Apotheosis

As more and more Other Shore Tokens emerged from Zen's space ring, the Ear Mice's eyes grew wider and wider.

"It's of the fifth grade! I can't believe it!"

"There are three Other Shore Tokens from Stage Thirteen. Two are fourth-grade, and one is fifth-grade!"

The three Ear Mice had Indigo Souls. Although they weren't powerful fighters, they knew their trade.

Even though they were in shock, they still managed to gather their wits.

With briefly exchanged glances, one of the three quietly left the room through the back door.

Although Zen was preoccupied with taking the Other Shore Tokens out of his space ring, out of the corner of his eye, he observed the Ear Mice.

Seeing one of them leave, Zen inadvertently smiled.

The Ear Mouse had probably gone to find out the origin of these Other Shore Tokens.

The other two Ear Mice began to busy themselves, assessing the values of each of Zen's Other Shore Tokens.

As expected, the value of the fourth-grade Other Shore Tokens from Stage Thirteen was higher than that of those from Stage Twelve.

The fourth-grade ox skull from Stage Five was sold for only one hundred thousand soul pills, but a fourth-grade Other Shore Token from Stage Thirteen was worth two million and five hundred thousand. And a fifth-grade one from Stage Thirteen was worth nearly twenty-two million!

"This is a fourth-grade Other Shore Token from Stage Three," one of them squeaked. "We usually don't buy such things. It's worth fifty thousand soul pills. But we will make an exception for now."

"Eight thousand soul pills for a fourth-grade Other Shore Token from Stage One," the other added.

The two Ear Mice assessed the Other Shore Tokens, commenting on each of them.

Zen was well aware that they were just stalling, but he wasn't worried. He wasn't in a hurry, anyway.

Since the Ear Mice were so intelligent, Zen knew it would only be a matter of time before they'd find out what happened to the Bearing race.

Just as Zen thought about this, the Ear Mouse that had quietly left earlier finally returned. It looked directly at Zen. "I have something to discuss with them," it squeaked, gesturing at its colleagues. "May we have a moment?"

"Okay." Zen nodded and sat there quietly.

Then, the three Ear Mice left the room to confide in each other.

"I've asked around already," the Ear Mouse said. "A f

sixty million soul pills, which was equivalent to sixty finger-size chunks of soul crystal.

Even though these Other Shore Tokens were useless to him, he was hoping they'd amount to much more than that.

"Fine, you can exchange the soul pills for soul crystal and pay me," Zen said.

"Exchange for soul crystal?"

The three Ear Mice shook their heads in unison.

"Aren't one million soul pills equivalent to one finger-size chunk of soul crystal?" Zen asked, knitting his eyebrows.

One of the Ear Mice laughed squeakily. "The soul crystal is too rare. It is priceless, so we usually don't exchange the soul pills for it."

The soul crystal was extremely scarce on the Other Shore. The super forces needed to support their members, and they didn't have much. Thus, the price of the soul crystal soared, and now, one finger-size chunk of soul crystal could be exchanged for one million soul pills.

But even then, the supply fell short of the demand.

Most races wouldn't be foolish enough to exchange the soul crystal for soul pills.

Therefore, it was not because those Other Shore Tokens were not valuable. Over sixty million soul pills were a huge amount of money, but soul crystal was just too precious.

At that time, the Separate Abyss race had no choice but to obey Zen's orders. That was why they took out a hundred finger-size chunks of soul crystal.

This time, however, Zen didn't force the Ear Mice to pay him soul crystal. After all, they were businessmen, not fallen warriors.

Although they were annoying, they could be useful in some situations.