Ye Ruo lounged in his study, eyes locked on the system's glowing legend tally: 11,250.
His new book's release had unleashed a torrent, fame climbing by the hour.
From a few thousand, it blasted past ten thousand in a dizzying sprint.
Ordinary Mondstadters chipped in a modest 0.1 points each, kids even less.
Knights and church folk offered more, their devotion weightier.
Vision holders like Jean shone brighter, granting 10 to 20 points apiece.
The numbers seemed tiny, a trickle against the flood he craved.
Yet Mondstadt's sheer size—hundreds of thousands strong—turned drops into a deluge.
Over 100,000 had devoured his tales, their awe fueling this surge.
Quantity trumped all, a chorus of voices lifting him skyward.
This wasn't a one-shot spike—new readers would swell the ranks.
Like a field of leeks, they'd sprout fresh fame with each harvest.
Old Mond's triumph outstripped his wildest hopes, a runaway hit.
The title, Eyes of the Tower King, hid a grim jest for later.
Death loomed in its pages—beauty snuffed out in brutal strokes.
Mondstadters would weep when the boxed lunches piled high.
A sudden +100 flashed on the screen, then vanished into the tally.
Ye Ruo blinked—who'd spiked his fame by a hundred in one go?
Jean peaked at 20; this was a league beyond her.
His lips quirked—Barbatos, perhaps, chuckling over his own myth?
He shrugged it off, the mystery a fleeting itch against his gains.
With legend points bursting, the blue-tier chest beckoned.
Exquisite Chests promised treasures beyond the white-tier haul.
He'd burned earlier fame on common chests, padding the count.
A hundred draws unlocked the next tier—rules he'd bent to his will.
Those white chests surprised him, far from mundane scraps.
Trees, ores, herbs, Mora, food—they stocked his unseen vault.
Even with blue unlocked, white retained its quiet value.
Curiosity gnawed—what marvels hid in the exquisite trove?
He'd drawn ninety chests before; twenty more would crack the seal.
"Exquisite Chests, let's dance," he murmured, triggering the draw.
Ten common chests tumbled into view, wooden and unassuming.
They popped open, light flaring, spilling their humble bounty.
Five thousand Mora, an Ice Mist Flower, a Flame Flower gleamed first.
Ten Electro Crystals, three thousand Mora, ten Valberries followed.
Twenty GouGou Fruits and three more Mora caches rounded it out.
Ye Ruo tapped his chin—Mora flowed like a steady river.
Even empty of rarities, it padded every chest with coin.
Ice Mist and Flame Flowers, scarce blooms, hinted at alchemy's edge.
Fire oils, frost potions—tools he could craft or trade.
Mondstadt's alchemy thrived, thanks to Albedo's genius touch.
A system rivaling Sumeru's sage halls bolstered the city's depth.
He pressed on, ten more common draws tipping the scale.
A Golden Crab clicked into his haul, a quirky catch.
The Exquisite Chest icon flared to life, gray igniting to blue.
A chime rang in his mind, crisp and triumphant.
"Congratulations—you've drawn a hundred common chests," it sang.
"The Exquisite Chest is unlocked—blue items await," it promised.
Ye Ruo's grin widened—his gamble paid off sweet.
Eight thousand legend points lingered, still ticking upward.
Common chests cost 160 each; exquisite ones demanded 500.
The price soared, but so did the stakes—otherworldly loot loomed.
Twenty exquisite draws danced within reach of his tally.
"Let's start big—ten at once," he decided, voice steady.
"Confirm ten Exquisite Chests," the system prompted.
"Absolutely," he replied, anticipation crackling in his chest.
Ten chests shimmered into view, elegant and ornate.
Unlike the rough-hewn common boxes, these gleamed with promise.
Blue light pulsed, a radiant vow of treasures untold.
The haul unfurled, each item a spark in his widening eyes.
Twenty Sumeru yaks—sturdy beasts for labor or lore.
Fifty thousand Mora, a hefty purse to bolster his wealth.
An instant noodle recipe—simple, strange, and oddly tempting.
A bicycle rolled in, a contraption from beyond Teyvat's ken.
A box of mineral water, pure and pristine, stacked neatly.
APTX4869—a cryptic drug, its purpose veiled in shadow.
One hundred thousand Mora piled higher, a golden flood.
Learning materials from Mikami Satoru, a hundred tomes of wisdom.
A Knight Training Manual, crisp and practical, closed the list.
Ye Ruo leaned back, mind racing over the eclectic spread.
Sumeru yaks could haul goods or graze his lands.
Mora's flood dwarfed common draws—150,000 in one go.
Instant noodles puzzled him—a quick meal for busy nights?
The bicycle's wheels spun in his head—swift travel, no horse needed.
Mineral water felt mundane, yet its clarity hinted at value.
APTX4869 stirred unease—a poison, a cure, or worse?
Mikami Satoru's notes promised knowledge from alien realms.
The knight manual could sharpen Noelle's edge—or his own.
Blue-tier delivered, a mix of the bizarre and the brilliant.
The system thrummed, fame still climbing, a quiet roar.
He'd cracked a new tier, and Mondstadt fueled his ascent.
More volumes, more chests—his quill would carve the path.
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