I Died and Became a Noble's Heir

Chapter 249: We’re Rich!!!

They passed through the entrance into the vault, and Jack’s enhanced perception took in the space with clinical efficiency.

Pedestals, weapons and armor lined the walls as they entered the first chamber.

But Jack wasn’t interested in any of that yet.

He followed Kaedor to a specific chamber, one marked with runes.

The gold room.

It wasn’t organized.

It wasn’t sorted into neat piles or carefully counted stacks.

The gold coins were simply scattered across the floor, thousands upon thousands of them forming a carpet of wealth that clinked under their feet as they entered.

{Holy... that’s a lot of gold. Like, obscene amounts of gold. How much do you think is here? Actually, don’t answer that. Just take it all. TAKE ALL OF IT.}

Jack reached out with his system storage, the magical space that could hold far more than its physical size should allow.

The gold coins began disappearing, pulled into hia system storage.

Within seconds, the floor was clear. Every coin accounted for.

Every piece of wealth that Pho had stored here now belonged to Jack.

[Gold Coins Acquired: 75,772]

[Current Gold Total: 90,642]

’90 thousand coins. Looks like I’ll be busy when I go back.’

{Ninety thousand gold coins! That’s... that’s more money than most demons see in their entire lives! We’re RICH! Well, you’re rich. I’m a spear. But still!}

Jack ignored Oscar’s excitement and gestured for Kaedor to continue. ”The death tokens.”

Kaedor led him to an adjacent chamber.

The door opened to reveal what Jack had been looking for.

Death tokens.

They filled the chamber in massive quantities, stored in containers of various sizes but all mixed together without apparent organization.

Thousands upon thousands of the small skull engraved on the coin. These objects served as currency throughout the tower’s floors.

Jack activated his Flawed Sight, allowing him to examine the tokens with greater detail than normal vision would permit.

And immediately noticed something interesting.

The tokens weren’t all the same quality.

Most of them appeared standard.

The typical tokens were scattered throughout the collection with variants here and there.

Some tokens were slightly darker, their structure showing minor flaws or imperfections.

These radiated less power, and felt less valuable somehow.

Others were brighter, their structure more refined.

They practically hummed with concentrated essence, clearly superior to the standard tokens in every measurable way.

An untrained eye would never notice the difference. The variations were subtle enough that even most demons would assume they were all identical.

But Jack’s Flawed Sight picked up the distinctions with perfect clarity.

[Scanning Death Tokens...]

[Classification: Inferior Death Tokens]

[Value: 0.2 Death Tokens each]

[Classification: Death Tokens]

[Value: 1 Death Token each]

[Classification: Superior Death Tokens]

[Value: 5 Death Tokens each]

Jack’s red eyes narrowed slightly as he processed this information.

Three quality tiers.

All different values.

And Kaedor’s vault had all three mixed together without any apparent sorting or organization.

He reached out with his system storage again, this time being selective.

The inferior tokens could stay, their value wasn’t worth the storage space. But the normal and superior tokens were worth taking.

The system worked quickly, automatically sorting the tokens by quality as it pulled them into storage.

Normal tokens disappeared first, pulled from containers and piles with efficient precision.

Then the superior tokens, each one glowing slightly brighter as they vanished.

[Death Tokens Acquired: 489,000]

[Superior Death Tokens Acquired: 100,000]

’Half a million, not bad. Plus 100,000 superior tokens. This is like a wet dream.’

{HALF A MILLION DEATH TOKENS?! Plus a hundred thousand superior ones?! That’s... I can’t even calculate how much wealth that represents! You could buy entire territories with this! Commission legendary weapons!}

Jack turned to Kaedor, who was standing near the entrance, his injuries still bleeding but apparently forgotten in the face of watching his master’s vault being emptied.

”How long does it take to create the three different types of death tokens?” Jack asked, his flat voice carrying genuine curiosity.

Kaedor’s golden eyes showed confusion. ”Three types? Jakar, I don’t understand. They’re all death tokens. The process creates death tokens from gold using essence conversion. There’s only one type.”

Jack’s red eyes fixed on the general with an intensity that made Kaedor take an involuntary step backward.

”The inferior tokens. The standard tokens. The superior tokens. Three distinct quality levels with different values. How do you control which type is created?”

”I...” Kaedor’s confusion deepened, his voice carrying genuine bewilderment. ”I’ve never heard of quality variations in death tokens. The conversion process produces death tokens. Just... death tokens. All identical in value and structure.”

Jack stared at him for a long moment, his enhanced perception from Blood Frenzy analyzing every micro-expression, every subtle tell that might indicate deception.

But Kaedor wasn’t lying.

He genuinely didn’t know about the quality differences.

He had been creating superior death tokens entirely by chance, without understanding the process or even realizing that some of his output was worth five times more than others.

’Annoying,’ Jack thought, his internal voice carrying frustration that his flat external expression didn’t show. ’He’s made superior tokens by accident and has no idea how he did it. The process must have variables he’s not aware of, factors that affect output quality that he’s never bothered to investigate.’

It was the kind of gap in knowledge that shouldn’t exist for someone supposedly brilliant enough to invent death token creation in the first place.

Either Kaedor was less intelligent than his reputation suggested, or he’d stumbled onto the process through luck rather than understanding.

Either way, it meant Jack couldn’t simply order him to mass-produce superior tokens. The knowledge wasn’t there to exploit.

{So he’s making super valuable tokens and doesn’t even realize it? That’s... kind of sad, actually. Like finding out you’ve been using masterwork paintings as firewood because you didn’t know they were valuable.}

Jack turned away from Kaedor, his mind already moving to the next objective. The vault had been profitable, more so than expected thanks to the superior tokens.

But time was critical, and he still had the slave pits to secure before Pho organized a proper response.

The system notification appeared in his vision, updating his total wealth with clinical precision:

[Currency Conversion: Superior Death Tokens → Death Tokens]

[100,000 Superior Death Tokens = 500,000 Death Tokens]

[Total Death Tokens: 989,000]

[Updating currency display...]

[Current Gold: 90,642]

[Current Death Tokens: 1,577,250]

The numbers settled into place, representing wealth that would make most demons consider themselves set for multiple lifetimes.

Enough to fund armies, but land, but armors or weapons for thousands of demons, fhe possibilities were endless.

And Jack had acquired it all in less than ten minutes.

’Hear that Oscar im rich. Over 1.5 million tokens, I can buy whatever I want now, Including something very valuable from Death’s shop.’

{One and a half MILLION death tokens. Ninety thousand gold. We went from ”moderately wealthy adventurer” to ”could probably buy a small demon lord’s territory” in the time it takes most people to eat breakfast. This is INSANE!}

Jack’s red eyes remained fixed on the now-depleted vault chamber.

’Right I think its time we finish this and go to Phase 3 now.’

{WHAT..... HOW MANY PHASES ARE THERE TO THIS PLAN!!! TELL ME!!!}