Holy fuck! He is Thor!

Mike didn't dwell on Ace's cryptic words. He had just sold a hundred pounds of ore for triple the price!

What a steal!

As for the rest of the ore he had given Ace, Mike hadn't even bothered to properly inventory it, only roughly estimating the weight.

Accounting could wait until after they won.

If they lost, well, money wouldn't be of much use to a dead man.

Before entering the Ninth Abyss, Mike had instructed Bilbo to ramp up ore production.

The Mysterious Mine was a hive of activity, with mining drills operating at full capacity, pushing them to their breaking point. Several had already malfunctioned and been scrapped.

These drills were designed to last for 5-10 years under normal conditions.

But these weren't normal conditions.

Every available worker, regardless of their previous occupation, had been reassigned to the Mysterious Mine.

Except for Master Fool, no one was idle.