Chapter 575 Grade S!

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Chapter 575 Grade S!

?Villain Ch 575. Grade S!

Returning to Cursed Crypts, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. The clock was ticking towards midnight, and logic dictated they should've logged off, but that treasure had them all hooked. They couldn't resist checking the marketplace to gauge the potential profit.

Huddled around their screens, they sifted through the item prices listed if sold to NPCs. The thrill of seeing those figures was undeniable, but the real challenge lay ahead – finding players with deep pockets willing to splurge on artifacts.

The catch? None of the crew could personally use these artifacts. Their gear was custom-made, requiring more coins and upgrade stones. The debate kicked off - should they sell to NPCs for a quick profit or risk the marketplace for a potentially higher return?

Vivian chimed in, "NPC prices are good, but real players might pay more."

Jane added, "We need those coins for upgrades, though."

The crew found themselves in a problem. The allure of a high payout tangled with the practicality of upgrading gear, leaving them in a dilemma.

They couldn't help but ponder whether any players out there actually had enough coin to spare. It was a gamble – risk it for the jackpot or play it safe with the NPCs. Allen, gazing at the plethora of items, sighed. "We'll figure it out," he assured, his eyes reflecting the uncertainty of their newfound?wealth.

Deciding to check out the market, Under the dim glow of street lamps, Allen and the girls navigated through the bustling streets of Debaris City, each cloaked in their own chosen disguise. The city had become a hotspot for renowned guild members and high-level players.

Despite the late hour, the market square throbbed with activity. As they strolled, players in various garbs bartered and haggled over wares. The energy was infectious, a vibrant blend of commerce and camaraderie. The towering structure at the city's center acted as a magnetic hub, drawing in players seeking relaxation and connection.

Near the middle of the tower, guild members clustered, exchanging stories and strategies. Laughter and banter reverberated, creating a lively backdrop against the night. Allen and the girls blended seamlessly into the diverse crowd, their disguises shielding them from recognition.

In the city's core, a dungeon entrance beckoned, attracting players in search of adventure. The eager few advertising for hunting companions congregated, their avatars animatedly discussing strategies.

Alice inhaled deeply, letting the bustling ambiance of Debaris City fill her senses. A genuine smile graced her face as she remarked, "I haven't been in a crowded place like this for a long time." Her steps seemed to echo the sentiment, moving with an ease that suggested both comfort and nostalgia.

Bella, always quick to catch on, cringed slightly and questioned, "What does that mean? Aren't we always together every time?"

Alice, leaning on Bella, clarified, "I mean, I'm rarely among players without them chasing me or treating me as the villain."

Allen, intrigued, turned to her, asking, "You rarely travel to the city?"

Allen, summing up the discussion, declared, "Alright, let's focus on acquiring materials for better weapons first. Once we've upgraded our offensive capabilities, we can turn our attention to armor and utility items. And don't forget to check for potential upgrades."

With their priorities set, the group dispersed, navigating the bustling marketplace with newfound purpose.

Amid the lively chaos of the marketplace, Allen decided to take a detour and explore the stalls set up by fellow players before heading to the NPC auction. His objective, as usual, was clear: snag those elusive upgrade stones and enhancement stones. This time, though, he upped the ante. Grade A? Heck, he was even gunning for the elusive grade S.

Casually sauntering amidst the stalls, Allen's eyes darted across the array of items on display. The air was thick with the excitement of potential discoveries. Then, like a glinting gem, he spotted it—an enchantment stone that practically radiated rarity. His pace came to a sudden halt, and a knowing grin stretched across Allen's face.

It was unmistakable. The enchantment stone was a grade S, the kind of rarity that seasoned players and high-level craftsmen coveted. Allen's eyes lit up with excitement as he contemplated the possibilities. This was no ordinary find; it was a jackpot.

Turning towards the seller with anticipation, Allen's elation was quickly tempered by an unexpected sight. There, right in the midst of the bustling market, stood Greg. The one person Allen hoped to avoid in this crowded expanse.

Crossing paths with him was rarely a positive experience.

Nevertheless, determined not to let this encounter spoil his find, Allen steeled himself and approached the seller. As he inquired about the price of the grade S enchantment stone, he couldn't shake the feeling that Greg's gaze lingered nearby.

Without missing a beat, Allen sidestepped towards the player's stall's menu, a strategic move to evade any unwanted conversation with Greg. The holographic interface flickered to life, presenting the details of the grade S enchantment stone. Allen wasted no time, swiftly checking the price and deciding to make the purchase. '50,000 coins?' he mused, briefly hesitating at the cost but recognizing the standard rate for such a rare item. With a determined nod, he confirmed the transaction.

Just as Allen turned, ready to make a swift exit, Greg's voice sliced through theair. "You're surely rich, Allen."

An audible exhale escaped Allen'slips, and he turned to face Greg. The unexpected encounter sent a ripple of annoyance through him. Greg couldn't resist a jab at Allen's perceived wealth.

"How are you, Allen?" Greg asked, his greeting carrying a hint of surprise.

Allen, maintaining a guarded demeanor, replied, "Good, I think," his response delivered in a half-assed tone.

Greg's inquisitive nature didn't waver as he continued to pry into Allen's life. "Where have you been hunting lately?" he asked, probing for details that Allen wasn't keen on sharing.

Despite the unease, Allen responded, revealing some generic hunting grounds to throw Greg off. "Last time I went to the Dead Pit. You know, just checking around."

Greg, persistent in his curiosity, then delved into Allen's work. "How's your progress with your quests? Any new gear?" he inquired, a sly grin evident in hisexpression.

Allen, cautious yet compliant, provided brief updates, careful not to reveal too much about his achievements. "Good."

Despite the tension, Allen maintained a semblance of composure, answering Greg's barrage of questions with a measured reserve.