Five... million?
Lin Yi's consciousness nearly froze for a moment.
He had guessed it would be a lot.
From the way Ming Luo had hesitated and insisted on keeping him in suspense, he figured the Clan Merit would definitely be substantial.
He had even ventured a rather bold estimate: perhaps five hundred thousand, or even a million?
That was already a fortune beyond his imagination, enough to raise his Death Law to a considerable level, with plenty left over for other things.
But he had never imagined the number would jump straight to five million.
Five million Clan Merit!
Even as someone who had lived two lives, Lin Yi felt a wave of emotion rise deep in his soul, one that was hard to quell.
"Fortune" hardly described it. This was practically a towering God Mountain made entirely of resources!
All his previous savings—the Battle Merit, Registry points, and even the Clan Merit his race had awarded him—seemed insignificant next to this sum.
Ming Luo's hundred thousand Clan Merit had already left the veteran deity thoroughly satisfied.
And him? He had received fifty times as much!
Ming Luo seemed quite pleased by Lin Yi's momentary daze. A mischievous smile played on his face as he waited for Lin Yi to process the news.
"This is..." Lin Yi took a deep breath and looked at Ming Luo, his voice full of disbelief. "Brother Ming Luo, I'm not trying to be modest about the Clan Merit, but why did they give me so much?"
He knew his race valued him, but this level of regard still exceeded his expectations.
Ming Luo's smile deepened. He had clearly anticipated Lin Yi's reaction.
"Heh, I actually know a little about this." He lowered his voice. "As far as I know, the assistance the race is