I Can Extract Game Items-Chapter 192: New Additions

After the race, they gathered in an open area to test out each mount’s abilities.

August activated his Hellhorn Charger’s ability, causing the pink energy ring around its horns to glow intensely before he charged at a boulder—shattering it on impact.

Boris commanded his Infernal Fangbeast to slam its paws onto the ground, creating a small eruption of molten lava that melted the grass in a ten-foot radius.

Lilo’s Void Panther activated its shadow cloak, vanishing momentarily before reappearing behind Gregarious’ Featherstrider, spooking the poor bird so badly that it stumbled backward.

Gregarious let out a booming laugh. "A sneak attack, eh? But behold! THE POWER OF THE FEATHERSTRIDER!"

His mount suddenly extended its wings, jumped into the air, and launched forward with an insane burst of speed—before tripping over a rock and sending both itself and Gregarious tumbling.

Meanwhile, Ezran was still sulking about his Runebound Stag being the slowest, until he discovered that it could absorb magic.

When Ezran cast a fireball at it, the stag absorbed the flames and then released a powerful magic wave, knocking Boris off his Infernal Fangbeast.

Ezran grinned. "Okay, yeah. I take back everything. This is sick."

Boris groaned from the ground. "Next time, we race using combat abilities."

Lilo smirked while stroking her Void Panther’s fur. "You’ll still lose."

August grinned from atop his Hellhorn Charger. "We’ll see about that in the tournament."

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Now that they all had their mounts, they felt even more ready for the upcoming tournament.

Greg lifted his arms dramatically. "Let it be known! Team Aleman shall rise to greatness!"

Boris rolled his eyes. "gods of Enders Light help us all."

Ezran laughed. "Agreed."

August smirked. "This was a good day."

Boris nodded. "We’re definitely one step closer to dominating that tournament."

Lilo grinned. "Now we just have to train them up."

Ezran added. "And make sure Gregarious doesn’t get trampled again."

Gregarious sat proudly atop his chubby bird mount and puffed out his chest. "Do not mock the mighty Featherstrider! He will be our secret weapon!"

Everyone let out bursts of laughter. The upcoming tournament was only a week away at this point.

They knew they couldn’t slack off but at the very least they were more equipped than before so this boosted their confidence level.

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...

The morning sun bathed the aesthetically pleasing interior of AM Coven in warm light. Its rays glinted off the carefully placed display cases filled with extracted items.

The business had been flourishing beyond expectations and today Aleman was having a little meeting with his staff.

Aleman stood before his assembled staff, dressed in his signature futuristic helmet and beautifully tailored long black suit, exuding an aura of quiet authority.

Derrick stood beside him with his arms crossed as he watched the gathered employees. The five superguards stood in perfect formation with their robotic arms gleaming under the lighting.

The rest of the staff—clerks, accountants, cashiers, cleaners, and other workers—stood at attention, eager to hear what Aleman had to say.

Aleman folded his arms as his modulated voice rang out.

"Alright, listen up. As you all know, AM Coven has grown significantly over the past month. The traffic here has skyrocketed, and so have our sales. That’s why your incomes will be increasing by 100% and we’ll be having a little expansion."

A few excited murmurs rippled through the staff. The staff even started clapping but Aleman raised his hand to silence them.

"We’ll be bringing in three more security guards," he continued. "Like the five standing before you, they’ll be equipped with powerful extracted gear, making sure no one—and I mean no one—can mess with this place."

The current superguards exchanged nods with confident demeanors.

"In addition to that, we’re also hiring a new staff member to work as a supervisor-slash-analyst," Aleman said. "This person will oversee trading trends, analyze market flows, and make sure AM Coven continues to stay ahead of the competition."

Derrick raised a brow but said nothing. He knew who August was referring to but didn’t spill the details yet.

"I’ll be personally handling these new hires, and when the time comes, they’ll be introduced to the rest of you. In the meantime, do your jobs, stay sharp, and let’s keep making AM Coven the powerhouse it’s meant to be."

The employees clapped in approval while some exchanged excited whispers about the little expansion.

After the meeting concluded, Aleman called Derrick aside and handed him a small, sleek black box.

Derrick took it while glancing up at Aleman. "What’s this?"

"A space storage ring," Aleman replied. "I need you to have it mailed to this address."

He handed Derrick a piece of paper with an address written on it.

Derrick furrowed his brows. "Whose address is this?"

"A player from Enders Light," Aleman said casually. "In game name’s GaleStorm. He gave me some valuable info on taming mounts, so I’m fulfilling my promise to send him an item in return."

Derrick whistled while spinning the box in his hands. "Man, you’re really out here handling in-game trades like it’s real-world business. But I guess for you, it kinda is, huh?"

Aleman smirked behind his helmet. "You could say that."

Derrick nodded before pocketing the item. "Alright, I’ll get this taken care of right away."

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Before Derrick could walk off, he hesitated, then turned back to Aleman with a more serious expression.

"Actually, before I go, there’s something I want to run by you."*

Aleman tilted his head slightly. "Go ahead."

Derrick drew closer. "I’ve been thinking about AM Coven’s trading system. Right now, players come here with items they have retrieved to reality and trade freely. That’s great and all, but—shouldn’t we be charging a percentage?"

Aleman frowned slightly. "You mean taking a cut from their trades?"

"Exactly," Derrick nodded. "Look, I get that you want this place to be a safe haven for gamers to trade without extra costs, but we’re missing out on a huge opportunity. The business is booming, and if we implemented even a small transaction fee—say, five to ten percent—AM Coven’s revenue would skyrocket even more. We’re talking millions in passive income, August."

Aleman sighed and crossed his arms.

"I see your point, but I don’t like it," he said. "AM Coven was built to be a neutral ground. Players already deal with enough BS in the game world—gold taxes, auction fees, transaction penalties. I don’t want them to feel like they’re getting squeezed dry here too."

Derrick raised a brow. "But we’re running a business, man. It’s not about squeezing people dry—it’s about ensuring sustainability. We’ve already made over three million in less than a month, sure, but what happens when the market stabilizes? When other competitors pop up? We need long-term strategies."

Aleman rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I hear you, Derrick. I really do. But charging fees on trades might push people to look for alternatives—other underground methods of trading, third-party meet-ups, places where they can trade without paying anything. That’s the last thing I want."

Derrick exhaled, clearly a bit frustrated but understanding. "Alright, I get it. But if we don’t charge for trades, maybe we charge for something else. Membership perks? VIP access? Something that adds premium benefits without forcing people to pay."

Aleman nodded. "Now that’s an idea I can get behind. Let’s brainstorm on that later."

Derrick smirked. "Fair enough. You’re still a stubborn bastard, though."

Aleman chuckled. "Comes with the territory."

With that, Derrick left to handle the package delivery, while Aleman turned his gaze back to the bustling AM Coven, already thinking of ways to keep the business both thriving and fair for all gamers.

However, as Derrick pointed out, competition would inevitably come. August had to be prepared—not just for the business side of things, but also for the unseen threats lurking in the shadows.

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Later in the day, Rachel stepped through the glass doors of AM Coven.

Players and traders moved about, some engaged in deals, others observing extracted items on display.

But Rachel wasn’t here for business. She was here to see him.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way toward the back office, where Aleman awaited her.

She knocked gently before stepping inside. The office was well-designed and had a full wall of translucent digital panels displaying analytics and security feeds.

Sitting at his desk, Aleman leaned back in his chair with his ever-present helmet concealing his expression, and yet his commanding presence filled the space.

Rachel offered a small smile. "Thanks for seeing me again… and for everything."

Aleman waved a hand. "You don’t need to keep thanking me, Rachel."

She opened her mouth to speak, but Aleman tapped a digital panel on his desk, causing a small holographic screen to materialize in mid-air between them.

Legal documents were displayed—filed complaints, official stamps, and a very familiar name.

Rachel’s heart clenched.

"Grayson already filed a lawsuit against you," Aleman said bluntly. "I expected it, and I assume you did too."

Rachel’s hands balled into fists as panic swirled inside her. That bastard was really trying to ruin her completely now that she had left.