Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!

Chapter 699: Funding a Revenge with Gold and Glass

In his past life, the first time he’d been truly bested by Zachary Steele was inside Ethereal.So this time...

A glint flashed in Ethan’s eyes as the thought formed. He let a slow, calculated smile spread across his face.

"An eye for an eye, then," he murmured, almost to himself.

"What was that, Ethan?" Lyla asked, not quite catching it.

"Nothing, nothing," he said with a deliberate, mischievous chuckle.

Lyla stared at him, baffled by his sudden shift in mood, but Ethan just played up the mystery.

"Amber," he turned, his voice softening as he called her name.

Amber seemed lost in her own thoughts, head bowed. The sound of her name made her jump.

"Huh? Yes?"

"Correct me if I’m wrong, but your family deals in jewelry, right? A lot of retail stores?"

"Uh... yes. Actually, the jewelry store chain is under my personal name, not the main Zane family holdings," she clarified after a moment’s surprise.

"Oh?" Ethan’s eyes lit up. "Perfect. In that case, I need a favor."

"Okay," Amber agreed without hesitation, then blushed as she realized how quickly she’d answered. Her eyes darted nervously toward Lyla and Rainie.

Lyla’s lips twitched. Rainie’s eyes crinkled as she covered her mouth to hide a soft laugh.

Ethan, completely oblivious to the silent exchange between the women, simply waved his hand.

THUMP.

A small, gleaming golden mountain materialized on the empty lawn behind them.

"Amber, I need you to find a way to liquidate this gold for me."

The others were used to his spatial storage tricks by now, but Leo, who was standing nearby, flinched and turned pale, a specific, unfortunate promise about what he’d do if Ethan produced gold suddenly flashing in his memory. He subtly shuffled backward, hoping to avoid any reminders about performing impossible and unpleasant feats.

"This... this is pure gold? So much of it! How... how much is here?" Amber, despite being a designated heir to the Zane family and a seasoned manager of their mundane-world affairs, was utterly stunned. She didn’t doubt Ethan’s word, but the sheer volume made her question its purity.

"Four-nines fine. 99.99%. Guaranteed. As for the amount... let’s call it a thousand metric tons," Ethan said casually. He hadn’t even emptied his stash. Yet the number was enough to make Amber’s jaw drop.

Rainie, who was still watching, gasped, her hand flying back to her mouth, her eyes wide.

"A... a thousand tons?" Amber was speechless.

"Yep. Can you move it?" Ethan pressed.

"A batch this size... my individual stores could never handle it," Amber said, trying to regain her professional composure. "Is it not possible?" Ethan’s face fell slightly.

"Well, we could drip-feed it into the market slowly. But you’re bringing it out now, which makes me think you need the capital fast for something, right?" She was sharp, picking up on his unspoken urgency from his earlier tone.

Seeing him nod, she continued with a small, knowing smile. "In that case, the only real option is the black market. The downside is a significant price cut. The current market price for four-nines gold is around $140 per gram. On the black market, you’re looking at least a ten percent loss. But... the speed of the sale would be virtually instant."

She laid out the pros and cons with practiced ease.hey were already exploring their new home.