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The Aftermath: Guild Logistics in Shambles

The Viles Town Auction House had quieted down, but the air was thick with frustration. The guild logistics officers stood in a tight circle, arguing amongst themselves, their faces pale with stress.

Their raid was in just a few hours, and they had burned through their entire potion budget—spending more than twice what they had planned.

And now?

They had to face the wrath of their guild leaders.

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The Breakdown: Despair Among Logistics Officers

The knight, usually composed, rubbed his temples in frustration. "We just spent over 1,100 silver on potions. Do you know what that means?"

The thief growled, kicking the ground. "It means we're broke. We don't even have enough left for antidotes or mana potions!"

The healer buried his face in his hands. "We're so screwed. The guild leader's gonna kill us. This is literally the worst logistics run I've ever done."

A messenger from their guild ran into the auction house, out of breath. "Oi! What the hell is taking so long? The officers are furious. They were expecting a full stock of potions by now!"

The knight let out a shaky sigh. "We got them… but at a huge cost."

The messenger's eyes widened. "Wait… how much did you idiots spend?"

The thief hesitated before muttering, "Over 1,100 silver."

There was a long, tense silence.

Then, the messenger burst out laughing. "Oh, you're DEAD. Absolutely DEAD."

The healer groaned, shaking his head. "They're gonna make us pay this back, aren't they?"

The knight sighed. "I don't even wanna check my messages. I already know our leader is furious."

As if on cue, a flurry of system messages flooded their inboxes.

> [Guild Leader: How the hell did you idiots spend 1,100 silver on basic potions? WHO authorized this?!]

[Guild Officer: Are you joking? That's enough money to buy gear upgrades!]

[Guild Leader: If we wipe because of this, I swear—]

The thief winced. "Yup. We're gonna get kicked out."

The healer sighed. "No, worse. We're gonna get demoted to guild errand boys."

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Dark Solution's Entrance: Alex Arrives, Clueless as Ever

Just as the logistics officers were spiraling into despair, the doors to the auction house swung open.

A familiar figure walked in—Alex, the logistics officer from Dark Solution.

His expression was dull as ever, a vacant look in his eyes as he wandered toward the counter. Unlike the others, he didn't look stressed. In fact, he looked… completely clueless about what had just happened.

The thief sneered. "Oh, great. Look who's here. Dark Solution's golden boy."

The knight crossed his arms. "Bet he got his potions for cheap, huh?"

Alex blinked slowly, as if struggling to process the hostility. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"

The healer groaned. "Please tell me you didn't already buy your potions."

Alex tilted his head. "Uh… no? I just got here."

There was a brief moment of silence.

Then, the entire group erupted into laughter.

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Realization Hits: Alex is Completely Screwed

The thief doubled over laughing. "Oh, man. You're dead. You should have been here 30 minutes ago."

The knight smirked. "Good luck finding potions now, buddy. They're completely wiped out."

Alex frowned, opening the auction house menu. "Wait… what do you mean?"

He quickly searched for Basic Health Potions.

The screen loaded for a second… then showed a single listing.

[Basic Health Potion – 50 Silver Each]

Alex's eyes widened. "Wait, what the hell?! Why are they so expensive?!"

The healer burst into laughter. "Oh man, I wish I had a screenshot of your face right now."

The thief grinned. "You should've come sooner, Alex. We just spent over 1,100 silver on potions at 20 silver each."

Alex's jaw dropped. "TWENTY SILVER?!"

The knight nodded smugly. "And now? The price is at 50 silver per potion."

Alex froze, processing the reality of the situation. He needed to buy at least 50 potions for Dark Solution's raid… and that would cost him over 2,500 silver.

His face turned pale.

The healer smirked. "Oh, buddy. Your guild leader is gonna LOVE this."

Alex stumbled backward, looking genuinely horrified. He pulled up his guild chat, and sure enough—

> [Guild Leader: Alex, where the hell are the potions?]

[Guild Officer: You better not say they're sold out.]

[Guild Leader: If we miss this raid because of you, you're DONE.]

Alex felt his soul leave his body.

The thief patted his shoulder mockingly. "Welp. It was nice knowing you."

Alex gulped. "I… I'm dead."

Raven, who had been watching the whole scene from the sidelines, silently chuckled to himself.

He had crashed the entire potion market, drained guild resources dry, and left Dark Solution's logistics officer completely screwed.

And the best part?

He still had 50 Poison Potions left to sell.

Raven leaned against the auction house wall, watching Alex spiral into panic mode as he frantically checked his guild funds. Dark Solution was screwed, and he knew it.

But Raven's work wasn't finished.

The health potion scam had drained guilds of silver, but there was one more gold mine left to exploit—Poison Potions.

Unlike health potions, which were a necessity for every player, poison potions had a different kind of demand. Assassins, rogues, and alchemists needed them for their builds. Guilds wanted them for PvP and dungeon raids. And right now?

No one else was selling them.

It was time to milk the market even further.

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A Strategic Drop: Poison Potions Hit the Market

Raven casually opened his auction menu, smirking as he set the price.

Health Potions had started at 12 silver and ended at 20 silver.

Poison Potions? He started them at 15 silver each.

[You have listed 10 Poison Potions at 15 silver each.]

He closed the menu and waited.

And just like before…

They sold instantly.

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Guilds in Trouble: The New Demand Begins

Across the auction house, a rogue-class logistics officer cursed loudly. "Damn it! Who bought them all?!"

A mage from another guild groaned. "We need at least 40 poison potions for our dungeon strat. Who the hell is hoarding them?!"

A knight overheard and scoffed. "That's nothing. Our guild needs 100 poison potions for the next raid boss! The entire supply chain is wrecked."

The realization began spreading fast.

Health Potions had already been drained from the market.

Poison Potions were now disappearing just as quickly.

The few remaining potions were getting snatched up in seconds.

Raven smirked, watching players scramble in panic.

Now, they were trapped in the same cycle as before.

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The Price Hike: Doubling the Silver Flow

Since the first batch sold instantly, Raven raised the price.

[You have listed 10 Poison Potions at 18 silver each.]

This time, the buyers hesitated for barely a second before clicking purchase.

[10 Poison Potions Sold.]

A merchant NPC nearby overheard the guild complaints and chuckled. "Tsk. Looks like someone's cornered the market."

A guild rogue gritted his teeth. "We need poison potions for our assassins. We can't go in without them!"

A mage cursed. "This is a damn monopoly! Someone's controlling the entire alchemy supply."

Raven remained completely silent, enjoying the chaos.

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Desperation Sets In: The Market Is Dying

By the time Raven listed his third batch at 20 silver each, the auction house was a war zone.

Players refreshed the auction repeatedly, hoping for a cheaper option.

Low-rank guilds had completely given up. They couldn't afford the rising prices.

The bigger guilds were now fighting among themselves, trying to outbid each other.

One guild leader stormed into the auction house, furious. "WHO THE HELL IS SELLING THESE POTIONS?!"

No one answered.

Raven simply listed another batch.

[10 Poison Potions at 22 silver each.]

They sold instantly.

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Alex's Worst Nightmare

Amidst the growing chaos, Alex finally gathered enough courage to check for poison potions.

He opened the auction and froze.

Health Potions were completely gone.

The only Poison Potions available were now at 25 silver each.

And the total supply? Barely 20 left.

His face turned pale.

The thief from before burst out laughing. "Oh man, Alex. You are SO dead."

The knight chuckled darkly. "First, you failed to buy health potions in time. Now, you need poison potions at 25 silver each? I hope you have savings."

Alex couldn't even respond.

He pulled up his guild chat, dreading what was coming.

> [Guild Leader: Alex, I swear, if you fail again—]

[Guild Officer: You better have the poison potions.]

[Guild Leader: We need at least 50. If they cost more than 20 silver, YOU'RE PAYING THE DIFFERENCE.]

Alex's hands shook.

If he bought them at 25 silver each, he would personally lose over 200 silver.

If he didn't buy them, his guild leader would kill him.

Either way, he was finished.

Alex felt like vomiting.

Meanwhile, Raven?

He casually listed another 10 Poison Potions at 28 silver each.

And watched as Alex miserably clicked purchase.

[10 Poison Potions Sold.]

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Final Profit Breakdown

After 30 minutes of letting the market destroy itself, Raven checked his earnings.

50 Poison Potions Sold

Starting Price: 15 Silver → Final Price: 28 Silver

Total Earnings: Over 1,000 Silver

He had single-handedly drained the wallets of multiple guilds.

And Dark Solution's logistics officer, Alex, was now bankrupt.

Raven closed the auction menu, completely satisfied.

"Alright," he muttered to himself, stepping away. "Time to prepare for Poison Cave."

The real game was about to begin.