The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

"Irving, name your price. The Angel Corps can purchase all of your equipment!" Anna proposed.

Although the Angel Corps, established by the authorities, had attracted many players from around the world, lack of equipment proved to be their biggest challenge. A team without proper gear was like loose sand, their combat prowess greatly diminished no matter how talented they were.

Irving smiled, choosing not to rush in naming his price.

There were certain norms in trading, especially when it came to pricing. The one to name the price first loses the upper hand. Besides, he wasn't in a hurry to sell his equipment.

"I heard from Aron just now that I am now the chief advisor to the Angel Corps?" Irving asked, furrowing his brows.

Not only were the various family powers downstairs unaware of this matter, but he himself was also clueless.

"Irving, I'm truly sorry for the misunderstanding. Allow me to formally invite you on behalf of the authorities to be the Chief Advisor of the Angel Corps." Anna continued sincerely. "I know you don't want to be tied down by any guild powers. The Chief Advisor position won't involve you directly in the Corps' affairs, nor limit you to any commands. And you've seen the reactions of those families.

The authorities will never allow anyone to exploit any member of the Angel Corps, let alone the Chief Advisor."

Irving fell silent again.

The title of Chief Advisor to the Angel Group was somewhat akin to that of an external consultant, but it didn't mean there's nothing to do.

Anna said earnestly, "All you need to do is give the Angel Corps the right of first refusal before selling the equipment. That's all."

She continued, "Of course, if you think the Angel Corps' offer is not suitable, you can sell to someone else. It's your right. We will not hinder you."

The right of first refusal to buy the equipment wasn't detrimental to Irving.

After all, the backing of the authorities spoke volumes compared to those family powers.

Though the title of Chief Advisor might not be of much use in the ruthless game of 'The Other World', it could at least bring considerable convenience in reality.

Not to mention... the equipment Irving was offering were all his discarded items.

"How about it, Irving? As long as you agree, we will protect your safety with full force and provide necessary convenience for some matters." Anna quickly added.

The attack he had staged at the park using the[Fireball Art]left a deep impression on Anna.

After the first wave of the disaster, while all players were celebrating their survival, he pulled out thousands of pieces of equipment... The man before her seemed like an enigma, always full of surprises.

Anxiety began to creep into Anna's heart, hoping that Irving would agree.

"There's one more condition." Irving stated, "I should be able to relinquish this title at any time, with nobody able to limit my decision."

"This..." Anna hesitated.

How many people would kill for a title from the authorities, but the man before her didn't seem to care.

The more indifferent he appeared, the more convinced she became that her choice was correct... Of course, this would be validated in the not-so-distant future. But that's a story for another time.

"Alright, I agree!"

Anna nodded, then pulled the conversation back, proactively saying, "There are a total of nine hundred and twenty-eight pieces of equipment, including two rare-grade ones...one billion dollars! Would that price be acceptable to you, Irving?"

Even if calculated based on a thousand pieces of equipment, the average price per piece set by the officials would be one million dollars, which was already not a low offer.

After all, out of them, six hundred and eighty-four pieces were ordinary equipment, and according to the current market, ordinary equipment only fetched a price of four to five hundred thousand dollars at most.

"The officials are indeed generous..." Irving muttered. Even for him, who had experienced a rebirth, he was taken aback upon hearing this figure.

But the next moment, his brows furrowed again.

"What? You aren't satisfied with the price?" Anna asked worriedly.

The Angel Corps urgently needed this batch of equipment. This was the first transaction after Irving became the Chief Advisor of the Angel Corps. She had already quoted the maximum price set by her superiors. Any amount exceeding this price was beyond her authority to approve.

"How much do you think would be a suitable price, Irving?" Anna asked tentatively.

But Irving merely shook his head and didn't answer. Anna felt a knot in her stomach and quickly said, "Alright, if you're not satisfied with the price, I'll call the superiors for instructions right now."

Saying so, she was about to make the call.

"It's not about the price." Irving said.

From Irving's perspective, a price of one billion was already a substantial offer.

However, his concern wasn't about this. Although the money appeared astronomical to ordinary people, it would immediately turn into scrap paper after the apocalypse arrived. Its usability period was very short.

Furthermore, there were two days left before the arrival of the second wave of disaster. He had to reinforce the shelter once more before that... There were a ton of things waiting for him to handle.

"All of the one billion dollars must be converted into gold bars of equivalent value. Also, there's something else I need you to resolve." Irving said, furrowing his brows. "I hope to get the official strategic reserve supplies."

Anna looked puzzled, "What do you need the strategic reserve supplies for? If you're just worried about the impact on living supplies after the apocalypse arrives, you can rest assured."

As if understanding something, she immediately promised, "The officials will provide enough daily necessities for every player in the Angel Corps!"

With Irving's status as the Chief Advisor of the Angel Corps, even if the apocalypse arrived, he would be classified as an important supply protection target by the officials.

"No." Irving shook his head, "Supply protection is the officials' responsibility. It has nothing to do with me. I need something from the strategic reserve now. As for its purpose... you don't need to ask, but I won't be asking for any weapons of destruction, and I won't need too many of them."

At this moment, Anna's gaze was incredibly complicated.

Looking at Irving in front of her, the doubts in her heart grew bigger. She just couldn't figure out what this man wanted to do.

However, compared to nearly a thousand pieces of equipment that could arm the Angel Corps to the teeth... this condition wasn't much.

Moreover, Irving had already said that he wouldn't ask for any weapons of destruction.

As long as it didn't cross the line, there wouldn't be a problem.

"Pleasure doing business with you!" With that, Anna took out a black bank card, "All the funds are in here. You can take this card to any official bank and exchange it for gold bars. As for the supplies you mentioned, just give me a list of what you need, and I'll have someone deliver them to you."

Irving directly entered the Other World, retrieving all the equipment.

Despite the large quantity, they were all reducible in size and were ultimately all packed by Anna in a prepared briefcase.

After completing the transaction, Irving stood up to leave.

"Oh, by the way, there are some things I feel it is necessary to remind you about." Anna seemed to have thought of something and said from behind him, "The Taylor family is not as simple as they seem. Although I've dealt with the problem this time, it's only a temporary solution... And that girl, her background is quite complicated too."

Irving frowned and left the compartment without a word.

...

At this point, everyone from the Taylor family had left the banquet hall.

Joseph was nowhere to be seen, and as for the rest of the families, they were discussing something amongst themselves. When they saw Irving coming down from the upstairs, their eyes flashed a complex look.

The status of Chief Advisor to the Angel Corps had been exposed, and no one dared to provoke this young man any further.

"Irving." At this moment, James, who had been waiting downstairs, walked over with his sister Lily and Vicky.

After what just happened, Vicky was feeling all sorts of emotions. She looked at Irving, then lowered her head again, her thoughts unknown to others.

"Let's go back." Irving said indifferently.

The four left the Hilton Hotel. But Irving did not choose to go home. Instead, he headed to the Green Ivy Group building.

It was well past work hours, and the receptionist was now another young woman.

Irving glanced at James and casually asked, "Where's the previous one?"

"The one called Alice?" James, as the general manager of the group, remembered the receptionist who was always courteous to him, "I believe she had some family issue and has resigned."

"Alright." Irving did not say anything more.

The four took the elevator to the spacious top-floor office. After sitting down, James poured everyone a cup of coffee. He glanced at Vicky who had been silent all the way, then turned his gaze to Irving, "Irving, you should be careful in the coming days. That old man from the Taylor family isn't easy to deal with..."

Even though Irving is now the Chief Advisor of the official Angel Corps, the Taylor family had lost face at the banquet. Although they dared not openly move against Irving, no one could guarantee they wouldn't pull any shady tricks behind the scenes.

"Irving...I'm sorry. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have been implicated."

A choked voice came. Vicky's eyes had become red at some point, and tears were falling down her beautiful cheeks.