Julien and his team didn't get any sleep that night.
The moment the livestream ended, and the arena repair costs were securely billed to Mira's account, they retreated to their newly acquired, dusty basement in District 5.
Adrenaline and the promise of impending wealth kept them moving.
Chris had drunk another green potion, shedding his ruined, dented armour to work in a plain t-shirt.
Even bruised and exhausted, he had managed to drag heavy wooden crates across the concrete floor to build a makeshift counter.
Alice drifted around the room, using her ghostly chill to drop the temperature and act as a natural air conditioner in the stuffy, windowless room.
Kiara sat on an overturned bucket, her datapad glowing in the dim light as she furiously typed out a business model.
"We need to set up a separate counter specifically for A-Rank hunters," Kiara announced, adjusting her glasses and pointing at a smaller table Chris had just shoved into the corner.
