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Setting Sun's heart leaped with joy. "Invite him to the guild base, now!"

Shuangshuang replied, "Fat Uncle, go to the star map and teleport directly to our guild base. I've granted you access permission. I'll be waiting for you at the guild!"

Xie Mingzhe came to the stellar navigation map and, sure enough, saw a small planet highlighted in red—Judgment Guild Territory.

This small planet had not appeared on his star map before. Perhaps every guild had its own territory planet on the star map, but outsiders could neither find nor enter it. Only after access permission had been granted would the territory planet appear.

Xie Mingzhe teleported to the Judgment Guild Territory. The moment he entered the territory planet, he saw numerous high-rise buildings painted blazing red. Straight ahead stood a seven-story guild building. Shuangshuang happened to be waiting for him at the entrance, and as soon as she saw him, she immediately led him to the office. "Fat Uncle, several gods are waiting for you. Go on in."

After all, this was his first major deal. Xie Mingzhe was a little nervous. He took a deep breath and adjusted his expression before pushing open the door.

The office was spacious, with a simple and crisp design.

A badge hung in the center of the wall: a golden sword pierced through the imposing characters for "Judgment," which came with flame effects and seemed almost ready to burn. The badge's design was razor-sharp. Even though Xie Mingzhe knew little about the Judgment Guild, the badge alone told him that this guild was anything but ordinary.

Two gray-haired old men sat on the sofa, their IDs respectively 9876543 and 9877521. Beside them stood two young men, "Setting Sun" and "Illusory Moon," with the titles "Judgment Guild Vice President" and "Judgment Guild President" above their heads.

Xie Mingzhe: "????"

Both the president and vice president were here, so what were these two old men doing here?

Though puzzled, Xie Mingzhe maintained a friendly smile and spoke in the most cordial tone he could manage as a businessman. "Hello. Shuangshuang told me that the Judgment Guild wants to purchase my Wu Song Cards in bulk?"

Illusory Moon looked at the smiling Fat Uncle before him, ignored the strange feeling in his heart, and asked, "You're the creator of the Wu Song Card, Fat Uncle?"

"Mm. The stats on the first card I made weren't good enough, so I modified it. This one I just made is even better than the one I sold to Shuangshuang. Would the president like to take a look?" Since this was a business deal, better card stats meant he could ask for a higher price, so he handed the newly modified Wu Song Card to President Illusory Moon.

Rather than examining it himself, Illusory Moon respectfully handed the card to the old man sitting on the sofa.

The old man glanced at the card and asked, "How many of this card have you made so far?"

He looked like an old man, but his voice was quite young. Its low timbre carried a steady, composed quality.

Xie Mingzhe froze for a moment. "You are...?"

President Illusory Moon took the initiative to introduce them. "These two are our God Nie and God Lan."

The old man nodded at him. "Hello. I'm Nie Yuandao, a professional player from the Judgment Club."

The old man beside him immediately added, "Hello. I'm professional player Shan Lan, God Nie's disciple."

Xie Mingzhe: "..."

Holy shit! They were actually such incredible gods? When he had first been reborn, he had searched for the game "Star Card Storm" online from his hospital bed and seen some reviews. Nie Yuandao seemed to be a god on par with Tang Muzhou, with enormous popularity.

Such a legendary player had actually come into the game to meet him in person. Xie Mingzhe felt flattered and hurriedly said, "Hello, both gods."

Shan Lan smiled faintly and said gently, "Did our appearances scare you? We casually made these alternate accounts. The competition is coming up soon, so it isn't convenient for us to log into the online game on our main accounts."

"Oh, oh." Xie Mingzhe came back to his senses and realized that God Lan's voice was especially gentle. The garbled numeric IDs and bizarre old-man appearances really did make them alternate accounts, but wasn't this way too careless? Did they have to make themselves so ugly? They were even uglier than his Fat Uncle.

Nie Yuandao's deep, steady voice rang out again as he repeated his question. "How many of this card have you made in total?"

"I sold one to Shuangshuang before, and I just made another ten. They haven't been sold yet," Xie Mingzhe answered.

"So, eleven cards?" Nie Yuandao paused, then said, "I want to buy all of your Wu Song Cards, as well as the production rights for this Wu Song Card. Name your price."

"???" Xie Mingzhe looked utterly bewildered.

Seeing Fat Uncle's confused expression, Shan Lan gently explained, "Buying the rights means transferring the rights to this card to God Nie. After that, you can no longer make this card. God Nie will be the one replicating it."

Xie Mingzhe understood, but he scratched his head in confusion. "How should the price be calculated if I transfer the rights?"

Once he transferred the rights, he could no longer make this card. If the price was right, it was worth considering—after all, if he could not make Wu Song, he could still make other cards. Besides, selling cards one by one took a lot of time and energy. A one-time transfer of the rights would definitely earn him more.

With that in mind, Xie Mingzhe said, "God Nie, give me a price for reference."

Nie Yuandao was equally straightforward and quoted a price directly. "Three hundred thousand, a complete buyout of the rights. How about it?"

At an exchange rate of 10:1, 300,000 game coins meant 30,000 real-world Crystal Coins. That was enough to cover several years of living expenses!

A major figure like God Nie probably would not lie about the price to take advantage of an unknown player like him. Thinking of the mere 200 Crystal Coins left in his bank account, Xie Mingzhe happily agreed. "All right, then I'll transfer the Wu Song Card rights to you!"

Nie Yuandao looked at Illusory Moon. "Please pay him first, President. I'll transfer the money to you afterward."

Illusory Moon nodded and directly sent Xie Mingzhe a face-to-face trade request.

Xie Mingzhe watched as a number was swiftly entered into the trade window... 3000000.

He had not misread it. Seven digits—three million?!

Xie Mingzhe froze. "Didn't you say three hundred thousand?"

Illusory Moon explained, "The current exchange rate is around 10:1. The three hundred thousand God Nie mentioned was real-world currency. Converted into game coins, that makes three million."

Xie Mingzhe: "..."