A week later, the Gravity Chamber racket was still going strong. Prices had climbed steadily, reaching as high as five thousand points per hour—fifty times what they had been before!
By then, the Elite Students had gone completely mad. They didn't care whether the price was reasonable. All they knew was that they could make a fortune by selling their reservations, enough to cover years of expenses.
Where else could you find a business this profitable? Right here.
But five thousand points an hour was an outrageous price, so high it was almost unthinkable. Many students who genuinely needed the chambers couldn't afford them and had to give up.
"This can't go on."
"Five thousand points an hour? You've got to be kidding. That's worse than robbery."
"I work myself to the bone completing missions and earning points, only for these unscrupulous merchants to snatch them all away."
"If this keeps up, what's the point of cultivating?"
"We need to report this to the school administration immediately. These are public resources, not toys for rich students."
So they immediately appealed to the school administration, bitterly complaining about the unscrupulous merchants.
While the appeals were underway, some students even got into bloody fights over reservations for the Gravity Chambers. Several were beaten badly enough to end up in the hospital.
The incident finally attracted the attention of the school administration, who learned that someone had been speculating in Gravity Chamber reservations and driving prices to such absurd heights.
They spent several days investigating and were horrified by what they found. If things continued like this, who knew how many Elite Students would go bankrupt? It could cause serious problems for the school.
To fuel the speculation, some students had even taken out loans from loan sharks at exorbitant interest rates. If