The Collector. Book 4

“The cradle is the lot of the poor, the workers, and the mutants. But even from this crowd you can squeeze out enough galo if you go at it with scale,” Nol watched the endless stream of players. Each of them, whether they wanted it or not, was adding to his wealth.

Long ago, a simple test task in virtual reality—something you had to do as an exam—turned into a full-fledged project. One that his classmates mocked, friends tried to talk him out of, and relatives harshly criticized. After all, he needed to do real work—like storming the vertical of power of planetary corporations. Or failing to create his own. But he—he was just capturing someone else’s planet.