“No problem, I have over 300 years of experience in appraisal.”
“I can definitely give you an accurate valuation for any kind of equipment.”
As he spoke, he quickly raised a beam of light and connected it to the sealed card William was holding.
The moment his divine sense entered the card to inspect its contents, the seasoned staff member was stunned—and then completely froze.
Inside the sealed card, there was a mountain of weapons and equipment—some broken, some damaged, some worn, and some intact—all piled together.
This was gear stripped from nearly six billion different followers. The sheer quantity was overwhelming.
From the looks of it, it resembled a junkyard from William’s previous life.
“C-Customer... do you want all of these items appraised?”
The staff member's voice was trembling as he asked.
There were way too many items, in all sorts of styles and sizes, made from various materials, and in vastly different states of condition.
He even spotted the engine of a low-altitude hovercraft in the mix.
Technically, that was equipment too, but shouldn't something like that be sold to a magi-tech shop?
This wasn't even the right department!
Hearing the appraisal staff member's voice start to shake, William waved another beam of light sheepishly and said:
“No need to evaluate each item individually—just give me a total value.”
Appraisal Staff: “…”
Hearing William’s response, the staff member mentally screamed:
“How the heck am I supposed to give you a total value without appraising every single item?!”
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“Should I just weigh the whole pile and price it by the kilo?!”
Though internally he was on the verge of losing it, this was still a professional who had been in the industry for 300 years.
He’d seen all kinds of crazy stuff in the market hub of the Gods' Communal Realm.
Keeping to the motto that "the customer is always right," he quickly calmed himself and said, voice still a bit shaky:
“There are simply too many items to appraise at once. Please wait a moment—I’ll be right back.”
With that, the light orb zipped out from behind the counter and darted upstairs like it was fleeing the scene.
William wasn’t bothered. He floated in place, waiting… but as nearly 10 minutes passed, his patience wore thin.
Just as he was about to float to the entrance and hang up a banner reading:
"Scam shop! No integrity! False advertising! Customer deception!" in protest—
The staffer who had run off finally returned, floating slowly down from the upper floor with another light orb.
The new light orb took one look at the sealed card in William’s hands, and without a word, extended a light beam to connect with it.
A few seconds later, the orb retracted the beam, casually pulled out a blank sealed card, entered some information into it, and handed it to the staffer beside him before floating back upstairs.
The whole process happened without a single word spoken.
Seeing this, William turned to the remaining staffer with curiosity.
“Thank you for your patience, dear customer. The total valuation for your batch of equipment is: 7,364,975 units of divine power.”
“This sealed card contains a detailed itemized breakdown of the appraisal, based on current market rates. Honest and fair.”
With that, the staff member handed over the sealed card containing the report.
William immediately extended his divine sense and examined the contents.
[Two-Handed Greatsword]
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Slightly damaged
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Composition: 15% Molten Ore, 1.3% Mica Crystal Ore, 72% Alloy
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Weight: …
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Appraisal Value: 0.6 Divine Power
[Helmet Fragment]
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Composition: 9% Blue Ice Ore
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Weight: …
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Appraisal Value: 0.00001 Divine Power
[Low-Grade Magi-Core]
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Magic rune integrity: 86%
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Appraisal Value: 1.3 Divine Power
William skimmed the entire list, eyes full of shock.
The data was incredibly detailed—and each item was individually appraised.
There was no way a demigod could manage that. That orb who had done the appraisal just now must’ve been a true god—someone who had ignited their divine flame and possessed a divine imprint for identification.
“Jackpot. Total win. Getting a god to do an appraisal like this would normally cost at least a million divine power. And I just got it for free? What a score!”
Feeling like the clouds had parted and the sun was shining again, William's mood soared.
He immediately shoved the sealed card full of weapons into the staffer's face.
“Sell it. Give me the divine power.”
When William left the weapon shop—sent off respectfully by the staff—he made sure to praise the employee on his way out:
“Honest business! Five-star rating! Don’t worry, I’ll be a loyal customer from now on. You’ll be seeing me a lot.”
Staff member: “…”