When My Game Power Follows Me in Real Life novel Chapter 7

Before the two of them could ask further, Aiden and Merrick had already walked away.

Brody and Rusty exchanged a glance, both seeing the excitement in the other's eyes.

"The Hall of Supremes does ring a bell. It's that tall, grand hall in the center of the Spawnpoint's central hub. Don't you think so?"

Rusty slapped his forehead.

From experience, whenever he started a new game, he'd habitually take a lap around the area to see if there were any hidden quests.

He knew the village layout like the back of his hand.

Brody nodded. "That's it, then. Looks like this game does have a hidden mechanic. Leveling up is hard work, but we'll be able to climb the ranks by spending some money."

"Of course! These developers are serious money-grabbers. It's insane to charge for progress like this!" cursed Rusty.

After fighting all those monsters and swinging axes until they practically smoked, they'd only gained a third of Experience Points.

"Let's go! I'll be sure to get myself one of these puppets. We'll only have to sit back and relax!"

Convinced they'd uncovered the game's secret, the two rushed toward the central hub.

Sure enough, in the central area stood the grand and imposing Hall of Supremes.

"Perfect! This is where we'll strike it rich!"

Brody lifted his head, full of ambition.

One after the other, they strode boldly into the hall.

Brody puffed out his chest, hands on his hips, and shouted, "You've got business here! Name your price!"

"Oh?" The Archmage sat nearby as he counted his marks, nearly cracking a smile at their confident display.

Another wealthy player looking to spend, eh?

He rose with a cheerful smile and approached them.

Two minutes later, a booming shout erupted, and deep blue light shot out.

"Where did these poor fools come from? Get lost!"

Boom!

'Points deducted: 290,524'

'Points deducted: 352,004'

Two figures flew out of the Hall of Supremes, their Health instantly wiped clean.

'Buff Brody, dead.'

'Rusty Junior, dead.'

In the graveyard, their soul forms stared at each other in shock, speechless.

They had been talking just fine a moment ago, and suddenly, an enormous water orb had come out of nowhere.

Why was that NPC so aggressive?

Furthermore, how were they considered poor with nearly 100,000 marks?

Just how much did that guy earlier fork out?

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'Large Slime Defeated, EXP +95'

'Large Goblin Warrior Defeated, EXP +92'

'Large Slime Defeated, EXP +95'

'Mega Werewolf Defeated, EXP +101'

Meanwhile, deep in Flowerfield, Aiden had no idea that a farce had just unfolded at the Hall of Supremes.

Of course, even if he did, he wouldn't have cared.

The flood of Experience Points rising before his eyes was already dizzying.

After all, he had a divine-level Sorcerer in a spawnpoint where most monsters hovered around level 10.

The young man wielding a massive sword knew that this was going to be a massacre.

Wherever Merrick moved, nothing survived.

Every strike dealt over a million in mass damage.

What used to be a peaceful canyon had become a wasteland.

In his line of sight, not a single living creature remained.

The Goblin Village, the only monster faction in the spawnpoint, had been completely wiped out.

Even the lazy mutt napping by the roadside got smacked twice for good measure.

Ding!

'Congratulations on reaching Level 5! You have now gained 10 attribute points, free to allocate.'

At this terrifying rate, Aiden was already past level five.

It was anyone's guess whether other players had even reached level two.

Money was the key to everything, but it had its drawbacks.

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