Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start

Chapter 43: Chapter 41: The Best of Times

Watching Kami and Ernado leave without a word, the smile on Baiyi’s face slightly faded as he turned and walked towards the direction of the Inner City District.

Mosen followed leisurely, examining the cracked crystal in his hand with a somewhat gentle tone: ”You’ve made the right choice. At least three forces want this thing now, and you really can’t hold onto it.”

Baiyi said warmly, ”Thank you, Legion Commander. I just wanted to recover some losses, but I still caused you trouble.”

Mosen’s eyes showed appreciation. He bent his legs slightly and jumped lightly, landing effortlessly on the head of the Demon Lion.

He stood steadily atop it, ”I just hope you remember that you grew up in Dongwu City. Everything else... doesn’t matter.”

The Demon Lion beneath him slowly accelerated, surpassing Baiyi by several body lengths. Mosen tossed the giant sword in his hand upwards, and it landed precisely in the scabbard on his back.

He said calmly, ”If you need, you can come to stay at the City Lord’s Mansion anytime. No one can reach their claws in there.”

Without waiting for Baiyi’s response, the Demon Lion roared beneath his feet. He stood on the lion’s head, clutching the Ancient God Flesh in one hand, and charged straight towards the Inner City.

With a voice imbued with magic power, he announced throughout the East City District: ”Apocalypse, clean up the battlefield. Wu City, rebuild the residential area. In three days, I want to see this place restored to its original state!”

”Yes!”

”Yes!”

”Yes!”

A thunderous response erupted from the outskirts of the East City District as the army quickly mobilized. Even those who participated in the combat earlier joined the ranks of those cleaning up the battlefield.

The once deserted East City District suddenly became busy.

Baiyi paused slightly, a trace of warmth flashing in his eyes but quickly disappearing.

This era is the best time for geniuses. As long as you have talent, fame, fortune, and everything you can imagine will be within reach.

Take Mosen for example, heading straight to the City Lord’s Mansion with the Ancient God Flesh, his troubles will vanish completely.

The targets of the Black Night Rose and Will are the Ancient God Flesh, and as long as it’s not in Baiyi’s hands, their murderous intent towards him will dissipate.

They will focus more on recruitment rather than elimination.

Unless Baiyi shows outright hostility towards them, which he clearly hasn’t.

At least on the surface, Baiyi still doesn’t know of Black Night Rose’s existence. As for everything Baiyi has done tonight... isn’t that the fault of that intelligence organization?

There will be suspicions, but the strong intelligence systems of Will and Black Night Rose will instead provide Baiyi with a clean slate.

Because, until today, he has always been innocent....

Screech~

The piercing sound of brakes suddenly echoed as a soldier from the Apocalypse brought a sports car to a stop not far from Baiyi.

An Elf soldier elegantly stepped out and bowed slightly to inquire, ”Mr. Baiyi, do you need a vehicle?”

Baiyi didn’t refuse, tapped his earpiece, and got into the back seat.

”Mr. Baiyi, please hold on.” The Elf said, pressing the accelerator, and the car surged forward rapidly. It seemed there had been prior notice, as the soldiers ahead had already cleared a path, proceeding unhurriedly into the ruins from both sides.

They have three days. Though the East District of the Outer City seems large, the city’s roads are primarily filled with an alchemical product similar to asphalt, which dries within an hour after being laid.

With forty thousand people at work, restoring the place within three days is not really difficult.

After all, civilians live in wooden houses, plus the power of Transcendents, repairing the land and buildings is not hard.

Or rather, the primary purpose of the civilian dwellings is just this—to prevent the war from immediately impacting the Inner City. Because 90% of Dongwu City’s wealth and military strength reside in the Inner City. As long as the Inner City isn’t breached, Dongwu City isn’t considered lost.

In the earpiece, Sabo’s voice came through faintly, with a hint of static: ”My dear friend, some loose ends have been tied up. By tomorrow, the entire Dongwu City will know about an eighteen-year-old Silver Middle-Rank Alchemist and that the alchemy genius captured the Ancient God Flesh, which was then taken by the Apocalypse Legion Commander.”

Sabo paused for a moment, his tone becoming somewhat mysterious: ”Furthermore, many tycoons in the Inner City were robbed at the same time, and it’s suspected that Dongwu City harbors more than one mysterious organization, with quite a number.”

Baiyi propped his head with one hand, gazing out the window, and tapped his earpiece again lightly.

Sabo and Baiyi have been working together for half a year, and both have reaped benefits from the City Lord’s Mansion, naturally establishing a tacit understanding.

His voice took on a sharper tone: ”Hehehe... I know, I heard it all just now. But my friend, this matter is somewhat tricky because the Federation is large, and there are very few cross-city communication devices...”

Baiyi’s eyes showed contemplation, and after a while, he spoke softly: ”I’ll give you twenty percent, but you’ll handle everything.”

”Oh~ my friend...” Sabo hesitated. He knew nothing about this auction, and although Baiyi, an alchemist, offered the Ancient God Flesh and promised the Soul Crystal Core, it still wasn’t enough to attract the Dawn Federation’s real capital.

If it involved some trivial matters, utilizing his connections might exhaust them completely, which would not be worthwhile.

”What I need is a grand auction. At dawn, I will give you the confidence to invite people.” Baiyi said, cutting off the communication, and casually pressed the back of the passenger seat a few times, and immediately a steaming cup of milk appeared at hand.

Baiyi took a sip, thoughtful.

The auction was indeed a spur-of-the-moment idea. Originally, his intention was to make a big profit from the Ancient God Flesh; the competition between Will and Black Night Rose could bring him considerable profit.

But now Baiyi realized, this upcoming auction has more potential to be exploited.

Some things that will appear in the future, or even those not yet in existence, can actually be introduced to this era in advance.

And these things are something a single force, or Baiyi alone, cannot handle.

Thus, Baiyi thought of a concept: no-cost investment.

In other words, sell the technology but hold onto equity.

Imagine, if Baiyi becomes a partner of all the wealthy merchants, he might directly become the Federal Tycoon, with money being no longer an obstacle in the future....

And an alchemist without financial constraints will grow exceptionally quickly.

Thinking of this, an ambition surfaced deep in Baiyi’s eyes, but he quickly repressed it forcefully.

One can’t only think of the benefits; you must also consider what to offer. In the future, because of a player’s appearance, their whimsical ideas will push the thoughts of the three Federations to a period of significant explosion, with various cross-era things abundant then.

This is an immense wealth, but how to utilize it to maximize profit is what Baiyi is now considering.

Baiyi pondered for a while, temporarily delaying the decision until he returns to the potion shop, where he can plan with peace of mind in absolute safety.

He turned his attention to the panel, where many messages had already accumulated.