In a luxury hotel suite in Washington, D.C.
"...Sir, our Z-coins have already been hyped to over three hundred thousand dollars each outside!"
Pengge the Eighth's suppressed cry rang out, while he felt an immense sense of regret... No matter how high the price of Z-coins outside was driven, Mr. John, the bookmaker, had no intention of issuing more to the gamblers.
The Z-coins circulating outside were all freely traded among the gamblers.
After the new Z-coin exchange, deposit, and withdrawal functions went live, a large number of newly registered users immediately appeared. They sought to profit from the Z-coins determined by the website's original assessment. Not only that, some people even resold Z-coins by making deposits themselves.
Buying one required forty thousand dollars and a year of one's lifespan, but selling it to the Reapers immediately earned over three hundred thousand dollars—and the price was still rising!
Far too many people were willing to deposit ten or eight years of their lifespan, then sell the coins in exchange for financial freedom.
Those with more nerve would deposit ten or twenty years, or even more than twenty years. They were by no means rare!
As for why the Dark Web had begun frantically buying Z-coins, it was naturally because some people had already tried the Z-coin exchange function and tasted the benefits.
Never mind the items that cost tens of thousands, or even millions, of Z-coins... Even the things costing only a few thousand Z-coins were enough to benefit ordinary people for the rest of their lives.
And this was only the first day of the preliminary matches on the arena. Who knew how terrifying the Z-coin market would become in the days to come?
To be honest, even Pengge the Eighth was immensely tempted by the items available through