Win the upcoming Star Planet Defense War.
Become a legend.
Only this way would he be qualified to continue thriving in Aindor!
Otherwise,
he was destined to become like those names that had once shone bright in the material world, streaking across the night sky like meteors, before silently vanishing without a trace.
"Quite the discerning eye."
"The total cost is just a tad over eight million, how about choosing a few more and rounding it up nicely?"
Soria looked over the list of items, expertly estimating the cost, and couldn't help but lick her lips as she continued to persuade.
Matthew smiled somewhat reluctantly,
"Round it up to ten million? I don't think that's necessary..."
Little did he know, Soria would say with a grin,
"Then let's round it up to twenty million!"
Matthew jerked at the sound.
The look in Soria's eyes seemed endlessly tender:
"I'm not worried about you reneging on the debt, don't you have confidence in yourself?"