"Ah… that trick always works," Ren muttered, a grin playing on his lips as he crouched behind one of the massive tents. The crowd of curious players he'd escaped from scattered somewhere outside, still arguing over where he had vanished.
Hidden in the shadow of the canvas, he finally allowed himself a moment to breathe. He opened the system menu and checked the auction list.
The [Rare Class Ticket] had climbed to an astronomical figure — nearly a hundred million credits.
Ren's eyebrows rose. "Not bad."
The forums and world chat, however, were far less peaceful.
The entire feed was a battlefield of words. Ferocious Ravens, the guild he had "got" the item from, were flooding every channel. Their messages alternated between threats, curses, and desperate pleas for the return of the stolen ticket.
[Ferocious Ravens: Whoever bought the ticket, return it or face the wrath of our guild!]
[Ferocious Ravens: Ren! You think you can hide forever?]
[Player123: LOL, cope harder.]
