Chapter 287: Abusing Cupid Points (2)

The wicked grin on the white-haired man’s face widened, revealing two faint, pointed fangs that gave him the sinister charm of a lingering demon. He snapped his fingers, and the very air inside the basement hummed with a resonant, metallic vibration that rattled Silas’s teeth.

"You like the Vibranium plating, User?" the system avatar murmured, his voice sounding like silk dragged over crushed crystal. "A mortal civilization called it a miracle metal. To the System, it is just the standard lining for a low-grade storage vault. But we aren’t done yet."

The man extended both arms, his pale fingers weaving complex geometric patterns in the air.

Instantly, the sleek Vibranium walls split open with hydraulic hisses, revealing rows of recessed, backlit alcoves lined with dark velvet and glowing anti-gravity pedestals. High-grade mana-glass display cases rose from the reinforced floor in perfect, symmetrical grids. Above them, automated security turrets fused with high-tier detection runes materialised at every ceiling corner, their glowing pink lenses sweeping the room in silent, deadly vigilance.

Within seconds, the empty concrete basement had vanished, replaced by an executive-class, state-of-the-art armory that looked less like a guild vault and more like a high-tech fortress designed to store gods’ arsenals.

"The infrastructure is complete," the avatar said, turning to face Silas with a crisp, formal bow. "The automated sorting arrays, mana-preservation fields, and biometric security grids are fully active. Now... it is time to stock your shelves."

Silas walked into the center of the room, his boots tapping softly against the shock-absorbent floor. A massive, floating interface expanded before him, displaying the complete [Catalogue] divided by weapon types, armor classes, accessory ranks, and price tags.

In the top right corner of his vision, his balance blinked in bright, bold numerals: [140,900,300 CP].

"Let’s see how far this takes us," Silas muttered, a dangerous smirk curling his lips.

He didn’t start at the bottom. He swiped his hand straight to the top of what his current rank permitted.

"Ten A-Rank artifacts," Silas commanded, clicking through the catalogue with practiced precision.

"Give me the Abyssal Dragon-Tooth Greatsword, the Shadow-Stalker’s Phantom Cloak, the Glacier-Core Amulet, the Storm-Bringer Bow, the Aegis of the Sun-King Shield, the Void-Tearer Daggers, the Gale-Stride Boots, the Blood-Moon Ring, the Inferno-Core Staff, and the Vanguard’s Adamantine Breastplate."

Each A-Rank artifact cost a staggering 5,000,000 CP. With ten casual clicks, a massive 50,000,000 CP evaporated from his balance in a single breath.

Ten blinding pillars of light erupted across the elevated pedestals in the inner, restricted guild section of the armory. When the light faded, ten magnificent, high-tier artifacts rested under protective stasis fields. The sheer density of the mana radiating off them was so thick it made the air inside the room feel heavy and rich, like breathing pure mountain ozone.

"Exquisite choices," the white-haired avatar purred, watching the light reflect in Silas’s pink eyes. "A balanced collection capable of equipping a top-tier raid team. But your outer hall remains empty, User. Are we filling it?"

"We’re filling everything," Silas grinned, his eyes burning with an unholy light. "Purchase B-Rank weapons and armor. One hundred sets."

[-20,000,000 CP]

A hundred glowing pedestals lit up along the upper perimeter walls. Sleek, enchanted broadswords, heavy warhammers, refined curved scimitars, and gleaming breastplates materialized in perfect order, humming with distinct elemental magic.

"More," Silas ordered, his fingers flying across the screen like a wild pianist. "Give me three hundred C-Rank weapons, two hundred C-Rank armor sets, and fifty utility rings."

[-35,000,000 CP]

The system avatar’s white eyebrows arched slightly, but his grin only grew wider as he processed the flood of incoming transactions.

"A massive mid-tier supply. Your prospective guild members will weep with joy."

"We aren’t stopping until the counter hits zero," Silas said, stepping deeper into the catalogue.

"Fill the entire lower hall with D-Rank, E-Rank, and F-Rank gear. Standard issue shortswords, reinforced leather armors, basic mana-restoration amulets, iron-wood bows, enchanted daggers, scout boots, and stamina-boosting rings. Thousands of them. Dump them all in!"

[-25,000,000 CP]

[-10,000,000 CP]

[-1,000,000 CP]

The armory became a storm of light and sound.

Pillar after pillar of spatial transport magic detonated throughout the massive hall. The high-tech display cases clicked open automatically, receiving racks upon racks of gleaming, brand-new weapons. Hundreds of enchanted iron chestpieces lined the lower walls, rows of sleek daggers gleamed under the soft LED strip lighting, and thousands of accessories settled into padded velvet trays like precious jewels.

Silas didn’t hold back a single point.

He abused his system points with total, reckless abandon, buying out entire sub-categories of gear until the catalogue itself displayed temporary stock cooldowns. He was building a foundation from scratch, a guild armory so obscenely well-stocked that even the top three national guilds in New Liberty would look poor by comparison.

Finally, after ten continuous minutes of relentless purchasing, the flurry of light slowed to a stop.

The massive, state-of-the-art armory was now a breathtaking sight. The inner vault glowed with the legendary aura of ten A-Rank treasures. The middle aisles hummed with the refined power of hundreds of B and C-Rank weapons, while the outer walls were stacked to absolute capacity with thousands of pristine, enchanted low-tier gear ready for incoming recruits.

Silas wiped a nonexistent drop of sweat from his forehead and checked his system interface one last time.

[Current Cupid Points: 0 CP]

He had brought a fortune of over one hundred and forty million points straight down to zero.

The white-haired system avatar stood in the center of the glowing, fully stocked armory, sweeping his arms out toward the magnificent display. He bowed low to Silas, his voice echoing with genuine satisfaction.

"The armory of your guild is fully realized, User. From the lowest initiate to your core executives, every hand that fights under your banner will wield absolute quality."

Silas looked around the magnificent, vibranium-lined hall, his pink eyes reflecting the sea of glowing enchanted weapons. A deep, immensely satisfied laugh escaped his chest.

"Let them hold their little banquet in City AF," Silas whispered, his smirk turning sharp and ambitious. "They think they’re presenting rewards... they have no idea what kind of guild is about to step onto the stage."