Cutthroat Market

"450!"

"480!"

"500 tokens! It's mine!" a heavy-armored warrior with bloodshot eyes screamed.

The crowd sucked in a collective breath. 500 Frost Tokens—even if their server had been grinding longer than Harper's, that was an astronomical sum.

Staring at the orange blueprint, a primal hunger flashed in Clara's eyes.

She knew exactly how much an orange weapon would skyrocket their combat power.

Harpe