[423] Dead before even trying.

"I would like to bet one billion studs on Alan Peccator successfully clearing the tower."

I repeated, but the dubious expression on the staff's face did not disappear.

How infuriating, it seems the man is shocked to his core. I wonder why?

A billion is not a significant amount of money, my parents and even Grandpa usually deal in billions.

So why the surprise?

'Hmmm.'

Surveying the surroundings, I found out that it was not only the staff member, but most of the people also mirrored his expression.

How strange, I had thought that maybe the Capitol, the wealthiest and largest human city would possess people of great repute and wealth.

But it seems I was wrong, or maybe those individuals are not present in such an establishment.

Sighing, I pushed the card towards the staff.

"Just scan the damn thing."