Thomas sat frozen on his throne, his eyes wide as he stared at the holographic interface of the ship's treasury.
The digital counter didn't just move; it blurred. In the span of a single heartbeat, his balance, which had been dangerously scraping the bottom after his architectural splurge, detonated upward.
+6,000 Qi Points.
"Six hundred chips... in one go?" Thomas whispered, a manic, breathless laugh escaping his lips. "Hahaha! I've struck a damn gold vein!"
He whipped his head around to survey the deck and the sky-lounge. The source of the windfall was immediately apparent: every single soul on the ship had simultaneously opted into the flight service. The seven customers—including the few who had just woken up—had practically thrown their chips at the Sky-Gatekeepers.
