Apocalypse Arrives: I Become a Powerhouse by Scavenging

Hearing Moira Lynch’s words, the well-dressed man was speechless for a moment. The suspicion that had just begun to form in his mind subsided, but it didn’t vanish entirely.

"Are you really not interested in other rare ores? Some are even more valuable than Gold."

Moira Lynch met the man’s renewed questioning with a calm expression. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

In the end, Redlight still signed the agreement with Moira Lynch, promising to trade Gold, jade, and various gemstones for her Game Coins.

After the agreement was signed, the two men showed no sign of leaving. Shane Rhodes asked, "Is there something else?"

The well-dressed man spoke this time. "Besides Game Coins, we also hope Miss Lynch can provide us with a batch of items. Of course, the price is negotiable. How about we use the market rate?"

"We know the auction house takes a hefty commission on every sale. That’s a significant amount of money. By dealing with us directly, you can save on that fee. It’s a win-win for both of us."

Hearing this, Moira Lynch nodded. "You’re right. But no. I don’t make the items. I’m just a middleman."

A faint smile played on Moira Lynch’s lips as she spoke, her gaze both sincere and detached.

The well-dressed man didn’t seem surprised by Moira Lynch’s words.

The well-dressed man wasn’t a gamer, but he had awakened a talent and held the position of vice president of the Cathayan Guild in *Divine Soul*.

They had guessed her identity the first time Moira Lynch came to them to exchange for Gold Coins. At the same time, they also learned about the effects of that batch of items.

As it stood, the Cathayan Guild was in no position to compete with the top Major Guilds.

So, despite their burning envy, they had restrained themselves. It wasn’t until Moira Lynch appeared that their ambitions were rekindled.

Because of these items, both the difficulty of obtaining Real Exchange Coupons and their price had skyrocketed. To date, they hadn’t managed to collect very many.

In other words, even if they obtained the items, they could face the predicament of being unable to materialize them in the real world.

But that didn’t matter. The items themselves were a resource.

In fact, when they first suspected Moira Lynch was the creator, they had even thought of monopolizing the business. That way, the Cathayan Guild could rise rapidly within the game.

However, they weren’t without their doubts. Considering Moira Lynch’s age and how long she had been playing the game, could she really craft such incredible items?

They knew that ever since she started playing, Moira Lynch only logged in occasionally. To this day, her level was still among the lowest tier of players.

They were simultaneously surprised and unsurprised by Moira Lynch’s apparent lack of ambition.

The well-dressed man asked, "Then can you tell us who created these items?"

Moira Lynch shrugged. "Who else could it be? SoySauceDrunkard, of course. Who else is there?"

She said it so naturally that no one could tell she was lying—except for the three who knew the truth: Shane Rhodes, Kai York, and Hugh Finch.

They knew Moira Lynch was the one who made the items, and they were also extremely displeased with the well-dressed man’s attitude and actions.

So, they had planned this in advance. If her identity was at risk of being exposed, they would pin it all on SoySauceDrunkard. After all, the man had always been a mystery; attaching his name to anything immediately made it seem plausible.

Those were Kai York’s exact words.

Hearing this at the time, Moira Lynch could only react with stunned confusion.

’Huh!? Who? Me?’

"You’re actually in contact with SoySauceDrunkard?" It was Redlight who spoke this time.

He was filled with a mix of emotions. After all, ever since that person had appeared out of nowhere, he had no longer been in Mr. Lynch’s "good graces."

Now, suddenly hearing that Moira Lynch was connected to SoySauceDrunkard, Redlight felt a pang of jealousy.

However, he quickly pushed the feeling aside.

"If it’s Mr. Ly— If it’s SoySauceDrunkard, then it’s not surprising he can create items like these."

After all, this was SoySauceDrunkard we were talking about.

Who on all of Caelus didn’t know his name?

It was no exaggeration to say that countless people across Caelus were alive today thanks to him.

This was especially true for them in Cathaya.

So, no matter what SoySauceDrunkard did, they wouldn’t find it surprising.

Besides, from what they understood, Moira Lynch’s group—no, Moira Lynch herself—was the first person known, other than SoySauceDrunkard, to bring items out from the game.

In contrast to Redlight’s ready acceptance, the well-dressed man remained skeptical. "So you really didn’t make these items? You didn’t have some kind of special encounter in the game?"

"Special encounters aren’t a dime a dozen, you know. You can’t just stumble upon one whenever you feel like it. And even if you could, it wouldn’t happen to a small fry like me. Besides, at my current level, I can’t even forge anything."

Moira Lynch’s eyes were the picture of innocence, as if she truly had nothing to do with the matter.

Just then, the well-dressed man suddenly posed another sharp question. "If you’re just the middleman, why is the money from the item sales in your possession? Aren’t you the one who made the rich list?"

Hearing this, Moira Lynch felt a flicker of panic, but her expression remained unchanged. "Because SoySauceDrunkard gave the items directly to me after he made them. I was the one who took them to the auction house."

"And this deal with us? Your idea or his?" the man pressed, relentless.

Moira Lynch was growing impatient. If it weren’t for the fact that the man seemed to have no real malicious intent, she would have thrown him out already.

But being interrogated like a criminal was rapidly draining what little patience she had left.

"It was a joint decision we made to protect both of our identities. Are you satisfied with that answer?"

Moira Lynch’s voice turned sarcastic, her tone dripping with impatience.

As her emotions flared, the spiritual power around her began to stir restlessly.

Before, when Moira Lynch’s spiritual power had been calm, the well-dressed man had been completely oblivious. Now, it was impossible not to notice.

He felt like a rickety boat tossed on a vast ocean, in danger of being swallowed by the waves at any moment.

Soon, his back was soaked in sweat. His face grew pale, and he stared at Moira Lynch with an expression of pure terror.