Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999! Chapter 169 -169-Fifty Million for a Ticket?

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Caelan instinctively turned his head.

He imdiately spotted Iverson, his robust and towering figure unmistakable.

Once he confird that he wasn’t imagining things, Iverson quickly approached Caelan, closing the distance between them.

"Caelan, did you also receive the task from the senior mbers of the Legion to co here and collect materials?" Iverson asked directly.

Caelan froze slightly at the question.

A task from the senior mbers? He hadn’t heard anything about that at all.

Curious, he instinctively asked about it, only to be t with a look of surprise from Iverson.

"You an... you really have no idea at all?" Iverson exclaid, eyes wide.

"The situation is like this," Iverson explained, "the Ironclad Legion’s high command, in coordination with the Grey family and the rlin family, issued a task announcent."

"All of us from the next generation of these two families, along with the core forces of the Ironclad Legion, are required to go out and gather materials!"

"And the task has a strict ti limit. If you fail to complete it, all of your rewards will be deducted!"

Hearing this, Caelan was completely stunned.

It was just a material-gathering task, wasn’t it? Why was it so harsh?

Fail to complete the task and lose all the reward? That was extrely strict.

Caelan paused for a mont to think. Sothing about this felt strange.

He couldn’t help but ask, "Did they explain the purpose of collecting these materials?"

Iverson looked at him blankly and shook his head vigorously.

"Are you joking? Normally, once the task is announced from above, our job is simply to complete it. As for the reason behind it... the high command isn’t so bored!"

Caelan understood; it was clear that Iverson didn’t know either.

His earlier question had been casual, asked without much thought.

He then continued, asking why Iverson had co to a place like [Void Frontier].

Iverson let out a helpless sigh.

The situation, he thought, could only be described as "miserable."

Iverson’s strength just happened to et the threshold for high-level tasks.

Thus, his task was far more difficult than the ones assigned to the younger mbers.

His mission was to collect the [Infinity Gem].

According to the information provided by the Ironclad Legion, that was why Iverson had co to [Void Frontier].

Even so, he didn’t actually have any confidence in completing it.

What was he thinking? The [Deathborn Paradise] trial was for high-star awakeners only.

A re minor awakener like himself, what could he possibly do there?

Besides wasting ti and padding the numbers, Iverson couldn’t think of any other aningful contribution.

The only relief was that the senior mbers of the Ironclad Legion seed aware of the difficulty of the task.

Iverson was not required to succeed, rely to do his best.

That explained why he was present at this location.

In fact, Iverson had arrived at [Deathborn Paradise] as early as the previous day.

His original plan had been simple: try once, fail, and leave. That would fulfill the minimum requirents.

However, he hadn’t anticipated the strange allure of [Deathborn Paradise].

Every ti he failed and withdrew, he would tell himself that he had just been slightly unlucky or slightly lacking in skill.

And so the cycle repeated.

Without even realizing it, a full day had passed.

Within that single day, Iverson experienced [Deathborn Paradise] ten tis.

From being utterly defeated at first, he had barely managed to rise out of the lowest tier.

First place was out of the question. But breaking into the top 150? With so effort, perhaps.

Yes, that was Iverson’s current goal: simply to enter the top 150.

On the other side, Caelan, after hearing Iverson’s description, largely understood the reason for the task’s appearance.

Clearly, his grandfather and maternal grandfather were assisting in the collection of materials.

Of course, given their strength and the matters they were handling personally, they couldn’t carry out the task themselves.

Thus, after discussion, they issued it as a formal task for the younger generation to execute.

anwhile, Iverson had shared almost everything he knew about the task with Caelan.

This only confird Caelan’s suspicions.

While Caelan frowned, still pondering, Iverson asked again.

"Caelan, if it’s not for the task, then why are you here at [Void Frontier]?"

"To enter here, I spent a full fifty million gold coins on a ticket!" Iverson added proudly.

Caelan froze, utterly shocked.

What? Even soone like Iverson had to pay to enter [Void Frontier]?

And... wasn’t the price supposed to be twenty million gold coins? How did it beco fifty million for him? Had he been cheated?

"Iverson, are you sure the ticket costs fifty million gold coins?" Caelan asked, his tone betraying disbelief.

Iverson caught the skepticism in Caelan’s voice and raised his chin, clearly pleased to have a chance to impress him.

"Caelan, you might not realize this, but the entrance ticket to [Void Frontier] is extrely expensive!"

"Let’s put it this way. If you were willing to sell it, you could put it on the auction house and easily make one billion gold coins."

"Honestly, I only managed to get it after my father pulled a few strings, called in so favors, and ended up owing a huge debt to soone to secure the base price!"

"Caelan, how much did you pay? Next ti, if you need a ticket, tell in advance. I can help you get one."

Caelan was dumbfounded.

So that’s how expensive the [Void Frontier] ticket really was.

Wait, if that’s the case, why had the Instance Control Center sold it to him at such a low price?

He paused for a mont, pondering, and began forming a rough hypothesis.

The Instance Control Center must have already verified his identity.

To win his cooperation, they had probably offered a substantial discount.

Indeed, gold always shines, no matter where it appears.

The Instance Control Center couldn’t afford to ignore him.

Occasionally, so loot could even be sold through the center.

At that mont, Iverson seed to suddenly realize sothing, his expression turning to shock.

"Wait, Caelan, I have a bold guess!" he exclaid.

"Tell honestly. Is this material-collection task related to you?"

Caelan was slightly taken aback. He hadn’t expected Iverson to be so perceptive.

However, there was no reason to hide it, so he nodded.

"Yes, I do need so materials."

Iverson froze, utterly dumbfounded.

"Caelan... you’re seriously amazing!" he finally said, shaking his head in admiration.