Chapter 282: Power inflation (2)
Countless candles were lit in unison.
The dripping candle wax ran down the pile of gold coins beneath them and hardened into a solid mass.
"...Oh my god."
Dolores looked around at her illuminated surroundings and opened her mouth.
The vault's vast world could be summarized in one word.
Wealth.
Something that vaguely transcended the average human's imagination of how wealthy a human could be.
Gold coins, ingots, jewelry, and other things of value rolled down hills and formed great mountains that rose steadily beyond them, forming mountain ranges.
On the ceiling, stalactite-like formations dripped down, and they, too, were made of gold and jewels.
Countless golden goblets and swords, crowns, necklaces, earrings, rings, brooches, costly antiques, jewelry so brilliant and sparkling that it blinded the eye, countless documents and papers proving property rights, works of art of incredible value, bottles of extremely rare liquors, and so much more lay littered everywhere.
The wealth is so overwhelming that anyone can't even begin to fathom where it's coming from.