Kidnapping Case

Triple it again—that would be three thousand points!

To be honest, when Ronan heard the number Horned Demon had blurted out, he had no particular gut reaction at first. He had yet to form an intuitive understanding of the purchasing power of Honor Points.

At that moment, Octopus slammed the table again. "Horned Demon, what the hell are you doing? Is the Ability User Association collapsing? Have points become worthless? Are you fucking dreaming?"

"Oh my, now that he has a new boss, even a limp Octopus can grow spines." Horned Demon mocked him without mercy, then turned to Ronan and mimed zipping his mouth shut. "Make him shut up, or we can multiply it again."

Ronan stared at Horned Demon's projection. At last, the common sense that had struggled up from the depths of his restless mind arranged itself into a chain of ordinary logic:

Labor prices within the Ability User Association were relatively the most stable. One to two points could hire senior professional support staff for non-combat tasks. Three to four points were basically the highest reward distributed for a group combat mission. Anything above five points could absolutely be called a generous reward. Ten points was an astronomical price, generally the cost of dispatching an Extraordinary Species-level operative or using advanced public resources.

To put it more mundanely, at market rates, one point could be exchanged for one million Credit Points. But that was a universally recognized delayed and depreciated rate. Almost no Ability User would do something so stupid.

During the Two-Thousandths Miss Incident, Ronan's point savings had been wiped out and fallen into the negative, activating the credit system. At the time, his credit limit had been one thousand points. Theoretically, that was the highest assessment given after factoring in his strength and potential