103: Chapter 103 Only by spending money can you become stronger.

"Starting today, we will implement a bottom-out elimination system."

Lei Zhan stood before a massive electronic leaderboard, his single eye scanning the hundreds of trembling rookies below the stage.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Every month, the bottom ten percent of the point rankings—get lost."

"Those whose points aren't enough to pay for their room and board in the camp—get lost."

"Of course, points are also your life."

The alloy staff in Lei Zhan's hand suddenly pointed toward the large screen behind him.

The screen lit up.

The densely packed exchange list instantly caused everyone's breath to hitch.

[S-Rank Genetic Potion: 5,000 Points]

[Grandmaster Level Combat Technique Guidance: 3,000 Points/Hour]

[Gravity Room Usage Rights: 100 Points/Hour]

[Selection Rights for the National Treasury Periphery: 10,000 Points (Limit One Time)]

...

Those strings of zeros made people's heads spin.

And at this moment, the point balance in most students' accounts was still an embarrassing zero.

"Want points? Then go risk your lives."

Lei Zhan gave a cold laugh and turned to leave.

"The Mission Hall is open twenty-four hours a day. Whether it's hunting exotic beasts or acting as a sparring partner, as long as you don't die, you'll get points."

The square instantly erupted into a frenzy.

The students, who originally felt like favored daughters of heaven or young masters of noble houses, had all turned into workers struggling for a living.

The pressure to survive was instantly maxed out.

However...

Just when everyone was ready to fight to the death at the Mission Hall for even a single point...

In front of the entrance to Villa A-1, a new sign was hung up.

[Myriad Treasures Pavilion Tianjiao Camp Branch]

[Main Business: Point Doubling Cards, Mission Exemptions, Instant Injury Recovery Potions]

[Special Service: High-inter... oh no, Point Loans.]

Lin Fan lay on a rocking chair at the entrance, holding a glass of iced watermelon juice in his hand.

He watched those sweating students running toward the Mission Hall, his straw making a "slurping" sound.

"This isn't a training camp; this is clearly my leek field."

Lin Fan lamented.

The strength of the myriad races blind box system lay in its ability to transform all resources into more efficient commodities.

Take that [Point Doubling Card], for example.

It was actually a temporary buff item the system created using low-level exotic beast inner cores that had a "luck enhancement" effect.

The cost was extremely low.

But in the eyes of these students who desperately needed points to survive, it was a divine object.

"Brother Fan, I want a Doubling Card!"

A student covered in mud rushed over and slammed the 50 points he had just earned onto the table.

"I've thought about it. Instead of working myself to death on ten missions, I'd rather buy a card; one mission will be worth two!"

"Smart."

Lin Fan snapped his fingers.

A girl wearing a Ding-rank uniform immediately stepped forward from the side and respectfully handed over a card.

She was a clerk hired by Lin Fan.

Her salary was 1 point per day, plus room and board.

For Ding-rank students living in drafty wooden shacks, this was simply a heavenly job.

"That will be 50 points, thank you."

Lin Fan collected the money with a smile.

The student took the card and ran off excitedly.

Where there was a first, there was a second.

Soon, a long queue formed in front of Lin Fan's stall again.

"Brother Fan, what if I don't have enough points?"

"No problem, we support loans."

Lin Fan took out a stack of pre-prepared contracts.

"Borrow nine, return thirteen; fair for all, young and old."

"As long as you sign, this [Mission Exemption] is yours. Even if you don't do a single mission this month, you won't be eliminated."

The student looked at the ridiculously high interest and grit his teeth.

Sign!

To avoid being sent back in disgrace, what did this bit of interest matter!

In just half a day...

The entire economic system of the Tianjiao Camp was disrupted by Lin Fan alone.

The closed loop of "work hard = get points" originally set by the officials was forcibly interrupted by Lin Fan.

It became "work hard = earn money to buy Lin Fan's items = work more easily."

A massive amount of points eventually flowed into Lin Fan's pocket.

Even Tang Si, who had been beaten half to death earlier, was now mixed in the crowd.

He had just come out of the medical pod, and his face was still somewhat pale.

But he was the most frenzied at grinding missions.

As the owner of an S-rank Wind-Thunder talent, his mission efficiency was several times that of an ordinary person.

"Give me ten Doubling Cards!"

Tang Si slammed the several hundred points he had just earned onto the table.

His gaze toward Lin Fan was very complex.

There was both hatred and the helplessness of having to bow his head.

Because he discovered that without buying Lin Fan's things, he simply couldn't compete with the others.

This was the joy of a monopoly.

Lin Fan watched the rapidly rising numbers in his account, his heart blooming with joy.

Right then.

A fragrant breeze wafted over.

The queuing crowd automatically parted to make a path.

A woman wearing a tight combat suit with an explosive figure walked over.

She had wavy curly hair and delicate features like a doll.

Especially those eyes—watery and seemingly able to speak.

Zhao Menglu.

An S-rank Mental-type genius from Magic City.

She was extremely popular in the Tianjiao Camp and was known as the "Otaku Reaper."

"Brother Lin Fan~"

Zhao Menglu walked up to Lin Fan and leaned forward slightly.

Her neckline was already low, and this bend made it even more surging.

The male students around them almost had their eyeballs pop out, the sound of swallowing saliva rising and falling.

Zhao Menglu was very confident in her charm.

She reached out a finger painted with vermillion and gently drew circles on Lin Fan's table.

"I don't have enough points~"

"Can you... give me a discount?"

"Or, we can pay in other ways~"

Her voice was soft and numbing, carrying a hint of mental charm.

If it were an ordinary man, his bones would have probably turned soft by now; forget a discount, he'd be willing to give it for free.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow.

He set down the watermelon juice and sat up straight.

"Other ways?"

Lin Fan looked Zhao Menglu up and down.

Zhao Menglu felt a surge of joy in her heart.

As expected, all men were scumbags.

As long as she handled Lin Fan, wouldn't she be able to take whatever she wanted from this Myriad Treasures Pavilion in the future?

"Yes~"

Zhao Menglu blew a kiss, her mental power silently releasing, wanting to deepen Lin Fan's infatuation.

"As long as Brother is willing, I can go help you clean your villa tonight."

An innuendo.

A blatant innuendo.

The hearts of the surrounding students shattered.

The goddess was actually going to offer herself up for a few cards?

This Lin Fan is simply a beast!

However...

The next second.

A golden light suddenly flashed in Lin Fan's eyes.

[Eye of True Sight, Activate]

In his vision, Zhao Menglu's exquisite and perfect face instantly changed.

The originally full forehead showed the outline of fillers.

Under the high bridge of the nose was an L-shaped silicone implant.

Even those alluring European-style double eyelids clearly showed traces of thread embedding.

The most ridiculous part was the chest.

That wasn't fat at all; it was two massive water bags.

"Pfft."

Lin Fan couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.

The smile on Zhao Menglu's face froze.

"Brother, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something funny."

Lin Fan deactivated the Eye of True Sight, the expression on his face instantly becoming incomparably cold.

It even carried a hint of disgust.

He shrank back slightly, as if Zhao Menglu were some virus-laden trash.

"Student Zhao, I run a legitimate business here."

"No credit, and definitely no payment in kind."

"Especially..."

Lin Fan pointed at Zhao Menglu's face, then at her chest.

"I'm allergic to high-tech synthetic materials."

"Your nose is crooked; I suggest you get it fixed. Also, don't get too close to me, I'm afraid the hyaluronic acid in your face will explode all over me."

Silence.

A deathly silence.

The flirtatious smile on Zhao Menglu's face completely solidified.

She widened her eyes, looking at Lin Fan in disbelief.

He saw through it?

He actually saw through it?

She had spent over ten million to find a top master in the Kingdom of Korea to do these touch-ups!

Even a Grandmaster Level Expert couldn't see any flaws; how did this Lin Fan see through it?

"You... what nonsense are you talking!"

Zhao Menglu was exasperated, her originally sweet voice becoming sharp and piercing.

"Who had plastic surgery! I'm naturally beautiful!"

"Oh, naturally beautiful silicone?"

Lin Fan's toxic tongue attribute was fully activated.

"Don't block my business; there are people queuing behind you."

"If you don't have money, go move bricks. Don't pull this fake nonsense."

"Next!"

Lin Fan directly ignored Zhao Menglu and waved to the person behind.

Zhao Menglu trembled all over with rage.

In all her years, this was the first time she had been so humiliated.

And it was in front of so many people, exposing her most secret scar.

"Lin Fan! Just you wait!"

Zhao Menglu covered her face and ran away crying.

The surrounding students looked at Lin Fan, their gazes shifting from jealousy to awe.

What a ruthless man.

Faced with this level of beauty's temptation, not only was he unmoved, but he also directly insulted her until she cried.

Is this the legendary "With no woman in the heart, drawing the sword naturally makes one a god"?

No wonder he can live in Villa A-1.

He deserves to get rich!

Lin Fan didn't care about this little interlude at all.

To him, a woman like Zhao Menglu, covered in "tech and ruthlessness," wasn't even qualified to be raw material for a blind box.

Too fake.

It would affect the blind box quality.

Night fell.

The Myriad Treasures Pavilion branch closed for the day.

Lin Fan tallied up today's earnings.

"After deducting the salaries for those clerks, a net profit of thirty thousand points."

"Plus the one hundred million in funds Tang Si contributed earlier."

"It's almost enough."

Lin Fan stretched, his gaze becoming sharp.

As if he were stocking up on goods, Lin Fan frantically swept through the inventory in the National Treasury.

For ordinary martial artists, these materials didn't have much use besides forging weapons.

Moreover, they were expensive and had extremely low cost-effectiveness.

But in Lin Fan's eyes, these were all treasures.

Because these were the key materials needed to repair and upgrade the [dragon vein amplification reactor] blueprints.

"Confirm exchange."

Lin Fan pressed the confirm button.

The points in his account were instantly cleared.

But he didn't feel any heartache at all.

Points were things you couldn't bring with you when you were born or take with you when you died; they were only yours once spent.

As long as he could produce that reactor, forget tens of thousands of points—it would be worth it even if he sold the entire Tianjiao Camp.

Half an hour later.

A drone silently landed on the villa's terrace, delivering all the resources Lin Fan had exchanged.

Lin Fan carried the box and turned to walk into the villa's underground secret room.

This place was originally meant for secluded cultivation, possessing the highest level of soundproofing and defensive arrays.

Lin Fan opened the box.

A dazzling array of rare materials emitted various colors of light, illuminating the dim secret room.