And then this stupid ass system says I have a shop?'
Giving an exaggerated look around the goblin camp, he screamed internally 'where is this shop, huh?!'
[You are the shop. And I'm not stupid. If you can't even sell shit, what are you going to do after unlocking divine items? Get scammed for everything you own?]
Lukas didn't have a response for that. He supposed that there was some truth there—that he never had to strike a bargain with something like a real god before.
Even his little bout with Physsus wasn't a complete success. Otherwise, he would have an op class right now.
That thought prompted Lukas to continue going down the interface, as there was one more block of information left.
This one was miles long and labeled [Personal Shop]. After a few seconds Lukas realized it had filters, which was a good thing because otherwise he'd literally spend the next 30 days exploring the shop.
'Filter for class tokens,' Lukas thought, hoping his gamble paid off.
[Personal Shop] –> [Tokens] –> [Class Tokens]
–FFF ~ B: 1,000,000 gold
–D ~ AA: 10,000,000 gold
–B ~ S: 100,000,000,000 gold
–A ~ SS: 100,000,000,000,000 gold
–A ~ SSS: 100,000,000,000,000,000 gold
...
"What the fuck?" Lukas gasped, far too appalled by that cost to notice the surprised glances of goblins.
'How much gold even is that? Like a fucking hundred sextillion?' Lukas thought, moreso to himself than the system.
[It is 100 quadrillion, sir. To be honest, it shouldn't take you that long to get there. A few centuries at most]
'A few centuries...' making sure he wasn't remembering incorrectly, Lukas scrolled back up to the pile of shit. As he remembered... 'I'm supposed to sell these at 5 gold a piece! This costs like... 20 quadrillion of them!'
[Impressive math, sir. However, you forgot that this system levels you up, allowing you to sell more and different items as well as opening up new shops, having more stock, employees, etc. To compare the price of a midgame item to your early game revenue isn't optimal]
'Yeah I suppose so, but still...'
"Hey Ygroa, you gonna come train or just sit there mumbling your divine wisdom?" A loud, commanding voice tore him from the predicament.
Alara.
Yes, he was supposed to train alongside the goblins.
As he watched her twirling a club in her right hand with a cruel look of expectation on her face, Lukas regretted everything.
'Lovely.'