Chapter 92: Rich
The old man blinked, clearly caught off guard by Damon’s sudden, dramatic declaration. "You want all of this old man’s stock? Are you sure?"
"Yes, Great Master," Damon replied solemnly, folding his hands with exaggerated reverence. "This one may not have much, but I know treasure when I see it. These potions...they just need a little time."
The old man squinted at him, lips twitching in amusement. "You’re a strange one, boy. Most players would call me a fraud and walk away laughing."
Damon gave a faint smile. "I am not most players, Great Master."
That earned a low chuckle. "A fool calling another fool great master. Go inside and take whatever you want."
Damon politely nodded. He then climbed into the old shack and went inside to take a look. The floor was creaky and the whole shop was poorly maintained. There was dust and cobwebs everywhere.
He coughed a little and looked around when suddenly he froze like a statue from head to toe. Inside the smalle cramped place, lined on shelf after shelf were rows and rows of potions.
Some were cloudy, some glowing faintly, and some had strange motes swirling within them like drifting stardust. The colors ranged from sickly greens to radiant silvers, from pitch black to blinding gold. It was a chaotic alchemical rainbow.
And Damon recognized each and every one of these potions. They were all high-tier potions and they went for at least 10 gold a pop. This rate was after 2 years of the game. Right now potions like this should technically be invaluable.
Damon slowly exhaled. "Unbelievable..."
He was looking at the future economy of Earth Online. A supply chain before anyone even realized there was a market.