Whether there had been collusion or something else, today's auction was over.
It had ended perfectly. With 150,000 gold coins in hand, Rex now felt flush with wealth.
With so much money, he could do plenty more, such as buying a few more bottles of Experience Pills.
Experience Pills were good stuff-very good stuff. Rex had taken several by now and reaped tremendous benefits.
Rex's strength in the Warcraft System's world had already reached Mid-Hero. By his own calculations, finishing this bottle of Experience Pills would bring him to Late Hero. As for how much experience he would have beyond that threshold, he could not be sure.
Still, he had done some calculations, and this bottle certainly would not get him to Peak Hero.
But with these 150,000 gold coins, Rex was fully confident that buying more Experience Pills would let him reach Peak Hero. Even attempting a breakthrough to Demigod was not out of the question.
Even if he ultimately failed to reach the Demigod realm, the remaining gap would not be large. With another push and some more gold coins, becoming a Demigod would be within reach.
Those were the thoughts running through Rex's mind, so he was in an excellent mood.
His spirits lifted, his thinking became more free-ranging. As Rex walked into the Industrial Base, he pondered how Dalaran, represented by Krasus, had so lavishly spent a fortune to purchase the Wired Telegraph.
Normally, those proud, haughty mages of Dalaran should have looked down on the Wired Telegraph. Yet now they had taken the initiative to buy it.
While Rex found that incredible, he was also astonished by the wealth of Dalaran's mages.
As expected of mages, practitioners of the most expensive profession, every last one of them was outrageously rich. They had produced 150,000 gold