Fifty million coins? That worked out to exactly one hundred coins per person. A steep price for most, but for me?
"Alright, I agree," I muttered. Who cared about the cost? I had accumulated mountains of gold from my conquests; spending it to build a multi-world empire was exactly what it was for.
[Note: All incoming races are required to sign a binding Loyalty Contract under your name as a condition of entry.][Do you accept these contracts?]
"Of course I do!" Without those binding loyalty contracts, I would be inviting a Trojan horse into my own backyard. Half a million aliens without a leash would be a death sentence.
Fwoosh!
The moment I hit "Accept," fifty million coins were instantly deducted from my account. In the clearing outside the city, the air began to ripple and tear. A grand portal manifested—not tall like the ones used for gods, but impossibly long. It stretched out, carving a shimmering rift across an entire mile of the landscape.
