The Money-Obssessed Archmage's Second Life As A Broke Duke-Chapter 71 - Customer Service Is Currently Unavailable

Chapter Seventy One

[Ding!]

[Congratulations to the Host! You've won The Legendary Dimensional Space created By The Greatest Archmage Kion Yeun!]

I blinked as I stared at the blue screen and then at the rubix cube in my hand.

The fuck!? This little scamming shit!

[Ping]

[The powers of the dimensional space have been restrained. Host must use Gold or Trade Points to upgrade it.]

What level of shameless is this!? You're giving me my treasures as a reward. The fuck! I'm not playing! I want to file a complaint in customer service, right now!

[Ping!]

[Customer service is currently unavailable. Please upgrade to v.02 for priority support.]

Priority support my ass! You don't even have a version 2!

I roared inside my head, nearly chucking the rubix cube at the blue screen before remembering that it was literally made of light and my cube would just hit the wall.

Fuck everything!

You're telling me I 'won' something I made!? That's like a thief breaking into my house, stealing my sandwich, and then selling me the crusts back as a 'Legendary Reward'! And telling me to pay if I want to eat my own sandwich that I made in my past life!

[Ping!]

[Host is reminded that technically, 'Kion Yeun' made the sandwich. Veryon Halcrest is currently just a penniless duke with one mana circle. The System is merely facilitating a 'Legacy Retrieval Service'.]

Legacy Retrieval Service!?

My jaw hit the floor at the level of shamelessness.

That's just a fancy word for polite, legal theft! You're a digital highwayman! A binary bandit!

[Ping!]

[We can't hear you, Host.]

I built that space with my own mana, sweat, and probably a few tears when I realized how much the materials cost, and now you're charging me a subscription fee to use it to its full potential!? Do you not have even a bit of consciousness left?

[Ping!]

[If Host likes earning money. Shouldn't it be fair for him to splurge it as well? You charge people. You should be charged as well.]

When did I say I want something for free!? I'm willing to pay for something I buy. But, it's something I made! Shouldn't I be allowed to use it freely without any restraints!?

...

Sysi?

...

Ugh! Damn it!

I stared at the rubix cube in my hand in pure frustration. It clearly doesn't even make sense.

Ugh! Whatever. Let's enter the dimensional space first.

I gripped the rubix cube tight and visualized the familiar mana equations scribbled on the cube, solving them.

What a headache!

"Open," I growled.

[Ding!]

[Entering the Legendary Dimensional Space...]

[Warning: Current level is 1. One day inside is equal to 24 days outside. The timeline is upgradable. The current dimensional space available for use is 3m^3.]

That's quite generous considering how you decreased the power of my dimensional space. Just enough to sit and meditate. Can't even store anything in this cramped space... What about the upgradation stuff?

[Ping!]

[To Upgrade Space by 1m^3: Ten Million Gold Coins/Hundred Thousand Trade Points]

[To Upgrade Time by 1 day: Ten Million Gold Coins/Hundred Thousand Trade Points]

[Note: The Prices Might Be Changed After A Certain Amount of Space or Time Expansion is Acquired.]

You're definitely a scammer's incarnation. Even hell was too small of a place to accommodate you that's why they made you a fucking system.

[Ping!]

[So rude...]

[Please remember you only have 7 hours to use currently. You have to claim your login reward after 7 hours. So that, the new task can be assigned. If you don't do so in one hour before clock strikes 12. It will be marked as a failed login.]

[All the best, Host!]

[Transferring Host inside Dimensional Space...]

Wait, seven hours?! Hey! I still have to negotiate the—

Whoosh!

The world didn't just turn upside down. It felt like I was being sucked through a very narrow, very aggressive straw. My internal organs did a quick vertical leap, and my vision blurred into a nauseating soup of neon blue and static.

Thump.

I landed hard. Not on a plush carpet. Not on a polished marble floor. I landed on cold, hard void-stone.

Oof... my tailbone...

I groaned internally, rubbing my rear as I sat up and looked around.

Calling it a 'space' was an insult to the word. It was a cube. A literal, claustrophobic box of gray mist and floating mana particles. 3 meters cubed? It felt like I was trapped in a luxury-sized coffin.

"Is this it?" I shouted, my voice flat because there wasn't even enough space for a decent echo. "Where's the library?! Where's the mana-distillery?! Where's my dragon-bone furniture?! Did you sell it off for money too!?"

[Ping!]

[They'll be visible as you unlock more space. Stop crying like a child, Host. We thought to finally grew up.]

"Feeling pain when you are being scammed has nothing to do with growing up. Do you think an adult throws a party when they're scammed!?"

[Ping!]

[A successful adult treats a scam as a learning experience. Host is currently failing the course.]

"A learning experience!? I'm the one who invented the course!" I stood up, but my head immediately banged against the low ceiling.

Clang!

"Ow! See? Physical assault! I'm adding 'Personal Injury' to the list of grievances! And what do you mean they'll be 'visible'? Are you saying my ancient grimoires and legendary artifacts are just... floating in the abyss beyond these three meters of stone, mocking me?"

[Ping!]

[Correct. Host can currently see the corner of a 'High-Grade Mana Refiner' through the northern mist. However, since the space is not expanded, it is physically inaccessible.]

I squinted toward the north. Sure enough, just beyond the gray haze, I could see a faint glint. It was the edge of the mana refiner I had spent three years calibrating.

It was right there! My previous life's hard work! Ugh! I hate this system!

"You scammer! You're showing me my own property like a carrot on a stick!"

I slumped back down into a cross-legged position. It was the only position that didn't involve me being bent like a paperclip.

"Fine. Whatever. Seven hours here is basically... let's see... 168 hours outside? No, wait. One day here is 24 days outside. So one hour here is one full day out there. Seven hours is a week."

[Ping!]

[Hurry up and start meditating! Or, Host won't be able to form the Second Circle in time.]

Yeah. I know.

Mana beads...