chapter 101 making real money

Raven leaned against the corner of the Auction House, watching the madness unfold. His entire stock of 200 Low-Level Poison Resistance Potions had been listed, and now, one by one, they were disappearing.

The auction logs updated relentlessly.

> [Player 'SteelFang' has purchased (3) Low-Level Poison Resistance Potions for 180 Silver.]

[Dark Solution Member 'Liam' has purchased (10) Low-Level Poison Resistance Potions for 600 Silver.]

[Rainbow Solutions Member 'Mack' has purchased (15) Low-Level Poison Resistance Potions for 900 Silver.]

More and more players fought to secure whatever they could. Even the ones who swore they wouldn't pay such outrageous prices eventually gave in.

"Damn it, I'll just buy one!"

"Shit! They're almost gone!"

"FROST EYE, YOU GREEDY BASTARD!"

Every potion sold for an average price of 60 silver—far beyond what they were actually worth. And when the last one was bought out, the market fell into stunned silence.

Frost Eye had officially bled the town dry.

Raven's Profits – The Numbers Don't Lie

200 potions × 60 silver each = 12,000 silver.

12 GOLD.

In just a few hours, Raven had amassed an amount that would take normal players weeks to grind.

And the best part?

No one even suspected him.

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Aftermath – A Town in Chaos

The Auction House was in ruins.

Not physically—but emotionally. The players who had lost the bidding wars were furious.

"There's NOTHING left?!"

"I was just about to bid! WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL?!"

"We got scammed! We actually got fucking scammed!"

Liam and Mack, the guild logistics officers, were particularly bitter.

Liam scowled. "We were forced to pay Frost Eye's bullshit prices, and now we don't even have enough stock for our dungeon raid."

Mack sighed. "This guy single-handedly controlled the market. If we don't find a way to produce our own potions, we're at his mercy."

Meanwhile, Raven simply strolled through the streets of Viles Town, his pockets heavy with gold.

He had just pulled off the biggest alchemy hustle in the early game.

And this was only the beginning.

Raven didn't waste time celebrating his 12 gold windfall from the Auction House. He had his sights on something bigger.

The real money in Mortal Online wasn't just in silver or gold—it was in credits.

And credits meant power.

Leaving the Auction House behind, Raven made his way to Virtual Interference, a restricted trading hub where high-level players, wealthy soloists, and guild executives operated. Unlike the open auction system, Virtual Interference allowed direct transactions using real-world credits instead of in-game currency.

This was where the whales played.

And tonight, Raven was going to bleed them dry.

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Virtual Interference – The Market of the Elite

The moment he accessed Virtual Interference, the atmosphere shifted.

Gone were the desperate shouts of casual players begging for affordable potions. Instead, Raven was met with a sleek, dark interface—one designed for serious business.

This was where the top guilds operated.

No public bidding wars.

No marketplace chaos.

Only direct, high-stakes trades.

Most players never even saw this place. Only those with significant credit balances or guild backing could enter.

But Raven?

He had one of the most valuable items in the game right now.

Mid-Level Poison Resistance Potions.

A necessity for Sprent Dungeon's first boss, and something no one else had in stock.

He moved to the restricted trading menu and calmly listed his stock.

Price per potion: 10,000 Credits

Stock: 20

For comparison:

A three-month white-collar salary was 10,000 Credits.

Most players wouldn't dream of spending this much on a single consumable.

But desperate guild leaders? They would.

This wasn't just a convenience tax—this was merciless extortion.

And Raven was counting on their desperation.

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The First Big Purchase – The Whales Take the Bait

It took less than five minutes.

His notifications exploded.

> [Guild Executive 'SilverGhost' has purchased (1) Mid-Level Poison Resistance Potion for 10,000 Credits.]

Then another.

> [Solo Player 'ThunderHawk' has purchased (2) Mid-Level Poison Resistance Potions for 20,000 Credits.]

Then—

> [Guild Officer 'AzureReign' has purchased (5) Mid-Level Poison Resistance Potions for 50,000 Credits.]

The whales weren't hesitating.

They weren't bidding or arguing over price.

They were buying outright.

Because in their minds, this wasn't just a potion—it was progress.

It was the difference between dominating Sprent Dungeon or falling behind their rivals.

And Raven?

He had all the supply.

Potion after potion disappeared, each transaction feeding his credit balance.

By the time the last one was sold, Raven finally checked his total earnings.

20 Mid-Level Poison Resistance Potions × 10,000 Credits

Total: 200,000 Credits

A six-figure payday in minutes.

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Aftermath – The Guilds Realize Too Late

At first, the buyers didn't question it.

They had potions. They were ready for the dungeon.

But then, someone did the math.

"...Wait."

"...We just spent 200,000 Credits... on potions?"

The Virtual Interference chat lit up.

"Who was the seller?! We got fucking ripped off!"

"No one else was selling them… we had no choice."

"It was that bastard—Frost Eye! Again?!"

Just like in the Auction House, Raven's fake identity took all the blame.

Liam from Dark Solution and Mack from Rainbow Solutions—both of whom had been forced to buy potions in silver—saw the messages and felt cold rage.

"This guy's everywhere."

"Who the hell is he?!"

"Find Frost Eye. We need to end this before he drains us any further."

The entire gaming community was suddenly hunting for a ghost.

Meanwhile, Raven?

He was already moving on to the next step.

With 12 gold in-game and 200,000 credits in his account, he had just pulled off the biggest alchemy hustle in early-game history.

And no one even knew it was him.