"Fuck!"
Somewhere in the real world.
Seeing the two announcements that had popped up on the official website, the trader sitting before his computer couldn't help blurting out a curse.
When he saw all his colleagues turn to look at him, he gave a dry cough to hide his embarrassment and spoke rapidly.
"Trading has been temporarily suspended... We can't make trades anymore."
Those words caused an uproar.
"We can't trade?!"
"What happened?!"
"Is there a problem with the funds?"
"Why did this have to go wrong at such a critical moment?!"
The office erupted in commotion. The elderly man seated at another desk immediately rose to his feet and asked anxiously.
"How can trading be impossible? What exactly happened?"
The trader pushed back his chair, leaned the back of his head against the cushion, and pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.
"The official explanation is server network fluctuations... Anyway, we can place or cancel orders now, but transactions can no longer be completed."
Everyone: "..."
Network fluctuations, huh.
Was there a worse excuse than that?!
Even if every server on Earth experienced network fluctuations at once, Wasteland OL's official website probably wouldn't be affected.
The square-faced man gave a dry cough.
"...That does sound like his style."
That person naturally referred to A Guang.
Over the past six months, they had collected and organized nearly every post, every sentence, and even every punctuation mark A Guang had posted on the forums.
All of it was to ensure they did not miss any crucial information.
Like this auction.
If they had overlooked this clue and allowed their competitors to buy the technology instead—
That would have been a truly devastating loss!
The trader sat up from his office chair, paused, and continued.
"However, while the bad news