"Sell the parts we replace?"
After hearing Old Na's suggestion over the phone, Fang Chang was completely stunned.
What kind of Myanmar scam operation was this??
"...That's right! If we don't sell them, we'll just bury them somewhere. What a waste! Think about it—these are Awakened organs. Charging three times the normal price wouldn't be excessive, right?"
Over the phone, Yileina vividly described the business plan he had picked up from some newbie.
Leaning against the sofa, Fang Chang pressed a finger to his brow and pondered for a long while before speaking.
"But... wouldn't organ transplants require matching?"
Yileina chuckled.
"I know, but this is a game, not reality. They've even made bionic organs. It wouldn't make sense if they couldn't solve rejection, right?"
Fang Chang: "..."
Holy shit?
Put that way...
It actually made some sense?
He had instinctively applied real-world experience to it.
But this was a game world, and according to the setting, it was the year 2341.
A future even farther away than 2077...
Maybe organ matching really wasn't an issue?
They resurrected once every three days.
And earned twenty or thirty thousand silver coins each time.
What business could possibly be this profitable?
The only limit was probably that Boulder City didn't have enough rich people.
The more Fang Chang thought about it, the more feasible it seemed. He decided to talk to the black-market dealer who had sold him his bionic prosthetic body and immediately said into the phone.
"I'll ask around."
Yileina said excitedly, "Alright! I'll have them freeze the kidneys first!"
The call ended.
Fang Chang got up from the sofa and, without another word, left The Alliance's Boulder City office for the residential district at the edge of the industrial zone.
A familiar alley.
The mannequin hidden in the shadow