The temporary identity certificate issued by the Spellcaster Association is equivalent to granting a legitimate Astral Realm identity.
Only with this status can one enjoy a range of rights as Astral Realm citizen.
For example, logging into the three major Virtual Universe— [Weave], [Mount Celestia], and [Northern Spirit Spacetime]
The Astral Realm is Infinity vast, and there are many dangerous and forbidden areas that isolate everything. Communication has always been a problem that plagues almost all civilizations.
Civilizations capable of solving this problem are at least at the advanced Astral Realm level, such as the Higher-Dimensional Information Space of the Aslant Civilization.
Information is transmitted to Higher-Dimensional Information Space located in the Fantasy Dimension, and then radiates outwards to a vast territory from this center.
However, even the Higher-Dimensional Information Space of the Aslant Civilization has some areas that cannot be covered, and due to its limited size, it is far from comparable to the three major Virtual Universe.
These three Virtual Universe can cover almost any place in the Astral Realm, including those well-known dangerous locations.
Low- to mid-level civilizations that haven't developed their own communication networks basically borrow these three Virtual Universe for a fee. This alone has made the Northern Spirit Empire, the Adrian Federation, and the Divine Realm incredibly wealthy.
The Elven Plane isn't even Astral Realm- level civilization, so it certainly can't have established its own Virtual Universe network.
As is widely known, the [Weave] is a representative creation of the spellcaster community, and the temporary identity certificate issued by the Spellcaster Association also means that Logo and others can only register accounts in this Virtual Universe.
Once the account is registered, the temporary ID card will have the characteristics of a bank card.
Carrying the resources, Logo and his group arrived at the exchange window.
The staff here were clearly less friendly than the green-skinned spellcasters from before. Their eyes held obvious disdain, and they looked at Logo and the others as if they were looking at mindless wild beasts, staring at them with unbridled scorn.
In fact, this is the norm.
The discrimination of the Astral Realm races against the natives of other planes is ingrained in their very being, much like how people from high-magic planets view people from ordinary planets within the plane. It's not a matter of good or bad; it can only be judged by their inherent nature.
"Give us the resources!" the staff member said calmly.
Logo and his apprentice remained calm, unaffected by this attitude. Madison tossed out a storage ring, which a staff member caught, muttering with disgust, "Crappy workmanship..."
Then he casually dumped the supplies from his storage ring onto the ground, took out an eyeball-shaped flight device, made some simple adjustments, and let it take inventory on its own. He then leaned back in his seat and leisurely began reading an exquisitely packaged magic book.
This scene infuriated Crassus and the others; they had never been treated with such disrespect before.
Since Logo remained silent, no one dared to express their dissatisfaction; they could only suppress their anger.
Logo offered no words of comfort, saying that some things must be experienced, and that nothing in this world is ever perfect.
It's impossible for everyone to fawn over you and cherish you!
After a long while, the supplies were finally inventoried. The staff member lazily took the flight instrument, glanced at the numbers displayed, and scoffed, "A bunch of poor bastards, and they call themselves Demigod..."
Upon hearing this, Logo narrowed his eyes slightly and exchanged a subtle glance with his teacher, Madison. The two of them simultaneously realized that something was amiss.
Seeing that the two remained unresponsive, like statues, the staff member muttered again, "Two cowards..."
Then, ignoring Logo and the others' reactions, he transferred the Star Wheel to Madison's account and lay back down.
Madison checked the account balance, his eyes turning slightly cold, and transmitted his voice to Logo: "A total of 60,000 Star Wheel were given, about 15% lower than the normal price. That's a very blatant act!"
Normally, the exchange office of the Spellcaster Association does take a cut, but there are also unspoken rules, ranging from about 1% to 3%.
A 15% rebate is at least five times higher than usual.
The purchasing power difference between 1 Ta Pound and 1 Star Wheel is approximately 500,000 times.
In total, this staff member embezzled approximately 5.5 billion Ta Pound from Logo and his apprentice.
What an enormous resource this is!
That's enough to make Demigod take notice.
What's infuriating is that this bastard actually had the nerve to utter the word "poor wretch."
His actions completely convinced the master and apprentice, who were initially hesitant, that there was something wrong with the staff at the exchange counter. It wasn't just a matter of regional discrimination; there must be a deeper reason behind it.
Logo's eyes narrowed. "He's trying to provoke us!"
"It seems I've been targeted..." Madison's tone turned cold. He didn't think that Logo, a disciple who had never left the plane, could have offended anyone. The problem must lie with him.
Anyone who dares to extend their reach to the Spellcaster Association must belong to the Astral Realm force.
Thinking quickly, Logo reassured him, "It's not a big problem, teacher. The other side's strength should be within our control. Otherwise, they wouldn't send a nobody to make things difficult for us. Although a brat is troublesome, he can't cause fatal injuries. If it were a force we couldn't fight, they would only kill us with one blow, and they would never think of using someone else to kill us!"
Madison's tense nerves eased slightly from his disciple's analysis, and he subconsciously asked, "So what should we do next?"
"Let's swallow this loss for now. A wise man doesn't stand under a crumbling wall. This is their territory, let's leave first. If there are any villains lurking in the shadows, they'll eventually show themselves!"
Logo understood perfectly well that this was Void City, the territory of the Spellcaster Association.
No matter how justified they are, the Spellcaster Association will not let outsiders alienate its own members. Although they cannot rule out encountering a selfless leader, Logo will not gamble; he always chooses the safer option!
Following Logo's advice, the group turned and left without saying a word.
Watching the group's retreating figures, staff member Marcus stood up. His initially dismissive gaze turned serious. He took out his communicator and sent a message: "The other party was cautious. We couldn't take them down with the help of the association. It's up to you now!"
After doing all this, Marcus accessed his account and transferred the stolen 10,588 Star Wheel into it. A slight smile appeared on his lips as he looked at his wealth, which had nearly doubled, and he felt that he had made a huge profit this time.
"Hmph, what kind of lousy Cartographer? Once they come to the Astral Realm, they're just easy targets. Natives are natives; they'll never amount to anything!"
After flaunting his despicable and pathetic vanity, Marcus sat down again, humming a pop tune, completely forgetting that he also came from an ordinary plane. Or perhaps, Marcus deliberately wanted to forget this shameful origin he held in mind, which is why he kept these discriminatory words on his lips.
It's worth mentioning that the kind-looking green-skinned spellcaster was actually a genuine citizen of the Astral Realm, of considerable birth.
The noble are not ashamed of their lowliness, while the lowly boast of their nobility. It is strange and odd, yet it is a common sight.
Void City, the pyramids recede into the distance.
The atmosphere was heavy at the porthole.
The unsuccessful start cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
Logo's mind raced as he pondered the hidden power behind the staff at the exchange counter.
After much thought, among all the forces he knew, only the Guta Federation possessed such terrifying influence.
But would the Guta Federation really mobilize its connections within the Spellcaster Association for Logo's sake?
It's highly unlikely!
On the one hand, Logo's threat wasn't that great; on the other hand, there was the intelligence.
The Guta Federation had no idea that Logo was leaving the plane and heading to the Astral Realm.
On the contrary, the clone that Logo arranged is now frequently appearing in public to cover up his whereabouts.
In conclusion, the probability of the Guta Federation taking action is no more than 5%!
If that's the case, then it's indeed as Teacher Madison predicted: the enemy's target is him!
Logo was just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire!