Currency and Identity

Mouse Nine-Nine stood on Golden Horn's shoulder, pointing the way with his little paw as he spoke briskly.

"Lord Golden Horn, getting an identity is quite simple. The people at the government center will ask you a few basic questions. Then, after you pay a production fee of one hundred Demon Coins, you can get an identity card."

"Demon Coins?" Golden Horn paused. There was so much miscellaneous stuff in his spatial ring that he genuinely had no idea what Demon Coins looked like.

Mouse Nine-Nine was not surprised. Many Demon Race members from remote star systems had never seen the common currency. He immediately pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his clothes, bearing hand-drawn images of several currency denominations.

"These are Demon Coins." He pointed at them. "There are also the more valuable Dream Demon Coins, currency issued by the Immortal god Dream Demon Ancestor. They can be used throughout the Demon Race territory. One Dream Demon Coin can be exchanged for ten thousand Demon Coins."

Golden Horn sent his spiritual sense into his spatial ring and searched carefully. Before long, he found a pile of silvery-white metal sheets, along with more than a dozen Dream Demon Coins with more intricate patterns and faint energy auras.

"They should have been brought by that Universe level Skywolf." Golden Horn estimated that several tens of thousands of Demon Coins plus more than a dozen Dream Demon Coins counted as a small fortune.

Under Mouse Nine-Nine's guidance, Golden Horn quickly arrived at Myriad Monster Star's government center.

It was a square stone building without unnecessary decoration. Only a huge character for "government" was carved above the main entrance. A long line stretched outside, with Demon Race members of every species coming and going in orderly fashion.

Golden Horn entered the hall and found the registration window. The clerk inside was an old bull demon wearing glasses, slowly flipping through files.

"Where are you from?" the old bull demon asked without looking up.

"A remote star system. An unnamed mining planet. After breaking through to the Stellar level, I drifted through the universe for a long time before catching a passing spacecraft here." Golden Horn had prepared this story long ago.

"Race?"

"Gray-Horn Beast. A small race. I doubt you've heard of it." Golden Horn casually made up a name.

The old bull demon glanced at him, looked at the two horns on his forehead, and did not ask further questions.

"Have you had dealings with foreign races such as the Human Race, insect race, or Machine Race?"

"Never."

"Pay one hundred Demon Coins."

Golden Horn handed over one hundred Demon Coins. The old bull demon took the money, retrieved a blank card, operated it for a moment, then handed it over.

"Your basic information has been entered. Keep it on you, and don't lose it."

Golden Horn accepted the card and examined it carefully. It only bore a string of numbers and the words "Gray-Horn Beast." There was no name or photograph. It was extremely rudimentary. He understood immediately: Myriad Monster Star accommodated countless races. As long as they did not cause trouble, they were given a place to stand. Its management had always been lax.

"Thank you."

After leaving the government center, Mouse Nine-Nine led him to the commercial district to buy a communications terminal. On Myriad Monster Star, a communications terminal was essential for travel, transactions, and contact.

The two stopped in front of a shop called Spirit Signal Pavilion. The store was rather elegantly decorated, and its display windows held personal terminals in all kinds of styles. Some resembled wristbands, some necklaces, and some were directly implanted chips.

The sales clerk was a beautiful fox demon woman with a fluffy tail. The moment she saw Golden Horn enter, she immediately came forward.

"My lord, what kind of communications device do you need? We have basic models, upgraded models, and custom models."

"What's the difference?" Golden Horn asked casually.

"The basic model costs one thousand Demon Coins, the upgraded model costs two thousand, and custom models start at five thousand. The higher the price, the better the stability and the less likely it is to be damaged in battle," the fox demon woman explained smoothly.

Golden Horn considered it. He had just arrived and had no need to draw too much attention, but he could not appear too shabby either.

"Upgraded models. Give me two."

He took out the appropriate amount of Demon Coins. The clerk swiftly accepted them, brought out two silvery-white wristbands, and helped Golden Horn bind them to his identity and activate them on the spot.

"The wristbands have been bound to your identity card. They can be used for communication, transfers, map searches, and other functions. If one is lost, please report it immediately."

Golden Horn put one wristband on and stored the other in his spatial ring as a spare.

After leaving Spirit Signal Pavilion, Golden Horn had Mouse Nine-Nine take him to the Demon Race Bank.

"The Demon Race Bank was personally founded by Dream Demon Ancestor and has branches throughout the Demon Race territory. They say every Immortal god has shares in it. Its backing is incredibly powerful." Standing on Golden Horn's shoulder, Mouse Nine-Nine pointed at a towering metal building ahead, his tone carrying a trace of awe.

Golden Horn looked up. The building was entirely forged from dark-gold alloy. A huge currency symbol was carved above its main entrance, while two stone statues dozens of meters tall stood on either side, exuding a stern aura. Those entering and leaving were either wealthy or noble, and even the guards were Stellar level.

The moment he entered the hall, a guide came forward. Golden Horn did not waste words and directly applied for a savings card. The entire process was swift: identity information was entered, a spiritual imprint was bound, and it was finished in moments.

Once the card was issued, Golden Horn deposited all the Demon Coins and Dream Demon Coins in his spatial ring. The card was as thin as paper, yet it carried faint spiritual energy fluctuations. Only he could use it. With a bank card, future transactions would be much more convenient.

Next, Mouse Nine-Nine took him to Myriad Monster Star's trade district.

The trade district was the busiest place on all of Myriad Monster Star. Shops lined both sides of the streets, their signs written in the languages of various races. Spacecraft occasionally swept overhead at low altitude, casting huge shadows. The cries of merchants from every race rose and fell, while the air mingled with the strange scents of metal, spices, and blood.

Golden Horn swept his gaze over the area. Everything was for sale: common metals, wood, food, and clothing went without saying. There was even a slave market, where captives of various races were locked in cages and openly priced. Weapon shops displayed spiritual force weapons, melee weapons, and armor in dazzling variety. There were even several shops selling spacecraft, with sample ships parked outside, their silvery-white hulls gleaming beneath the sunlight.

Where there were sellers, there were naturally buyers. Golden Horn noticed several shops with signs reading "High-Price Buyback" and silently memorized their locations.

In the end, he chose the largest and most reputable-looking shop and stepped inside.

He was received by a fox race man with handsome features and a well-tailored robe. The man's eyes lit up when he saw Golden Horn enter, and he warmly came forward. "My lord, welcome! Our shop has been in business for a hundred years and has a reliable reputation. Would you like to buy something or sell something?"

Golden Horn did not waste words. "What do you buy here?"

"We purchase all kinds of treasures, materials, and weapons." The fox demon smiled as he handed over a list. "This is our shop's buyback price list. My lord may take a look first. Special items need to be individually appraised."

Golden Horn accepted the list. It densely listed the prices of hundreds of materials, weapons, and miscellaneous items. Although he did not recognize many of them, he could still understand whether the prices were high or low. After comparing them in his mind, he felt that the prices were fairly reasonable.