Ivy nodded and began opening the treasure chests one after another. To her surprise, every single chest was either gold-level or diamond-level, and the rewards inside were far beyond anything Valer had received.
Valer gritted his teeth as he watched her open the chests, his heart aching with envy.
He wanted to cry at that very moment because his cousin had received such magnificent treasures, while he had been given only five wooden chests.
'How is this even fair? Why does she get such incredible rewards while I have to struggle with a handful of wooden boxes?'
The difference was so outrageous that he could hardly accept it. If this wasn't the ultimate form of favoritism, then what was?
Meanwhile, Ivy continued opening her chests without paying much attention to Valer's complicated expression.
As expected, she obtained a blueprint for a production house, along with all the materials necessary to construct it.
