Chapter 35 (1/2)

“Please excuse my rudeness.”

“No, it’s okay.”

“How did you get these items? Did you buy them with your points?”

Cha Jun Sung smiled gently so that Jung Hye Ryung would not get the wrong idea. There is no crazy Lifer who would buy items with points to sell them.

They sell items when they no longer need them or if they come across them by coincidence as Cha Jun Sung did.

“They were gathered in a mutant nest.”

“There are store item numbers, but does that mean that many Lifers died?”

Items are classified into two groups. Ones that were bought in the store or ones found while going through a mission. The difference is in the product number.

“Since there were 3 survivors in 4 parties with 40 people, 37 people died.”

“Goodness!”

Jung Hye Ryung’s eyes widened in surprise. If 37 people went in and died in parties instead of solo, she could guess the difficulty level.

“And purchasing them?”

“Ah! They’re the point pricing decided in the group. Please check.”

The competent employees at Chilsung Group had created appropriate pricing.

Jung Hye Ryung showed him the prices written out simply. He had heard of the approximate prices on Lifer World, but seeing them is different.

The situation is different when selling items worth hundreds of points instead of 1 point Of course an item is more expensive.

300 points is $45,000.

400 points is $64,000.

500 points is $85,000.

This is how the price of points rises. The most expensive items that Cha Jun Sung brought are the 1000-point machine gun and sniper rifle.

If he sells the booty he discovered in Field of Meat, he would get hundreds of thousands of dollars. It is quite easy to make money. To someone with nothing, Life Mission is a way of life.

“Let’s do it.”

“That’s an excellent decision.”

Jung Hye Ryung looked satisfied. The items that she buys from Cha Jun Sung would become a way to develop the Chilsung Group Lifers a step.

If they arm 2 parties and go in a 1500-point mission, it would be a tremendous help to the guild founded by Chilsung Group/

Jung Hye Ryung handed a bag of money that was under the table.

“We rounded the last digit up and it is $25 million.”

“Thank you. The number makes it easy to split with my friend.”

“Do you have someone with you?”

-[Zephyrus, put your gun down.]

-[Yes.]

Park Jin Hyuk’s voice came out of the PDA. As a means of contact like a cellphone, it is the type that trades points.

When Jung Hye Ryung finally understood the situation, there were shivers down her spine.