Apollo wanted to tie up a few loose ends before leaving Belthias. He didn't want the city falling into chaos the moment he stepped away.
The Headmasters, Nathan, and the Mayor were capable. If another Devil-level threat came, they wouldn't be caught off guard. They'd been preparing. And if things got worse, the Main Continent wouldn't stay silent either. One request from Axton, and the Great Serpent Cultivation School's headquarters would dispatch reinforcements.
But Apollo wanted more than preparation—he wanted certainty. His Beggar Spot had to remain safe.
He glanced at his Alm Points, now reduced to a meager fifty. Just days ago, he had nearly two hundred, earned through painstaking patience. The Automatic Alm Point Producer he purchased from the System wasn't cutting it—too slow. Even with Don begging diligently, the gains were minimal.
Not every minute brought generosity. Sometimes, Don would earn just a single bronze coin. One coin, one Alm Point.
