"Ambition," Thomas replied simply. "Today, you hold a 'One.' In the future, when the Caesar Casino is known across every sector of the mist, there will be 'Tens,' 'Hundreds,' and even 'Grand-Tier Plaques' for those who command the respect of the house. I don't plan on running a small operation, esteemed guest."
The man grunted, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Potential, indeed. You've thought this through. So... how does this work? What do I do?"
"It's effortless," Thomas gestured to the chip. "Simply project your Qi into the chip. It will act as a vessel, absorbing the energy until it reaches capacity."
The customer's silhouette stiffened. The old doubt returned, swirling in the fog of his form like a dark cloud. "And how much am I supposed to 'pour' into this thing? How do I know you aren't just siphoning me dry?"
