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Chapter 66 -66-Manager Harry’s Shock

Chapter 66: Chapter66-Manager Harry’s Shock

Castle Mington – Multiracial Commerce League

"Manager Harry, here’s a list of all the materials I need. Please make sure to gather them as quickly as possible."

Harry, seated comfortably in his office, was jolted upright as a figure suddenly appeared before him. His heart skipped a beat—until he recognized the person.

It was His Highness, Daniel.

A broad smile immediately lit up Harry’s face.

Just days ago, Harry had received a personal commendation from the head of the Commerce League, all thanks to this man—Daniel. If it hadn’t been for that chance encounter and his decision to personally attend to Daniel’s request, Harry knew his own future would have been completely different.

By all rights, Harry lacked the qualifications and background to ever rise to such a high position within the League. But fate had smiled on him.

He was now the vice head of the Mington Branch of the Multiracial Commerce League—a title he could scarcely have dreamed of before meeting Daniel.

"Your Highness Daniel," he said with a respectful bow, "what materials do you need? I’ll head to the warehouse immediately. If we have them, they’re yours—no payment necessary. We’re family here, after all."

Hearing that, Daniel couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

The Commerce League truly knew how to build relationships.

This was no simple act of generosity. They were making it crystal clear that they valued Daniel and saw great potential in him. After all, the Multiracial Commerce League was not a charity—it was a profit-driven, elite economic force. For them to waive payments... it could only mean one thing:

They were investing in him.

"I’ve listed everything I need right here," Daniel replied calmly, handing over the list.

Harry accepted the document and began skimming it—until his eyes landed on a particular item.

His face twitched slightly.

[Griffin’s Eye]?

Wasn’t that an ultra-rare material that only dropped—very occasionally—from specific underground labyrinth bosses?

If memory served, the Mington branch had exactly one in the warehouse, and even that was more of a collector’s item than anything else.

But Daniel wanted twenty!?

Was this a joke?

To put things in perspective, even if every human Awakener across the continent worked non-stop for a year, they likely wouldn’t be able to collectively gather twenty Griffin’s Eyes.

Worse still, each one cost a fortune.

Harry cleared his throat carefully before speaking, "Your Highness, I must be honest. We currently have only one Griffin’s Eye in stock. Its listed price is 1 billion gold coins—and that’s already at a discount."

Daniel’s expression didn’t change much, but the corner of his mouth twitched ever so slightly.

One billion? For one?

He had thought himself fairly wealthy. After selling off mountains of equipment and high-tier loot, his total assets had reached several dozen billion gold coins.

But if one Griffin’s Eye cost 1 billion, then twenty would be 20 billion.

That was... ridiculous.

For a single material?

But as Daniel thought about it more, he realized the price was actually quite fair.

Griffin’s Eyes weren’t common drops—they only came from certain rare labyrinth bosses and even then at extremely low drop rates. The supply was minuscule, and the demand endless.

In that sense, the Commerce League wasn’t overcharging. If anything, they were offering him a favor.

Still, he needed to find a way to cover the cost.

Daniel thought for a moment and then said, "I don’t have 20 billion on hand right now. But I do have items I can sell. Could I trouble you to begin sourcing the Griffin’s Eyes? If it requires a premium to expedite, I’m willing to pay extra."

He’d done some mental calculations already. Between the high-grade equipment and assorted rare materials he’d recently acquired, he should be able to earn well over 200 billion gold coins in total.

Buying Griffin’s Eyes should be well within his means.

Harry’s face grew serious as he stood up, bowing once more.

"Rest assured, Your Highness. I will handle this personally. As long as it’s within our reach, the Commerce League will devote every resource necessary to serve you."

"Griffin’s Eyes are rare, but we do maintain interregional stocks. It will take some coordination and time to have them delivered here, but I can guarantee you—this will be the fastest and most cost-effective way to obtain all twenty."

Daniel nodded in satisfaction.

Their efficiency and sincerity impressed him.

"How long do you estimate it will take for them to arrive?" he asked.

Harry furrowed his brow slightly, calculating rapidly in his mind.

"At most two hours, Your Highness. I’ll ensure they’re delivered to you within that timeframe."

Two hours?

Daniel nodded again. That was acceptable.

He then reached into his backpack and casually withdrew 500 pieces of high-quality equipment, placing them in the Commerce League’s inventory vault.

The estimated value of this batch alone was enough to offset the 20-billion cost of the Griffin’s Eyes.

"If that’s not enough," Daniel added casually, "you can come back to me. There’s more where that came from."

And with that, he vanished in a flash of light.

Harry was left standing in stunned silence, staring at the mountain of gear left behind.

What... just happened?

He slowly walked forward, examining the equipment one by one. Every piece was top-tier—many from World Rank bosses, some even from Hell Mode labyrinths.

This kind of equipment wasn’t just rare—it was treasured. On the open market, any one of them could fetch tens of millions of gold coins. On a good day? Over a hundred million.

And Daniel had just...

Dropped 500 of them like he was tossing trash.

Was he for real?

Just thinking about the yearly production rates, Harry’s head started spinning. Across the entire human domain, only three to four hundred such items were produced each year. And most were immediately snatched up by top factions.

The average Awakener? Might be lucky to see one in their entire life.

And Daniel had just thrown out five hundred.

If word of this ever got out, major clans and elite guilds would go absolutely insane.

And then there was Daniel’s last sentence...

"There’s more where that came from."

Just how many treasures did he have?

Harry was beginning to suspect that Daniel’s strength—and influence—was far beyond anything he could comprehend.

After leaving the Multiracial Commerce League, Daniel didn’t head straight for another underground labyrinth.

Instead, he took a leisurely stroll through Castle Mington.

One couldn’t remain in a constant state of tension forever. There had to be balance—rest and recovery were essential.

Yesterday had been exhausting. He hadn’t had a single moment to breathe.

Even Daniel felt a touch of fatigue setting in.

So today, he decided to relax. To unwind. To maybe indulge in some of the city’s local delicacies.

As he walked, he pulled out his communicator and casually browsed the latest headlines.

The moment the screen lit up, several breaking news articles jumped out at him:

"Terra Fortress has lost all contact. A joint investigation team will be dispatched by multiple races."

"Underground rail transport to Terra Fortress suspended—possible structural collapse detected."

"All signals from Terra Fortress have gone dark. Officials suspect interference from hostile forces."

Daniel’s brows furrowed slightly.

Especially now that he knew about the existence of the Millennial Apocalypse, he couldn’t help but see every incident through a darker, more conspiratorial lens.