Cid - Carries thousands of gold coins

“Well, that’s life for you…,” I mutter as I bid farewell to the myriad other riches and start shoveling up handfuls of gold coins.

Now, I’m not an idiot. I thought this out ahead of time.

Taking a page from Epsilon’s book—the undisputed expert when it comes to slime bodysuits—I embed the coins within my suit.

Epsilon padded her body out with slime, and I’m doing the same with gold.

Every inch of my bodysuit, longcoat, and hood is stuffed to the brim.

Okay, that’s not totally true. I left some room by the joints.

Even so, I manage to fit over a thousand of the little buggers onto my person.

A thousand gold coins comes out to a hundred million zeni. The math checks out.

I’m planning on living to the ripe old age of three hundred, so it’s nowhere near enough. That said, it’d be pretty risky to try and bring any more gold than that with me.

If I use magic to strengthen myself, carrying around a thousand coins isn’t a problem or anything, but it still makes it kinda hard to move. My movements are a little stiff now, but they’d be miles worse if I tried to pack on any more.

Also, a thousand coins aren’t really visible from the outside, but if I went for double that, I’d start sticking out like a sore thumb.

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Volume 3, Chapter 2