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Chapter 50 "Did that title just... flash brightly?

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"This..."

The man in front of them stammered, glanced at the group of men queuing up to buy coffee outside the shop, and then raised his head to scan the string of titles piercing through the ceiling above Chen Yi's head, his voice trembling slightly with a crying tone.

"Look, brother, I really don't want to say it."

"But I'm scared you'll just kill me right on the spot, what should I do?"

"Especially with the current public order not being very good, and someone like you, brother, with titles bursting through the roof, I simply can't afford to offend."

"But... but I really don't want to say it."

"Tsk."

Tuberculosis Rabbit took out a watermelon-flavored carrot from his bosom with a look of resignation, stuffed it into his mouth, and regarded the man in front of him with some curiosity.

"Do you want to listen to what you're actually saying?"

"It's rare to see someone this honest."

"So."

Tuberculosis Rabbit beckoned with his hand, pulled out a Claw Knife from his chest, gestured with it a few times, then looked seriously at the man: "Have you made your choice?"

"Yes."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The man nodded solemnly, stepped aside, and pointed to a room not far away: "Right this way, please."

"Hmm."

Chen Yi nodded slightly, seemingly nonchalantly took out the Christmas Cane from his backpack, leaned on it, and eyed the room not too far off.

He could see through one layer of barrier.

There were no traps behind the wall.

Only then did he slightly relax and followed the man forward, taking out the cigarette prop that would give him invincible frames from his backpack and putting it in his mouth for safety's sake.

And had Tuberculosis Rabbit follow behind him.

It was indeed strange, not knowing how the cane's ability to see through one layer of barrier was determined.

Normally speaking, a wall wouldn't have just one layer of barrier.

But it was indeed judged as a single barrier.

...

Inside the room.

After pouring a glass of mineral water for both Chen Yi and himself, the man hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth: "Brother, you were asking why I only accept cash, right?"

"I could say, let's all make a fortune together."

"But we better not let too many people know, or else everyone's interests would be damaged, right?"

"Damn!"

"That makes sense!"

As soon as the words fell—

A blinding white light suddenly flashed from the "Kuafu Chasing the Sun" title above the Tuberculosis Rabbit's head, illuminating every dark corner of the room, far more effective than any shadowless lamp.

"What's this...?" Continue your journey with empire

The man who was caught off guard rubbed his slightly sore eyes and took a while to react; he then looked at Tuberculosis Rabbit and murmured towards the title above his head that had just flashed brightly.

"Did that title just... flash brightly?"

"Oh."

Tuberculosis Rabbit nodded, waved his hand nonchalantly, and said casually, "Seems like it."

"A title that doesn't flash is like a Civic that doesn't flash; it's not presentable."

"Forget it, that's not important."

"Yi, what do you think of this brother's speculation?"

"Feels like there's something to it."

"Let me think."

Chen Yi rested his chin in one hand and leaned back in his chair without speaking, but furrowed his brow and fell into deep thought.

This man's speculation... it seems not unfounded.

Microtransaction system...

A web game should indeed have a microtransaction system, and it's quite possible that it will appear in June's version update.

But he does not agree with the idea of using cash for microtransactions.

Cash, as long as you don't consider financial affairs, is something you can print at will with printing machines; how much could it possibly cost.

If it really were cash for microtransactions, then the leaderboard would overflow with max-level players by the next day.

But... if it's gold, then perhaps there's some possibility?

Some currency without much inflation and yet a common consensus?

It can't be BTC, can it?

Chen Yi's mouth twitched slightly without speaking; he could imagine that sight in the future. It might really be the Power of Faith brought by long-term holding, a relic of the old celebrations from the devoted disciples of BTC.

Then he exhaled lightly.

"I got it, second question, where did you get that E-grade Skill for making coffee?"

The speculation about microtransactions planted a seed in his heart.

But now wasn't the time to consider it.