Deities: Starting From Goblins

This ship had been chartered at a high price by a hidden Sect, but anyone who wanted to visit the secret land only needed to pay ten thousand Spirit Stones to board the ship along with the others.

The ship was tens of meters long, and there were already several hundred people on it; at that moment, there was still a densely packed crowd below, arguing—they too wanted to go to the secret land at sea, but the price of ten thousand Spirit Stones was simply too high!

“Normally, if there are several hundred people on a ship, the cost is about a thousand Spirit Stones per head. Why is it so expensive this time? It’s ten times the usual rate!”

Some were so angry they could punch the captain. A secret land had opened at sea; surely the captain couldn’t exploit everyone like this?

But the captain’s face was a picture of helplessness as he continued to explain, “The ship is chartered by the Silvercloud’s Clan. They offered ten thousand Spirit Stones, and even as the captain, I can’t decide! Plus, they’ve chartered the ship for a month, paying directly three million Spirit Stones, so wanting to break even is understandable.”

“There are already several hundred people on the ship, and now at least a thousand more are standing here. If everyone pays ten thousand Spirit Stones, couldn’t the Silvercloud’s Clan make tens of millions?”

These people were still indignant, wishing to take the ship to seek their fortune at the secret land at sea, yet reluctant to spend ten thousand Spirit Stones now—what if they came back empty-handed, wouldn’t that be a loss for nothing?

Moreover, if they drifted at sea for more than ten days, going by ten thousand Spirit Stones a day, they would be spending hundreds of thousands for the round trip. They weren’t part of a Great Sect, naturally lacking the confidence; even earning a small amount of Spirit Stones usually meant risking their lives.

And for the Great Sects, even if only a few dozen people were to make the journey, just the ticket would cost hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones, and drifting at sea for more than ten days could cost as much as ten million—who could afford that?

At that moment, a woman of distinguished appearance came down from the ship, “There’s no time to waste. The ship will depart in an hour. If you’re late, other people will surely seize the opportunity in the secret land. Those who are unwilling to pay the Spirit Stones, stop making a fuss and step aside.”

“The Silvercloud’s Clan is a hidden Sect, and they brought three Quasi-Saints with them. Everyone should keep it together!” The captain spoke up, too; regardless of how much these people complained, they couldn’t oppose the Silvercloud’s Clan. To board, ten thousand Spirit Stones was the non-negotiable price.

Upon the lady’s statement, the crowd, which was clamoring just a moment ago, suddenly lost their bluster. “Eleanor Blackwood, can’t you reduce the price a bit? If we do seize an opportunity, it will still depend on the Silvercloud’s Clan.”

“Frankly, the original plan was to have only the Silvercloud’s Clan members go. As for outsiders? Naturally, the fewer, the better, right? With more people, the competition for opportunities increases. Complaining about ten thousand Spirit Stones, you still harbor delusions of grasping an opportunity?”

Michael Silvercloud said with a slight smile on his handsome face, “Ten thousand Spirit Stones is quite reasonable. After all, the Silvercloud’s Clan also spent several million Spirit Stones on chartering the ship. If the ship incurs even the slightest damage, it’s the Silvercloud’s Clan that has to compensate, while you take no risk.”

“Just lip service, why agree to let us go? Isn’t it because seizing the opportunity is akin to courting death? So you want more people as cannon fodder. The Silvercloud’s Clan not only collected Spirit Stones but also gained a thousand more human shields, yet they have the gall to claim a loss?”

A Strong Dominator from the crowd let out a cold huff. Others may fear the Silvercloud’s Clan, but he did not, and he bluntly exposed their motives.

Ten thousand Spirit Stones was nothing to him, a mere drop in the ocean, but he simply couldn’t stand it—clearly, it was the Silvercloud’s Clan using everyone, yet they put on an act of helplessness.

Of course, the Silvercloud’s Clan had several Quasi-Saint Powerhouses as opponents; if a fight broke out, he would be no match, but he had mastered Spatial Divine Power and could escape unblockable by anyone. Unless a true Holy See intervened, a Quasi-Saint was, after all, just a Dominator at Great Perfection—though it was only a step away, the difference was substantial.

His statement brought silence to the entire scene, which was then followed by a flurry of discussions; clearly, they had been awakened by his words—this was the Silvercloud’s Clan’s intent.

Everyone was cursing under their breath, the Silvercloud’s Clan as a Hidden Sect showed no class, even scheming against these lower-Realm Cultivators—truly disgraceful.

Michael Silvercloud looked rather embarrassed, but then he composed himself in an instant: “You think you’re clever, as if only the Silvercloud’s Clan from one Sect is going to the secret land? Many have already left much earlier!”

“Just in the last two days, more than ten ships have set sail, and it’s not only our ship at the docks. Isn’t there another few ships not far away? They may be a bit smaller, but it makes no difference to you. You are free to choose them, yet they’re starting prices are from five hundred thousand Spirit Stones!”

The Silvercloud’s Clan only required ten thousand Spirit Stones, yet it caused such resentment? Previously, the Sect Elders had discussed starting at a hundred thousand, but I thought since everyone is vying for a chance, the Silvercloud’s Clan isn’t short of Spirit Stones. So I set it at ten thousand Spirit Stones.

As for why not free, Michael Silvercloud had his consideration; he didn’t want unrelated people to come aboard. At least those who were looking for opportunities had to be ready to pay dearly, not hoping to board with empty hands unwilling to part with a penny, such people were undoubtedly calculating.

Indeed, that person was right—the Silvercloud’s Clan did have that in mind. No matter how many people went to the secret land, as long as they could secure the opportunity, that was enough. After all, they had dispatched three Quasi-Saint Powerhouses; no matter whose hands the opportunities fell into, they could snatch them back.