A while later, Li Fang was still basking in the afterglow of the final profit calculation. It even seemed to physically warm the damp, metallic air of the geothermal node.
The number was so vast, so far removed from his usual earnings as a scavenger. His recent reality of single-digit balances and crushing debt that he could only stare at, softened just enough to make him feel like he was inside a bubble of his fantasy.
With his Development Lien paid and his collateral untouched, he could now focus on more pressing matters.
After letting out a breath, exhaling the tension coiling his gut, it was soon replaced by a bone-deep weariness from the mental exertion, but also an unfamiliar, almost dizzying sensation of… power.
Financial power.
"Eight thousand, four hundred sixty-five point seven," Li Fang repeated, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.
He flexed his stiff fingers and got back up.
