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He leaned towards the Octopus boss, resisting the urge to take a bite and taste the fresh, and asked curiously, “How does one make money from it?”

“It’s very simple, download this app, gather some faith, and buy a share. Oh, and if you fill in my name as the referrer, I can get a little reward, and you can cut down on the transaction fee.”

Although the Food Lord was one of the Gods, he had been craving the stir-fried rice of the Maine Coon and hadn’t returned recently, so he was unaware that the stock market was an extension of the commands of the Gods.

He tentatively invested some faith and bought some stocks that looked good to him, and in just a short while, he saw his total faith skyrocket, making his eyes shine with excitement.

“What the meow! The stock market is awesome too! Let’s go all in! Ah, it doubled!”

Within minutes, the Food Lord had struck it rich, his fortune doubled, and he felt like he was born to be a stock deity!

“Pingping, Maine Coon, quickly lend me your savings, I can still win. No, I should be asking my followers for money, let them fund me to buy stocks!”

The Food Lord was almost instantaneously captivated by the stock market, intoxicated by the pleasure of growing faith.

Pingping also curiously approached the Food Lord’s side, then discovered that the game’s stock market was incredibly detailed.

She didn’t know much about the stock market, but she often livestreamed when playing games, and there were players in her stream who understood these things, who were shocked after seeing it.

“[I remember there wasn’t a stock market before, is Fang Cheng Studio doing this to match up with ‘Laboratory’, so they introduced a stock market?]”

“[Seems like it, but why didn’t they notify the players? Oh, Angel Envoys can’t participate, for fear of insider trading. They’ve actually taken this into account.]”

“[This is to be a little too realistic, and this stock market is quite big, isn’t it? The rise is limitless, as is the fall, aren’t the fluctuations too strong?]”

“[Let’s take a look at the historical trend… Hiss! The bubble is too big! The total market capital now is dozens of times what it was at inception, and it’s only been what, a dozen days? If this blows up, nobody’s getting out.]”

“[And the trading volume is starting to decline, this is the prelude to a crash. Don’t let the Food Lord touch it!]”

Pingping quickly realized that this was a no-touch zone.

People can’t earn money beyond their understanding, and the Food Lord, knowing nothing about it, definitely shouldn’t touch it.

As she was about to persuade the Food Lord to retreat quickly, she heard him exclaim, “Why is it falling! Come back up!”

“[Tell him to sell!]”

“Don’t, I have a feeling it’ll rise again! I’m going to buy more now! There’s a loan button over there, watch me…”

Just as the Food Lord was on the brink of disaster, the Maine Coon decisively took action.

It slapped the Food Lord unconscious, then grabbed his pudgy form and chose to sell his shares, fortunately breaking even and even making a slight profit.

But had it been any later, it would’ve been a disaster.

The previously surging stock market suddenly plummeted in an instant, the bubble evaporating in the blink of an eye, leaving behind nothing but desolation.

Players had just become aware of the stock market in the game today, but it turned out to be the day of its demise, as this barely-two-week-old stock market met its end, with numerous NPCs losing their efforts there, leaving only countless sorrows behind.

Their ecstasy yesterday turned to agony today.

Shares that were priced high yesterday became worthless paper today, for the greed birthed by the Gods was amplified endlessly, plunging flora and fauna into irrevocable financial ruin.

And the one to burst this bubble was merely a small report.

Among the Gods, the only one uninterested in this massive special item market was the Skeptic.

Naturally dubious about everything, upon discovering the stock market, he didn’t rush in but instead watched skeptically with his followers, pondering what exactly this thing was.

The greatest enemy of greed is thought, and as contemplation deepened, the Skeptic realized this thing couldn’t create wealth.

It was like a magnifying glass, seemingly enlarging numbers, but the essence of the numbers hadn’t changed at all.

Moreover, speculators were continuously flipping and transferring wealth throughout the process, with the Gods joining in the frenzy, hastening the bubble’s inflation.

Upon understanding its true nature, the Skeptic’s followers began writing reports, and these reports awakened some people, who started to exit.

Had it been just a few people, it might’ve been okay, but speculators who sensed the change in the wind also began to withdraw.

This exodus brought panic, with the false prosperity lasting only a short while, and today it collapsed.

Seeing the stock index, the Octopus bartender became restless.

It watched helplessly as the stock index crashed from tens of thousands, then dropped below the five-digit mark and kept going down to the four-digit numbers.

It didn’t even dare to blink, because each blink meant its wealth was halved.

From millionaire to million-debtor, it only took a few minutes.

After calculating its wealth precisely, it realized it owed a million in debt; it had mortgaged the bar multiple times for a large loan and poured everything into the stock market, and now it had nothing left.