In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

Time flew by.

And just like that, it was another brand new day.

Chu Che looked through his mission board silently while making his way to the Gaming Hall.

[•Mission: Get 400 customers to play 'God of War: Ascension.'

•Mission Task: The system has already renovated the Gaming Hall and has installed 30 futuristic gaming headgears and 2 game streaming Tvs.

So as Wenji Entertainment Park's owner, how can you sit idly by when there are no customers?

The host has to do his best.

•Mission Reward: Viewing Hall combined with a Simulator Hall and a Mission/Worker Hall.

•Mission Deadline: 10 days

Punishment: Any Failure will result in the host being transported into a punishment space, where the host will be torn to pieces repeatedly for 3 months in that space's time.

NOTE: 3 months there is 3 minutes in the real world. Nonetheless, the host will wish he were truly dead after that.]

"_"

Just looking at the mission and mission's punishment, Chu Che found it quite funny.

How was it his fault if people didn't go to the gaming hall?

Since the system had already said he couldn't do any advertisement shamelessly, how would people know about it?

The whole thing was quite funny and disturbing at the same time.

Right on cue, the system appeared on his shoulder, wearing a male cheerleading outfit.

[My darling host, cheer up. I know you can do it! And if you do get punished, at least I'll be there... watching you from afar.]

Chu Che shook his head wryly at its system.

Why did it feel like it had the brain of a 3-year-old child?

Forget it.

He had better things to focus on.

Time to introduce God of War into this world.

With that, he headed out of the Town Lord estate with Old Fru and a few others

And soon, it didn't take long for Chu Che to reach the Gaming Hall.

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Standing before the Hall, he once again observed the difference between the words on the board here compared with those in the Registration Hall.

Of course, most of the things written on both boards were similar.

But now, the opening hours had been extended, and the price had changed as well.

[>Opening Hours: 8 AM to 11 PM

>PRICE: 3 gold coins per hour.

Remember, customers can also use beast cores as coins and save the balance in their membership cards.

>Usage: 6 hours a day. No more.]

Chu Che looked at the prices and couldn't help but frown a bit.

Wasn't this a tad bit too high?

If they used 3 gold coins per hour, then each day, they would have to consume 18 gold coins daily.

Nonetheless, even though it was high, cultivators would still be able to afford it.

And if they were broke, they could just hunt several beasts and take their cores.

Beast cores were ranked by how strong the beast was.

The stronger they were, the purer their energy within.

Cultivators used these cores to harness more qi and rank up their power levels.

Within the Tah continent, A single grade-5 core costs at least 200 gold coins, which was also equivalent to 10 grade-1 beast cores.

So although the system was expensive, it wasn't all that bad.

After all, some of these cultivators spent more coins on food alone per day.

So the money wasn't necessarily the issue here.

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These cultivators, alchemists, and so on... were typically given monthly allowances from their sects.

Some rich ones from influential clans also get thousands of gold coins in addition to what their sects gave them.

Clearly, they had money.

But the issue here was that for many forms of entertainment (drinking, challenge halls, prostitution houses), one would spend only at most 2 gold coins for an entire night.

And if they were really generous, they would give more, even up to 10 gold coins for an entire NIGHT.

Yet the system was asking them to spend 3 gold coins per HOUR?

Most people would tell Chu Che to 'get the hell out of here!'.

If they spent 8 hours there, wouldn't that be 24 Gold Coins in just 1 day?

Without a doubt, many people would want to slice his throat off.

These were gold coins, alright?..not copper, not silver but gold!!!

Wouldn't it be crazy for them to spend 18 cold coins on entertainment daily?

No matter how rich they were, no one liked to be scammed.

It would be better to buy a low-ranked elixir or something with those 18 gold coins than to waste it with no yield.

Of course, if the games they were talking about were just gambling and betting on tournament fighters, then they wouldn't mind all that much.

It was just that it was too weird for any gambling den to demand hourly pay.

So what exactly were they spending their gold coins on?

Many might feel like it was a complete ripoff!

But Chu Che knew they would change their minds when their strength ranked up after playing these games.

After all, the system was like an elixir that kept increasing one's strength the more they used anything in the store.

So he was confident that they wouldn't regret spending so much.

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Old Fru and a few others looked at the prices and somehow felt that their young master was turning evil.

Could it be that their Che family was getting poor?

Was the youngster under such an illusion?

They all had black lines on their faces as they felt their throats blocked when they wanted to ask Chu Che why.

Maybe the young master had his reasons?

Yes!

That must be it!

There must be something within that would cause such jaw-dropping prices.

Thinking like this, many let go of their worries and got excited again.

This was their chance to grow stronger.

Now, it was time to see what this gaming Hall was all about.

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