Watching the once-proud, high-and-mighty Archmage now trembling with excitement, Aiden couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
They said money could make ghosts turn millstones, and this seemed true.
The Hall of Supremes, which players had to go through dozens of quests and 100 levels to unlock, could now be accessed at an outrageous price.
Just the entry fee alone cost five million marks.
The Archmage swept his wide sleeve, taking the pile of marks with a grin that spread across his wrinkled face like a blooming sunflower.
"The Battle King Suite on the top floor welcomes you. Once you arrive, some of the old folks there will receive you."
Being stared at with such fiery enthusiasm by a man old enough to be his grandfather made Aiden's skin crawl.
He said dryly, "I liked you better when you were all arrogant and aloof a moment ago. Mind switching back to that?"
The Archmage's expression immediately turned solemn again, his gaze as deep and dark as an abyss.
"Go on up, young man."
"That's more like it," Aiden said with a smirk before striding up the staircase.
He soon reached the top floor.
The heavy stone doors rumbled open, revealing twelve massive candelabras forming a long path.
Blue flames flickered faintly atop them, casting eerie light across the grand hall.
The atmosphere was solemn and oppressive.
A deep, commanding voice echoed through the chamber.
"What brings you here, young man?"
Aiden looked up to see a middle-aged man clad in golden battle armor, walking toward him with the confidence of a lion.
Just like before, Aiden couldn't see a name, only a few details floating in the air.
'Berserker, Level 100.'
Compared to the old Archmage downstairs, this Berserker was on an entirely different level.
"I'm here to hire a protector," Aiden said.
The golden-armored warrior eyed him before nodding.
"Very well."
With a wave of his hand, a holographic panel appeared in front of Aiden.
'Paladin of Glory, originating from the Hall of Supremes. Level 100, priced at 1,000,000 marks a day.'
'Elemental Sorcerer, originating from the Hall of Supremes. Level 100, priced at 1,000,000 marks a day.'
'Shadow Assassin, originating from the Hall of Supremes. Level 100, priced at 1,000,000 marks a day.'
'Grand Archmage, Level 80, priced at 800,000 marks a day.'
As one of the most powerful factions in Doomsday, the Hall of Supremes was in a league of its own.
Even the lowest-ranked hire on the list was at level 80.
Better yet, they were all puppets.
This meant total obedience to whoever paid for them.
For someone still stuck in spawnpoints, hiring one puppet meant absolute domination.
Aiden, however, seemed unsatisfied.
He asked with a frown, "Do you not have any divine-level puppets?"
"Divine-level puppets?"
The middle-aged Berserker blinked in surprise, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Divine-level puppets are incredibly rare. It's impossible to rent those!"
He added, "Besides, you haven't even passed a single Tier Advancement Trial. Being able to rent a level-80 puppet is already a huge stroke of luck. Don't bite off more than you can chew."
Aiden's expression remained calm. "I'll pay more."
"Even if you pay more, it won't work. I'll say it again! Divine-level puppets are far too precious to rent," the Berserker said firmly.
Aiden's eyes narrowed. "I'll pay 100,000,000 per day."
"You must be Nighthale. Just as I expected, you're pretty impressive."
Aiden looked up to see an old man in sorcerer's robes standing before him, appearing out of nowhere.
His details weren't visible, and he was probably the divine-level Sorcerer that Draco had been talking about.
"And you are?" Aiden asked politely.
Although he was the client, Aiden was dealing with a divine-level expert—fundamentally different from a puppet.
Flaunting his wealth arrogantly could easily make someone walk away.
Returning the money and canceling the contract was one thing; breaking the contract entirely was another.
The old man's eyes were calm as he spoke.
"I am Merrick Jones. For the next 24 hours, I will follow your orders."
"Of course, I will not commit any crimes," he added. "It's clearly written in the contract, right?"
Aiden smiled. "Don't worry. I just want to conquer a hidden dungeon of extreme difficulty."
"Good." Merrick nodded, unconcerned.
For a divine-level expert like him, a hidden dungeon in a spawnpoint was hardly a challenge.
He could even kill a Goblin Warrior and its entire family with a wave of his hand.
"This way, please." Aiden wasted no time and led Merrick out of the Hall of Supremes.
With only a single day available, every second counted.
As they rushed toward the leveling spot, Aiden was secretly in awe.
After all, he'd hired a divine-level expert!
Even in his previous life, he had never experienced this kind of treatment.
He'd be undefeatable in the central hub, let alone some spawnpoint.
The power of wealth was truly terrifying.

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