Unholy Player-Chapter 139: Massive Profit (Part 3) [BONUS]

The monochrome sun that had hung lifeless in the sky was now beginning to shift, its pale hue warming into a brilliant gold. Its gentle rays greeted the flowers stretching open for morning, brushing over petals with warmth as if whispering them awake, and called the insects out from their burrows to begin the day anew.

Though many hearts in the city still beat with unease beneath tense expressions, life had already started to trickle back into the streets. Citizens returned to their routines cautiously, step by step, like a world relearning how to move. And yet—amid all this quiet awakening—one thing remained perfectly still.

The Colossith.

It hadn’t moved for hours.

Under the rising sun, it sat in silence, facing the massive mirrored wall. It was feeding—still and content—its entire form locked in place as it absorbed the reflected vibrations like a sunbather soaking in heat.

"How long do you think it’ll keep feeding before it’s full?" Malrik asked, arms crossed over his chest, eyes fixed on the towering creature in front of them.

He had been standing watch with the other two Rank 3 practitioners for hours now, every muscle half-tensed in case something went wrong.

"I don’t know," Mirela said, pursing her lips. She glanced toward Adyr. "Maybe a day? Maybe less."

After all, he was the one who designed the plan. He might have some insight.

Adyr remained silent.

He hadn’t logged out. He had stayed through the night with them, watching the result of his setup unfold. The early light caught in his deep black eyes, and the breeze toyed with his messy hair. But he didn’t respond—he pretended not to hear. He was the last person who could give an answer. He knew less about this Spark than any of them.

"It doesn’t matter how long it takes," Lucen said, his voice calm. His gaze drifted toward the distance, where Liora’s small body lay motionless atop a massive bed.

She had fallen asleep the moment they declared it safe, drained after staying in her ape form for so long and absorbing constant vibration. She’d summoned the bed from her [Sanctuary], collapsed onto it, and hadn’t stirred since.

"If we’d tried to stop that thing ourselves," Mirela murmured, her voice unusually quiet, "we’d all be dead by now."

She meant it. Liora had looked completely drained when she stepped down, and none of them—not even the two Rank 3s and one Rank 2 combined—could have held off a Rank 4 Spark for that long.

All eyes slowly turned toward Adyr’s quiet frame.

If it hadn’t been for that stranger—his sudden plan and the materials he brought—this city might have fallen last night.

"Adyr, tell me—how much did those materials really cost you?" Malrik asked, his tone firm. "I want the real number. No downplaying it."

Adyr shrugged, as if it didn’t matter. "I’m not sure. I got them from someone I know. Borrowed them, actually—planned to pay later."

It was a lie. A careful one.

He didn’t know how to price the plates here. The true value wasn’t even the alloy—it was the craftsmanship. In this world, metals more valuable than titanium might exist, but nobody had the tools or knowledge to extract and refine them. That’s what made his panels special.

"Hmm..." Malrik narrowed his eyes, thoughtful. "I’ve seen something like that once in the Dwarven Kingdom. They used a similar material to build dams against volcanic lava. Flexible. Shock-absorbent. Extremely durable."

Adyr’s eyes widened slightly.

His titanium alloy plates wouldn’t last ten seconds against an actual lava flow—but he didn’t say a word. The higher the perceived value, the better.

"So... that’d put it at, what? Ten energy per plate, at least?" Mirela raised a brow, speaking half to herself, half to Malrik.

Adyr’s mind stumbled for a moment. He kept his face still, but a flicker of excitement passed through his chest.

Ten per plate? There were 500 plates in total.

Am I getting rich or what? He swallowed dryly, still keeping his expression unreadable.

Lucen stepped in, his voice flat as always. "I know that material. Practitioners kill lava golems to harvest them. This isn’t that. But the workmanship is clear. Even if it’s not worth ten, it’s easily 5."

He turned to Adyr.

"If we give you 8 per piece, and a thousand extra for your effort, would that be acceptable?"

Adyr didn’t accept right away. He let his face fall into a troubled expression and shook his head slowly.

"Thanks... but I can’t take that much. Just enough to repay the debt is fine."

"No way." Malrik laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.

"Little brother, we’ve got our reputation to think about, all right? We’re Astra Path practitioners. And we, Velari, pay our debts. 8 per plate, and two thousand more for the effort. I’ll personally add a thousand from my own savings. End of discussion."

Holy shit.

Adyr nearly said it out loud, but he kept his troubled look intact and gave a slow, silent nod.

That made it six thousand energy crystals.

Six. Thousand.

And he had spent just three-fifty. That was over seventeen times profit.

He suddenly felt like someone whose investment coin had just spiked to the moon overnight.

With that kind of energy, he could raise every single one of his talents to Level 3... evolve to Step 2 with ease... and still have enough left over to buy multiple Sparks and expand his entire skill tree.

All from a single night of work.

"Then it’s settled," Mirela said with a smile. "We’ll transfer the payment as soon as big sister Liora wakes up."

Even for them, it was a large sum—one they couldn’t immediately pull from their shared pool. But what Adyr had done... it had saved all of them. Every coin was worth it.

"Thank you for your generosity," Adyr said softly, bowing his head.

His voice was humble. Grateful.

No one would guess he’d just sold them common metal at the price of divinity.

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