Star Coin was the currency uniformly issued by the Alliance Universe Empire, and its purchasing power was extremely solid. At least for as long as he could remember, prices on Death Row Star had occasionally fluctuated, but they had always remained stable overall. The currency had never appreciated or depreciated by a large margin.
In addition, it was worth mentioning that Star Coins were energy aggregates. The Alliance stabilized mild energy in a fixed state. At critical moments, it could serve as a power source for some machines, or even be eaten as emergency food.
Of course, using Star Coins to fill one's stomach was undoubtedly the most wasteful method. After all, it was a tool for measuring price, a medium for purchasing goods, a means of storing wealth—at its core, an agreement between owners.
It was not grain, not grain, not grain!
In truth, in his previous life within the ultimate Simulation Scenario, he had built up a not-insignificant fortune after working for four years. Unfortunately, after going to a black-market clinic for treatment, he had lost more than half his family wealth. In the end, not only had his condition failed to improve, he had fallen unconscious for three days and almost croaked.
Otherwise, He Zhao would not have had such a miserable, difficult start.
"Heh heh, who would've thought Li Feng didn't eat it before he died?" Don Kris laughed smugly. For the lowest-level poor who lived in shabby tents that could barely keep out the wind and rain, even 1 Star Coin was something they were unwilling to leave to other hyenas.
The so-called hyenas actually referred to the people in the Slums who specialized in scavenging the tents of the dead. They were well-informed. As soon as so-and-so fell ill, that person would immediately be