On their search for a home base, the 7 started to introduce themselves to Yuki. Each one showing their skill and uses. However, Yuki didn't care about what any of them said or did. All he saw them was as exp.

[2500 x 7 = 17500]

That amount could easily help him get him to level 2 and a good way through that. He would easily be one of, if not the highest-ranking player in the world. Even though he was excited about this, Yuki wondered about something that could put him at a severe disadvantage. This was the uncertainty that other players could see that he was committing murder. Most video games wouldn't allow friendly fire and those who do always expose players who kill others.

While he knew this to be fact, Yuki also knew that this wasn't like any normal video game. This was real life, Yuki was in a world where he had more knowledge than anyone else. The basic law of nature is that knowledge is power and there was nothing Yuki craved more than the immense power the new world had to offer.

The crew finally made it to a shack that had a "stay the night here" sign. It looked cheap so they entered.

The inside looked clean however there were no customers there. There were wooden circular tables and chairs placed everywhere with a cashier stand in the front. Behind it stood a middle-aged buff man with a beard. He was surprisingly tall and intimidating. With no other choice, the crew started approaching him.

"We saw your sign outside, does that mean you offer a place to stay?" One of the seven asked. Yuki didn't even bother looking at who spoke. All of them just looked like moving shadows with a tag on them that said "2500 exp".

"Yes! How many rooms would you like?" The shack owner replied.

"We would like 8... 8 rooms." One of the seven spoke again.

Yuki was confused, it was an odd request. The shack looked like it could have only a maximum of 2 rooms. Did they plan on harassing the owner for not being able to accommodate their needs? Surprisingly, Yuki was correct, that was exactly what the 7 were planning to do.

"Of course, each room is 50 silver so in total that will cost you 400 silver," the owner replied.

"Wait, you better not be messing with us! There is no way you have more than 2 rooms in this rundown shack!"

Each one of the seven began pestering the owner. The weirdest part was that the owner didn't change his facial expression. He wasn't surprised, angry, or scared. He was just smiling. Now that Yuki thought about it, his mouth hadn't moved since they entered. They had only heard a voice but it wasn't from him. This fact sent a chill down Yuki's spine.

"Don't worry, I am not lying to you. You can go upstairs and see for yourselves that there are indeed more than enough rooms," the owner said once the yelling from the seven died down.

With a grin on their face, the seven began marching all together upstairs. They were so sure that there weren't enough rooms but to their surprise, there were exactly 8 rooms. Perplexed, they marched back down to awkwardly pay.

"You said it was 400 silver right?" one of the seven asked.

"Yes, 400 silver for 8 rooms." the owner replied.

They knew that none of them had the money. Suddenly one of them got an idea. He looked back at Yuki with a grin.

"Hey, Yuki. You've gotten pretty far in this world, that must mean you have a bit of silver on your hands right?"

Yuki knew where this was going. They were going to use him as their money spewing machine. He hated being used, however, he didn't want to start anything with them. Even with his clones, there was no way he could take down all of them.

"Yes, I have enough to pay," Yuki replied.

All of the seven looked at him with a big fake smile and simultaneously said "Thank you!"

Yuki didn't look even the slightest bit concerned that they were using him. He went up to the counter and prepared to pay.

[Open wallet]

[Extract: 400 silver]

As he said those commands, exactly 400 silver appeared on the counter.

"Thank you for your service!" the owner said as he took the money.

The seven walked upstairs and went to their separate rooms while Yuki stayed downstairs. After he heard the 7th closing of a door, Yuki began to speak.

"You're an NPC, aren't you Mr. owner?"

"What gave it away?" the owner replied.

"First of all, your mouth wasn't moving as you talked which was odd. However, that should've been noticeable but for some reason, no one questioned it. Most likely it was a weak hypnosis spell set up so that no one gets worried. Secondly, when you were getting yelled at by those idiots, you didn't move and your facial expressions didn't change the entire time. I wouldn't have noticed if I had any ulterior motives here like the rest of them." Yuki commented.

"You most certainly have excellent observational skills. You guessed everything accurately." The shop owner continued.

"Well, almost everything. I'm not an NPC. I am someone's ability. My main purpose is to collect as much silver as possible for my master. This shack has an infinite number of rooms. A new room will appear for every new customer. While this ability is somewhat overpowered, it comes with its fair share of drawbacks."

"For starters, we charge 50 silver per room but we only receive 40 silver as a drawback. Secondly, If anyone figures out my hypnosis spell, I have to tell that person everything that is going on here. Lastly, the shack looks run down because my master is still at a low level, as he grows in power, the better this place will look, in turn increasing the number of customers and money we earn."

"This is my master's power known as INFINITE HOTEL"