"All ten Flame Dragon Cards you placed on consignment have sold. Total proceeds: 800,000 Odi. After a deduction of 80,000 Odi, your net total is 720,000 Odi. Please check your account."
The message that popped up on his Wrist Device immediately cheered Chen Mu up. He had just been saying he had no money, and now money had arrived. Anyone would have been happy. He could not help marveling inwardly that a big city really was a big city. These cards had sold far too quickly! They were Three-Star Illusion Cards, after all, priced at 80,000 Odi apiece, yet all ten had sold out in a single day. That speed was truly astonishing.
Chen Mu seriously wondered whether all the Intermediate Card Makers here were swimming in money. Then he thought back to the days when he had made One-Star Energy Cards. What he now earned in a day exceeded what he used to earn in a year. Knowledge was money-his understanding of that saying grew ever deeper.
Over eight hundred thousand looked like a considerable sum, but it was pitifully little for setting up a Card-Making Room. Never mind anything else: a single set of intermediate material-processing equipment cost several million at least, while those advanced analyzers often cost tens of millions apiece.
Chen Mu had never dreamed of owning such luxuries. He merely hoped to have a Card-Making Room that was not too rudimentary. Still, even with things as they were now, he was quite content. All he wanted now was for life to settle down a little. It had been a very long time since he had entered the Mysterious Card.
Chen Mu's feelings toward the Mysterious Card were rather complicated. This mysterious card had changed his life, for better and for worse, but his desire to