John's Quest Updated.

The corner of Arthur's vision shimmered briefly as he glanced at his coin balance.

[Coins:] Gold: 36 | Silver: 61 | Bronze: 3

A smirk curled on his lips, his steps gaining an extra bounce. "I'm rich," he muttered under his breath, letting the words linger as if they tasted sweet.

"Making money in this world is almost too easy." His mind drifted to the payments of Charlotte's treatment, a small cosy house and maybe even a taste of something exotic to eat.

He felt like the game's world was bending to his will.

But that thought fled the moment he arrived at John's weathered, ramshackle house. As usual, the drunkard sat slumped in his favourite spot, cradling a bottle in his gnarled hand. The scene was familiar, yet something was off.

Arthur's stride slowed, his sharp eyes narrowing.