"Welcome to O.N.E Universal Exchange," the woman in the counter spoke with a pleasant tilt of her head. "Are you here to convert currency or sell assets?"
Asher looked at her. She appeared human, but he doubted she was from his planet, not with how far this place was.
According to Pantheon, the human race was one of the most common across the universe, yet they rarely held power or status.
That's why they were often favored as low-cost workers.
He set it on the counter and act casual.
"We've got a few items to trade. Estimated worth should be in the… billions."
The clerk's fingers froze above her interface. Her expression didn't change at first, but a faint noise escaped her throat—something between a cough and a choked gasp
"Billions?" she repeated, her gaze darting around as though expecting armed guards to appear. "One moment, please."
