As the World Economic News Agency prepared today's financial report, many major groups with ample capital gathered to discuss what came next and the trends of the future.
Graycastle Empire's capital.
Inside a church beside the former Temple of War, more than a dozen people of all ages, shapes, and sizes had gathered. If any outsider had been present, they would surely have cried out in shock.
Every pope and shepherd from every church headquartered near the capital of the Graycastle Empire was here.
Charts detailing today's Stock Market fluctuations lay across the massive conference table.
"This is a good thing!" the Pope of Horticulture said with a genial smile. "The companies listed today differed greatly, but precisely because of that, we learned that although people in the market are going mad, they still retain their basic judgment."
"Yes, we can absolutely use the reason that remains amid their growing madness to earn their money." The shepherd of the Drama God Church looked utterly serious. "What a grand play this is. Manipulate people's hearts, and profits can be maximized."
"I have a good idea. If everyone is willing to cooperate, I believe we can create a new profit model for churches like ours!"
Many of them had actually understood quite a lot from the Stock Market's movements over this single day.
For example, the Stock Market was really just companies selling expectations.
As long as a company had tremendous future potential, its stock price would soar.
These old hands who had managed churches for countless ages were naturally the first to notice this.
When it came to human hearts, no one in this world understood them better.
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.
After a full day of buildup, the Stock Exchange and the frenzy