Da da da—— I sit in my room, typing away at my keyboard. As for what I'm doing, I'm looking for something worth investing in. Although I planned to invest in Emily and her guild, I clearly underestimated the amount of money I could make by going into dungeons and selling monster corpses. The bracelet saved me more money than I expected. As a result, I have a much larger reserve than I spent on Emily. And she probably wouldn't accept that money from a stranger, which is reasonable. So I started looking at the stock prices of some companies and guilds online. Although I didn't dabble in the stock market much in the game, knowing some future events, maybe I could find a guild that will rise in the future or something like that. Da da da—— I continued searching and investigating online. “There are a few names I think might become popular in the future, but I’m not sure.” There are definitely some names that I know from the game, but it's still a little difficult to interpret the stock market prices and translate that information into actual performance right now. Some guilds' stock prices may not be as high as I expected, but this does not necessarily mean that they will appreciate in the future. After all, the stock market does not fully reflect the guild's performance in the rankings or how their hunter work is going. There are other factors that affect it, which is exactly what makes the real world different from the game.
As I was browsing the guild, another option caught my eye. Agency organizations, mercenaries and freelance work. "Oh, this setting exists," I thought. In the game, people can not only become hunters and join guilds, but also become mercenaries who accept commissions, or freelancers who join other guilds and participate in their tasks. “Now think about it, is the proxy organization that Ethan will find in the future here?” I thought and started investigating under the “Proxy Organization” tag. Because Ethan is a diligent person who improves his strength, he naturally explores all over the world. Thanks to a genius agent organization, he found a lot of resources. As a player, we will have a much easier time when looking for monsters in rifts, dungeons or wilderness. "However, their unique past has also caused Ethan a lot of trouble." Sitting in front of my laptop, I stared at the screen and wondered if this project was worth investing in. “Those people… their computer knowledge and talents associated with it are really useful.” This hacker group would be helpful, especially for my goals, but at the same time, not everyone in this world would necessarily follow someone who wants to kill all demons and erase their existence, which puts me in a dilemma. "Either I make them absolutely loyal to me, or I won't reveal my purpose." This is my conclusion. “However, this is still a matter of the future at this point, there’s no point in thinking about it now,” I thought, but still made a mental note for the future. But that doesn’t mean I can’t invest in them a little agency now. "Just invest 20,000 Vale. I don't need the money urgently right now." Since I also went to the dungeon in the black market, I now have about 70,000 Valer in my bank account, and I still have a full year of tuition debt to pay off at the academy, so I don't have to worry about it for the time being. However, when investing, I used a small portion of the money to entrust a broker on the black market to ensure that my identity was anonymous, although those people would track me down sooner or later. "Let me give you a little understanding of this world." With this idea in mind, I invested 25,000 valers in them. bite-- At this moment, a message came from my watch and I checked the content.
Ding Ding—— Then, two more came. "It should be a notice from the society." I thought about it and opened the panel. ———— Adventure Club Thanks for joining our community! We're so excited to have you join us. Don't forget about our Orientation Tour next Sunday, it's a great opportunity to meet new members and get started on your adventure. See you there! ———— History and Art Societies Hello, welcome to the History and Art Society! We are so excited that you have joined us. Our club meetings are always full of interest and ideas. Get ready to explore the fascinating world of history and art together! We look forward to seeing you at our next meeting. We love to have new students interested in art and history, and we are happy to have you join us. Orientation will be on Saturday morning and we will start with a small picnic in the forest. If you wish, you can also bring your own food, but it is not mandatory. Hope you have a great week! ———— Archery Club Welcome to join the Archery Club. If you join here, make sure you are serious about improving your skills. We have no time for lazy people. Training is mandatory, be ready to prove yourself. Orientation will be held on Friday evening. ———— Looking at the information in front of me, I can almost feel the atmosphere of different communities from the tone of the message. The message from the Adventure Club was brief, polite and warm, while the message from the Archery Club was full of arrogance and seriousness. Even their message is arrogant, which explains where the archery community's reputation for arrogance comes from. As for the History and Art Club, its tone completely reflects the characteristics of the dazzling senior student, the club president. "That woman is too dazzling...I'd better stay away from her." Thinking of this, I closed my laptop. Night has fallen and it's time for me to go to bed. ...... "Hey, Sylvie, what clubs are you in?"
Three girls were walking towards their respective rooms, and one of them asked Sylvie, who was walking in the middle. She looked tired, as if she would fall asleep at any moment. "Sylvie?" When there was no response, the girl asked again, her eyes falling on her friend. “…” "Ahem, Sylvie!" Seeing that it was useless to continue like this, she cleared her throat and raised her voice. trembling- "What? What happened?" Sylvie woke up from her dream and looked at her friend. "What clubs are you in?" her friend repeated the question, looking directly at her. "Hmm? Didn't we talk about this before?" Sylvie asked, tilting her head. "Uh... I forgot." Her friend scratched the back of her head with an embarrassed expression, but Sylvie vaguely felt that something was wrong. Her friend's mood was... not right. She felt suspicious, but decided to ignore it, thinking that maybe her friend was in a bad mood for some reason. After all, the emotions she felt were not strong, just a tiny bit of darkness that could have been caused by stress. "I only joined the history and art clubs," she answered, but her body trembled slightly at that moment because she was not sure if her choice was right. "That senior was really scary." Even she, who was usually cheerful and happy, felt that the senior was too oppressive, like a dazzling star in the night sky, illuminating everything but blinding those who approached. "I see." Her friend lowered her eyes, but Sylvie was still thinking about the senior and her overwhelming attitude, so she neither heard nor saw the expression on her friend's face. "What a stupid woman." Her friend, whose name was Daniela, had a cold smile on her face. Although she was still the same girl on the outside, she was no longer the same person on the inside. Sylvie, unaware of this, has inadvertently put herself in danger. "Hey, what are you going to do with him?" Just then, another voice sounded. It was the third girl who had been tapping her watch. "Who are you referring to?" Sylvie asked, tilting her head. "I mean that bastard. He made you cry. Do you want me to teach him a lesson for you?" Hearing this, Sylvie's body stiffened slightly, and the words he said to her at that time reappeared in her mind. Words she tried hard to forget. "If you can't face up to your own weaknesses, maybe you should reconsider whether you are suitable to stay in the academy." But Sylvie, who was exhausted at the moment, didn't want to talk about him again. She didn't want to feel uncomfortable anymore. She had been studying all day and her head was about to explode. "Why bring him up now?" Sylvie asked. Her friend knew she didn't want to talk about this topic, so why did she bring it up now? "I just get annoyed by his attitude," the girl confided. "He acts so pretentiously, and it annoys me every time I see him. Does he think we think he's cool because of the way he acts? I hate guys who pretend to be cool to attract girls' attention." Hearing this, Sylvie felt that she could understand this feeling. But at the same time, she also knew that Morse was usually like that. That was basically his character - indifferent, not deliberate. He never deliberately attracted others through his attitude. But it is this very indifference that makes him even more irritating.
"Can't you be a little gentler?" Sylvie asked herself. However, at this moment, she remembered a scene at the club exhibition. She saw Morse and decided to hide because she didn't want to talk to him. She knew in her heart that this was an escape, but she chose to hide anyway. However, when she heard Morse talking to the senior, his words made her nervous. He also wanted to join the history and art club. She even reconsidered her decision to join the club. But she felt a strange emotion when she saw the senior student talking to him. The senior student kept trying to force him to accept the potato chips and put pressure on him. And Morse was uncomfortable with this, Sylvie could sense it, but somewhere deep inside him there was a warm feeling, like he was enjoying this interaction in some way. "He's enjoying it?" This made me angry. He was always so cold whenever he talked to me. Not just to her, but to everyone else. Sylvie had been watching him, she knew it. But why did he seem to be enjoying it now? I even forgot the sincere gratitude he expressed at that time because of his harsh words. “Why do you enjoy it?” Even Morse himself didn't know that he actually enjoyed the presence of that senior girl, but Sylvie could see it through her own ability. And because she felt inexplicably angry, she ran to find the senior student in a depressed mood. Now, though, she wishes she had never done it, as she ends up getting involved in a tough "battle" where even potato chips become weapons. "Sylvie!" Just then, a shout interrupted her thoughts and she looked at her friend in front of her. "What?" "Why are you daydreaming again now?" "Ah... sorry." "It's okay. She's probably just tired. Why are you bringing this up now? Don't you know she doesn't want to talk?" "I know, but every time I see that guy, I feel angry... Never mind. I'd better do something else." "Yeah, never mind." "Yeah?" "Um." "As you wish." Just like that, the three of them walked into the dormitory while chatting...