Bob is Now a Rich Man, But...

Bob laughed softly and whispered, "Let the plan begin."

He then turned to everyone and commanded, "Line up in front of me and hand over your coins one by one. Speaking without my permission is forbidden."

When the survivors heard this, their faces froze in shock. They wanted to protest, but their mouths wouldn't move. They tried to resist, but their legs disobeyed and carried them into line.

Each person shook hands with Bob, and when he saw the total amount, he stood silent for a moment.

[+26,080,409 coins]

Bob realized he could now afford something mythical.

"Now, organize yourselves by level," Bob ordered mockingly.

The survivors formed groups. Condor stood alone at Level 9, a few people were in Level 8, and a significant number were at Level 7. Bob counted those in Level 6, then selected 100 of the strongest to stand apart from the rest. These would remain alive to guard the flagpole.

He turned to the remaining survivors, who would serve a different purpose.

Bob walked up to them, observing their terrified faces, then drew a sword from his inventory and began cutting them down without hesitation. Each time someone fell, a small blood vortex swirled from the corpse into a crimson gemstone set in his crown.

Soon, all the weak were dead.

[+15,000 XP]

[+70,000 coins]

Bob received slightly more than he would from a raid. Checking his stats, he noticed he could afford Level 13 and didn't hesitate.

[Level 12 -> Level 13]

[Strength increased by 1 Agility increased by 1 Vitality increased by 1]

[You have gained 1 bonus point]

He allocated the bonus point to Intelligence.

[Intelligence increased by 1]

Bob approached a vending machine and bought food and water.

[-150 coins]

"You are now free to move around the station. Speaking without my permission is forbidden. You will defend the flagpole with all your strength. If you're thirsty or hungry, take from this." He placed the food and drinks near the flagpole.

Mixed expressions filled the faces of the survivors—fear, shock, horror, and confusion, especially on Condor's face.

Bob then instructed Remo to summon Tunny.

A powerful vortex of blood formed in front of him, swirling violently before subsiding. Where the vortex once was, Tunny now stood.

The remaining survivors stared, their faces etched with bewilderment.

"Prepare yourself, Tunny. We're conquering the other stations," Bob declared loudly. Tunny simply nodded.

Together, Bob and Tunny headed toward the left tunnel entrance. Once they were gone, the survivors exchanged confused glances, uncertain of what awaited them.

Bob marched into the left tunnel, the white flag in hand, with Tunny silently trailing behind, as usual.

He commanded Remo to scan the surrounding aura thoroughly to ensure no mini-bosses lurked nearby, but to Bob's disappointment, Remo detected nothing.

After a short while, Bob heard the rumble of an engine and tensed.

A blonde man appeared, clutching a blue flag, followed by a group of people sprinting behind him.

Spotting Bob, the man shouted, "Watch out! There's a huge monster behind you!"

Bob chuckled and replied, "Don't worry, I'm a necromancer." His mages and archers had already drawn their weapons, ready to attack Tunny, but hearing Bob's words, they hesitated and observed the silent monster. Seeing that Tunny wasn't attacking, they relaxed.

Bob didn't consider himself a necromancer. In his mind, a necromancer was a figure cloaked in black, commanding an army of skeletons. He only had Tunny, and Tunny certainly wasn't undead.

"Wow, that's such a cool ability! And you're a leader too, seeing as you've got a flag. But… why aren't others following you?" the blonde man asked in a friendly tone.

"I don't need them," Bob replied coldly.

"Well, it seems like you're confident in your strength. Anyway, I've been thinking—how about an alliance? We've been through hell too." the blonde man added, his smile faltering.

"I thought alliances were the only way to survive, my station's Zoov, and yours?" he asked, still amicable.

Bob gave a mental command and glanced at Tunny, who nodded in response.

Suddenly, twelve Explosive Spikes materialized around Tunny and launched into the man's group.

Screams and explosions erupted, followed by a cloud of dust. Bob rushed into the haze.

Thanks to his enhanced eyes and heightened senses, which vitality improved alongside his physical resilience, Bob could see clearly in the dust. He moved effortlessly, decapitating them one by one.

The blonde man's eyes widened in panic. "Wait! Please—" His words were lost in the roar of the explosions.

Moments later, it was over.

[+4,000 XP]

[+28,000 coins]

[The leader of Station Zoov is dead. The first to take his flag will become the new leader]

As the dust settled, a bloodstained blue flag, faintly glowing, lay among the corpses.

Bob approached it with a smile and picked it up. As soon as it touched his hands, the flag's colour began to shift from blue to white.

[Congratulations! The leader of Station Hwat has claimed the flag of Station Zoov. Station Zoov now falls under the control of Station Hwat]

[You have become the leader of Station Zoov. All survivors from Station Zoov must obey your commands. If another station's flag appears on Station Zoov's flagpole, Station Zoov will automatically be reassigned to that station]

Bob read the message, and a sinister grin spread across his face again. More sacks of XP and coins lay waiting to be opened.

Bob was about to move forward when, unexpectedly, Addak appeared before him.

"Bob, you've accumulated far too many coins. Honestly, no one expected someone from level 0 planet to possess such a remarkable personality," Addak said with a grin.

"But your strategy of amassing so many coins—far too many coins—has prompted me to create a special, entertaining shop just for you, though I doubt you'll enjoy it," he added, his grin widening.

"From now on, you can no longer purchase skills or armour from the shop. The only thing available to you is the Wheel of Fortune. And not just any Wheel of Fortune—a much worse version. Each spin will now cost you 50,000 coins instead of the usual 5,000 for the other survivors. Oh, and I've drastically lowered your chances of getting good items, so you'd better hope luck is on your side when you spin." Addak chuckled and washed away.

A dark expression clouded Bob's face. He slammed his fist into the tunnel wall with full force, creating a massive crater.

"Dammit… I had planned to make a huge purchase. Why did I put it off? If I had done it earlier, I'd have guaranteed myself incredible armour and a top-tier weapon. Now it's all up to chance," he muttered bitterly to himself.