At this moment, Long Yi emerged from the Dragon God’s domain, three days of almost nonstop battling had dramatically drained his energy. Despite the rich rewards, such intense training was a bit too much for him, even as a Giant.

He groggily left the dormitory only to run headlong into Wesley, who was rushing towards him.

Upon seeing Long Yi, Wesley immediately closed in, acting rather mysteriously.

"Brother Long, I have some good news for you,"

Wesley whispered.

"Ah— yawn— What good news."

Long Yi yawned, he was so tired he was on the verge of tears.

"Remember that toothbrush? I’ve been busy working on it, then I sold the production rights for it to my older brother. He offered ten thousand gold coins! Plus fifteen percent of the revenue as a commission!"

Seeing Wesley waving a large sack in his hand, Long Yi’s eyes widened instantly.

No wonder the ancients used the phrase ’eyes brighten at the sight of money’. It turns out that your eyes really do open wider when you see money.

Taking the weighty money sack from Wesley’s hands, Long Yi was so excited he wanted to embark on a shopping spree to celebrate. But in this world where entertainment resources are scarce, there wasn’t anything he particularly fancied.

Of course, if he had to choose, gold would always be one of Long Yi’s favorites.

Sometimes, Long Yi would wonder whether the Dragon Clan’s traits, like the love for gold and jewels, were inherent in them when the Gods created the Giants. He felt them especially strong within himself.

Seeing Long Yi’s reaction, Wesley felt elated too. After all, this was his first business deal!

Coming from a noble family concentrated on business, Wesley might have dreamed of becoming a Dragon Knight, but the businessman’s gene seemed deeply rooted in him. After meeting Long Yi, Ai Lin, and even Elsa, Wesley realized that while hard work is important, without the

necessary aptitude, all effort would be fruitless.

But Wesley does have a talent.

His talents lie in making money, gathering information, and rational analysis. Wesley has decisively shifted his focus to these areas. While he still harbored the dream of becoming a Dragon Knight, not every Dragon Knight needed to be on the frontline.

When Wesley brought back the toothbrush to his family to discuss cooperation, his father was greatly relieved because his son was finally abandoning his unrealistic dreams and getting back on track. While Wesley’s father supported his dreams, he also knew how brutal reality can

be. Not every stage in the world is set for them. Therefore, it is essential to find your own stage to achieve success.

Confronted with the novelty of a toothbrush, Wesley’s family sensed a business opportunity, but the prospects were unclear. However, they made a cautious offer, and Wesley didn’t argue. While he knew he initially needed the support of his family, it was not a problem. Time

is abundant, and potential opportunities are plenty.

Ten thousand gold coins didn’t seem like much to Wesley, but to Long Yi, who was used to being broke, it was an attractive sum. He promptly asked Ai Lin to join them, and the three of them headed to the ritziest hotel in the Academy City for a hefty meal, spending a solid

five hundred gold coins! They thoroughly enjoyed squandering their money!

At the table, the three of them were full, leaving only Bajie to continue his feasting.

"Oh, right. Brother Long, have you heard? A really powerful guy’s appeared in the Dragon God’s space recently. He’s been setting up hundred-point battle spaces, and he’s won over seventy consecutive battles. Rumor has it he sent one of the One-Star Clowns from Three Clown

Group to the hospital on his first day. Since then, no one’s seen the clown in the Dragon God’s space."

Wesley started his daily routine of disseminating information, which was his favorite thing to do. Ever since he decided to develop his strengths, he felt more justified gathering all kinds of news.

"Wow, that’s impressive. He hasn’t lost a single game. Is he as good as Brother Long?"

Ai Lin looked at Long Yi with surprise.

"The same? I’d say it’s the exact same person, isn’t it?"

Wesley asked, laughing.

"Yeah, it’s me."

Long Yi promptly admitted. Even though he didn’t like bragging in public, he wouldn’t deliberately hide it either. There was nothing to be ashamed of.

"Ah? It really is you?"

To his surprise, Wesley had only inferred this based on various pieces of evidence. He casually mentioned it, confident that the player seemed very similar to Long Yi, but didn’t actually expect it to be him.

"Of course, it’s me. If not, who else could be so mighty?"

Said Long Yi, laughing.

"So, Brother Long, does that mean you have over seven thousand credits now?"

Long Yi glanced at his wristband.

"Yeah, just a little over seven thousand."

Long Yi said somewhat helplessly. As a first-year student, he could only set up battle spaces with a wager of hundred credits at most, which vexed him. He was afraid someone would buy the engine he saw. Although he was sure nobody in this world would recognize it, there were always some annoying people who would buy all sorts of strange things out of boredom.