MMORPG: I was BUGGED-Chapter 284: Price for the Cure

Maya was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events, and she demanded answers from X as she regained her composure.

"Y-you . . . you . . . what are you? How did you acquire this? Where did you get this information?" she interrogated, her serious demeanor contrasting sharply with her earlier silence.

Xin sighed wryly. Though he had anticipated that kind of reaction. Despite Maya’s composed appearance, she turned out to be quite the talkative.

And he really thought that she was the aloof type.

Regardless, Xin wasn’t in the mood to explain everything and responded, "Is that important right now? The leader is dying."

"Ah!" Maya swiftly regained her senses, rushing to Ragnarok Reaper and tossing him the cure.

Within moments, Ragnarok Reaper’s health stabilized, his complexion returning to normal as the ominous veins receded. And within another seconds, he had regained consciousness.

The effect of the option was instant!

"What . . . what happened?" Ragnarok Reaper inquired, a little bit disoriented.

Before he could say more, Maya slapped the mask onto his face, urgently advising, "Wear this first! Before you catch the disease again!"

Ragnarok Reaper was surprised by the sudden slap and the urgency in Maya’s tone. Though the slap hurts and probably made a mark onto his face, he complied nonetheless.

The strange mask, once worn, completely shielded him from the disease. This surprised Ragnarok Reaper and he stood up in glee, realizing that Maya had already crafted the mask and cure.

"Maya, did you already find the cure? Are we not too late?" he asked, eager for answers.

Maya couldn’t respond immediately. Glancing at X and finding no reaction, she quickly briefed Ragnarok Reaper on everything, aware that time was of the essence.

Ragnarok Reaper stared at X for a moment before expressing his gratitude, "Thank you. You did us a favor."

"Don’t thank me just yet," Xin replied evenly. "The masks are free, but the cures are not."

"Huh?" Maya was visibly confused. "What so you mean by that?"

Ragnarok Reaper didn’t comment initially, instead posing a serious question, "State your demands."

"How much are your players’ lives worth?" Xin asked straight to the point.

"Hoi!" Maya was frustrated and angry, growling, "Should you really be negotiating when the players and NPCs are still in critical condition?"

"The NPCs are fine. I have already taken care of them before coming to you," Xin replied, shifting his gaze to Ragnarok Reaper. "Well? The clock is ticking."

"You . . ." Maya gritted her teeth. "You’re seriously asking for a price when the players’ lives are at stake here?!"

"It’s fine. It’s how a normal player should act. You know how this game works," Ragnarok Reaper stated.

Maya had enough. "What are you saying? You’re the leader, and we’re the top guilds here! We shouldn’t be under the mercy of a strange unknown player!"

She crossed her arms and sneered. "I could just replicate the cure, you know. Free of charge."

Xin remained unfazed. "You can . . . but do you have the materials and ingredients?"

"Guk." Maya wavered. "T-that’s . . ."

Ragnarok Reaper took a deep breath and said, "I will give you a blank check after this. Feel free to write the amount you want. Bur right now, our priority is to save our players."

Maya whipped her head towards Ragnarok Reaper, her eyes widening. "What?! Are you serious?! A blank check?!"

"If it means saving my men and the players out there who have helped us reach this far, then I would even prostrate before him and beg for the cure if I have to," Ragnarok Reaper stated steely with determination.

". . ."

". . ."

Maya couldn’t retort back and could only mutter Ragnarok Reaper’s name.

Though Xin remained stoic, he was genuinely moved by Ragnarok Reaper’s dedication. He was truly a leader and an inspiration.

It wasn’t right to con a man like him.

"I’m a fair player," Xin stated. "I won’t ask for an unfair price. How about a million dollars for each player?"

Maya gasped and whacked Xin’s head, but he was quick to evade. "What do you mean fair and unfair price?! Your price is too damn unfair!"

Ragnarok Reaper didn’t comment, but he was starting to think that the cost of this dungeon would exceed far more than what they would get in return.

However, he refused to die here when the cure and solution were standing right in front of his face.

What’s money in the face of fame and prestige? Ragnarok Reaper thought to himself, the corner of his lips twitching.

Around fifty million dollars in exchange for the cure . . . Ragnarok Reaper swallowed hard. They could pay that price if every guild contributed, so it was no problem.

Money wasn’t the problem to begin with when billions of dollars were at stake in this expedition.

Xin crossed his hands and thought for a moment. "Hmm . . . then how about five hundred thousand each? I’ve expended a lot of valuable materials for this cure. Not to mention that I had concoct cures for the NPCs too, all one hundred of them."

It might be a low number of NPCs occupying a castle, but the town wasn’t that big, and a hundred NPCs were manageable for hundreds of players. The number was probably part of the calculation, making it not too hard and not too easy to save them.

"Five hundred?" Maya complained. "That’s still too high."

Ragnarok Reaper raised his hand to stop Maya. "It’s fine. Considering that he even made a cure for the NPCs, I think that number is just right."

Xin nodded. Good job, Hilda, for concocting that potion!

"But how are we sure that the NPCs are fine?" Maya asked worriedly.

"There’s no notification of failure, right?" Xin answered her. "That means they’re still alive. You can go and look for yourselves if you don’t believe me."

Maya glared at X but couldn’t retort.

"Now that we have that out of the way, can we have the cures and masks now?" Ragnarok Reaper asked. "Don’t worry, I won’t forget our deal once this is over. If you want, we can make a blood contract about it right now."

"Fine then," Xin said.

Though he trusted Ragnarok Reaper and knew that he was a man of honor and pride, he didn’t trust the others, specifically the once backing him.

It was better to secure his earnings through a contract than regret it later.