Sixty Million Merit Points All into the Guild! Follow the Guild Leader and Live the High Life!

Dragon Soaring World weighed the [Undying Battle Soul] in his hand with satisfaction.

After being repaired and enhanced with [Greed Source Material], the blade felt completely different.

Before, it had been like a vicious wolf baring its fangs. Now, it was more like a colossal beast lurking in the Abyss, its restrained yet purer aura of greed seeming capable of devouring the entire world at any moment.

"Guild Leader, what do we do next..." Light Snow stepped forward. Her voice had regained its usual calm, but there was now an added trace of reverence in her gaze toward Dragon Soaring World.

A living, breathing Quasi-god was standing right before her.

The feeling was far too unreal.

"What next?" Dragon Soaring World sheathed his blade, slung it over his shoulder, and swept his gaze across the guild members who were still in a state of extreme excitement.

He raised a brow. "We struck it rich, so of course it's time to split the loot."

"Split the loot?" Blood War Eight Wastelands' eyes lit up. He rubbed his hands together and sidled over with a chuckle. "Guild Leader, that hundred million Merit Points of yours... ahem, shouldn't you let your brothers see what it can do?"

"A hundred million?" Dragon Soaring World glanced at him. "I spent forty million just now. There are only sixty million left."

"Only... only..." Blood War Eight Wastelands' tongue practically tied itself in knots.

Sixty million Merit Points—how did it sound like sixty bucks when it came out of the guild leader's mouth?

The surrounding guild members heard it too, and all of them sucked in sharp breaths.

"Light Snow." Dragon Soaring World did not bother reacting to the crowd's response at all.

"Here."

"Project the exchange lists for the Guild Warehouse and the Abyss Shop. All