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A massive, rare sword materialized before their eyes, glowing with an ethereal light.
“Heav—Heavenly Sword…” Sean’s voice wavered as his legs went weak. His grip on the chair tightened, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Carlisle’s body trembled with excitement. The rush of adrenaline was so intense that he momentarily forgot to grab the prized weapon.
“Damn… it’s the Heavenly Sword?” he muttered, his breath catching in his throat.
The internet cafe owner, who had just returned from downstairs, dropped his cigarette in shock. His eyes were glued to the screen, his mouth slightly agape. Despite being a heavy spender in the game, he had only heard whispers of the Heavenly Sword, but never actually witnessed its appearance himself.
The trio was stunned into silence, each of them breathing heavily in awe.
“Hurry—grab it, then log off!” The internet cafe owner was the first to recover. His voice trembled, unable to contain his excitement.
Carlisle snapped out of his daze, quickly seizing the Heavenly Sword before activating a Town Portal Scroll and logging off the game. His excitement couldn’t be contained—this was more than just a rare item; it was the stuff of legends.
The Heavenly Sword was a piece of top-tier equipment, even rarer than Judgment. The first sighting of the Heavenly Sword had occurred back in 2002, and now, two years later, its rarity was comparable to finding a dinosaur fossil.
“We’re going to be rich! Carl! We’re going to be rich!” Sean, regaining his senses, shook Carlisle’s shoulder vigorously, his voice cracking with exhilaration.
The internet cafe owner narrowed his eyes, watching the two students before him with calculating coldness. The value of the Heavenly Sword was easily over $100,000—far more than any of them could ever hope to earn in a lifetime. If he wasn’t the owner of the internet cafe, he might have resorted to more… unsavory means to obtain it.
Sean, still buzzing with excitement, couldn’t help himself. “Carl, let’s go home! This is unbelievable!”
Carlisle rose from his seat and shut down the computer, his thoughts racing. “I’m exhausted too. Let’s get out of here.” He nodded to Sean, who eagerly followed him.
The internet cafe owner took out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to both Carlisle and Sean. He flashed a grin full of yellowed teeth, his voice smooth but filled with a hint of something else. “Boys, you planning to sell that Heavenly Sword?”
Carlisle accepted the cigarette, and the owner quickly lit it for him, his hands shaking slightly. Carlisle took a slow drag, the smoke curling in the air as he studied the man. “What’s your offer?” he asked, his voice calm but laced with caution.
The internet cafe owner didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he lit his own cigarette and took a few deep drags, contemplating.
“The value of legendary equipment drops fast,” he said after a moment. “Last year, the Heavenly Sword would’ve gone for 100,000. But this year, it’s probably closer to 50 or 60 thousand.”
“Bullshit.” Sean spat, his frustration boiling over. “Do you really think we don’t read the forums? Several guilds are offering over 100 thousand for it!”
The outburst startled a few players sleeping upstairs, who shot up groggily.
“Where’s the Heavenly Sword?” a young man with dyed hair mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
The internet cafe owner let out a forced laugh and glared at Sean. “Who’s spreading rumors? Where did this Heavenly Sword come from?” His voice was sharp, his glare intense.
Sean shrank back, visibly intimidated by the owner’s glare. He stepped cautiously toward Carlisle.
The internet cafe owner shifted his focus to Carlisle, his smile returning, though it lacked warmth. “Shall we continue this conversation downstairs?”
Carlisle, unfazed, nodded. “Sure, let’s go.”
The owner led them downstairs into a dimly lit room. The air conditioning hummed, keeping the room cool. A shiny machete lay discarded in the corner, its ominous presence unnoticed by the owner.
Sean swallowed nervously, his throat dry, but Carlisle remained calm, his posture relaxed.
The street outside was monitored by surveillance cameras, and Carlisle knew the owner wouldn’t dare do anything reckless with so many eyes watching. The internet cafe itself was worth more than $100,000, far too valuable for the owner to risk throwing it all away.
The owner pulled out two stools and gestured for them to sit. “Make yourselves comfortable,” he said, his voice now unnervingly calm. “I’ll get some drinks for you.”
As soon as the owner left the room, Sean leaned in, whispering in a low voice. “Carl, do you think he’s gonna try something?”
Carlisle shook his head, exhaling smoke. “Unlikely. His cafe is worth more than $100,000.”
Sean let out a relieved breath. “Then how much are you planning to sell it for?”
