Chapitre 117: Chapter 117: Second Floor

"What the ratfuck, has the system gone insane?" Song Jian was shocked at the "three thousand Doomsday Coins" needed to set up a mailbox;

Just to give you an idea, any player with over three hundred Doomsday Coins in their pocket could already be considered a tycoon. If Song Jian hadn't gotten a SSS grade on his previous main mission, he wouldn't have more than a hundred and fifty Doomsday Coins. There were too many places to spend money in this game and too few ways to earn it. The vast majority of players were barely managing, living like mule-skinner, doing the same mind-numbing and dull routines of chopping trees and collecting stone for a few Doomsday Coins, which was even more tiring than a real-life job;

Staring at his bag showing "3112 Doomsday Coins", Song Jian gritted his teeth resentfully. Having to hand over the coins to the system just as they were warming his pocket was really annoying;