After Third Valkyrie left, Kyle talked a bit with Swamp Dragon and Manny.
Surprisingly, Manny hadn't made any issues so far, even though Kyle hadn't been there.
However, Kyle wasn't completely sure if he should believe Swamp Dragon's recounting of things. Swamp Dragon wouldn't lie about something like that, but he most likely viewed things from a different perspective.
A teenager who broke several things in a week could be considered problematic, but when a toddler did that, it was kind of expected.
Maybe Swamp Dragon was simply viewing Manny as a toddler.
Naturally, the two of them also wanted to know what Kyle actually went through and how he was still alive.
While Kyle recounted his events, the other two thought several times that Kyle was about to die.
Just the fact that he survived a collision between an unfathomably powerful Elemental and a Planet was unbelievable.
Kyle had been dumped into the Elemental Dimension for several seconds. That was the most dangerous scenario any Rarity Hunter could encounter.
After they talked for a while about random things, they talked about their job again.
"Our shift ended a couple of years ago," Swamp Dragon said. "Our next one will start in about 170 years."
Kyle did some calculations.
"Huh, that perfectly aligns with my schedule," he said. "I'm supposed to get to my next organization in about 220 years. When our shift starts in 170 years, our shift will end just a small moment before my other shift starts."
"It's always like this," Manny said with a smile. "They are planning our shifts according to our other jobs. I've been here a bit longer, and I haven't had a conflict between my jobs yet."
Kyle nodded. "Makes sense. That means I got some time to unlock more Clusters. Not sure if I have enough treas- oh, wait! I completely forgot!"
The other two looked at Kyle.
"Yes?" Swamp Dragon asked.
"Rewards!" Kyle shouted. "I forgot that I'm filthy fucking rich now! Well, we are. I mean, we're a team."
"Oh?" Manny asked with a smirk. "Did you get something good?"
"WE got something good," Kyle said. "We're a team, which means everyone gets a share in the profits."
Kyle stood up from his chair. "I'm going to exchange everything. You guys can check your balance while I'm gone."
Kyle smirked. "Try not to lose your jaws."
Swamp Dragon raised a brow.
He had already been on two other Planets with Manny and their new/old teammate. One had been a bit boring and uneventful, but the other one had brought them quite a bit of money.
They had found a lot of ore and two Vortexes on that Planet.
"Are you that confident?" Swamp Dragon asked.
Kyle just laughed as he walked away. "Just wait!"
Swamp Dragon looked at Manny, who just smirked.
"I believe him," Manny said.
Swamp Dragon just shook his head.
He had no issues with Manny anymore, but he still couldn't make a lot of sense of him.
For example, Swamp Dragon was still confused as to why Manny liked Kyle so much, even though Kyle had been nothing but antagonistic towards him.
Meanwhile, Kyle walked down several hallways until he reached a big door.
He walked through the door and saw an old lady sitting behind a counter, watching a video on her Communicator.
This was the shop.
Every member could buy whatever they wanted with their Communicator, and it would be sent to them, but when it came to selling stuff, they had to go to the shop.
They could also order stuff from the shop, but the shop lady just looked at them with annoyance and made snide remarks.
Due to security concerns, only Inner Disciples of the Array of Stars ran the shops, and they were annoyed that they had to do such boring tasks.
They were fucking geniuses!
Why did they have to run a fucking shop?!
Well, the reason why they had to do these jobs was that they were not good enough.
Somebody had to do these jobs, and the jobs were given out based on a ranking system.
If you didn't perform well enough, you would get shop duty, administrative duty, talent scouting duty, trade negotiation duty, and other stuff.
"I'm here to sell," Kyle said as he approached the counter.
"Don't you know how this works?" the lady asked with annoyance, not looking away from her video. "Give me your title, Realm, and job."
"Nope, I don't know how this works," Kyle said with a smirk as he leaned on the counter with one elbow. "First time. Can you explain?"
"I don't know, can I?" she asked.
"Can you?" Kyle repeated.
The old lady snorted. "Title, Realm, job. Name them."
"Meteor Hammer, Primal, Rarity Hunter."
The old lady took a deep breath of annoyance and stood up.
Fucking Rarity Hunters.
Whenever a Rarity Hunter entered to sell something, she had to do a lot of work, and she hated work.
Rarity Hunters had a bunch of different things, and she had to evaluate all of them, which was a lot of work.
She walked over to the counter and put a ring down. "Storage Ring. Put everything you harvested in there. You can only keep 50% of what you got. You will receive your 50% in Contribution Points. Did you split the loot and exchange individually, or is this the loot of your entire team?"
"Entire team, but it's a bit late. We went to the Planet over 50 years ago."
"Don't you know that you're supposed to immediately bring your stuff to us after returning?!" the lady shouted in annoyance. "Keeping your loot for this long breaks the rules of your job, and you can be demoted or even fired for this!"
Kyle just shrugged. "Well, I would've brou-"
"I don't care about your excuses, and frankly, I don't like your tone!" the lady said. "I'm making a report!"
Kyle just shrugged again with a shit-eating grin.
The lady snorted and wrote a couple of things on her Communicator.
A couple of seconds passed.
Then, the lady's demeanor got even more annoyed.
"You got away this time, but don't let it happen again!" she said in annoyance. "Now, put your stuff in the Space Ring!"
When the lady saw Kyle's grin, she got even more annoyed.
Apparently, her levels of annoyance were endlessly increasable.
Of course, Kyle knew that nothing would happen to him.
What the fuck was he supposed to do? He had roleplayed a brick in a wall for the last few decades.
Naturally, Kyle had received an exception.
The next moment, Kyle dumped almost everything he had in his Soul Space into the Space Ring and pushed it towards the shop lady.
The shop lady's senses stretched into the Space Ring, and she looked at the mountain of ore.
The amount of ore wasn't surprising. Rarity Hunters always came back with shitloads of ore.
When the lady saw everything in the Space Ring, her brows furrowed more and more.
What the fuck?
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