Night had already fallen by the time the last construction workers left the property.

The front section of Phoenix Auto Trading looked like a proper construction site now. Steel columns rose from freshly poured concrete foundations, temporary lights illuminated stacks of rebar and cement bags, and the skeletal outline of the future showroom had finally begun to take shape. The constant noise of machinery and labor that had filled the lot throughout the day was gone, replaced by the quiet hum of insects and the distant sounds of traffic from the main road.

The rear portion of the property, however, looked entirely different.

It looked like a graveyard.

Thirty-eight damaged vehicles sat beneath the temporary roofing and along the cleared storage area. Some still carried mud from floodwaters. Several had broken windows covered with plastic sheets. One of the Grandia units had a crumpled rear quarter panel. The black BMW X5 insurance write-off still had deployed airbags hanging from the steering wheel and dashboard.

To anyone else, it was tens of millions of pesos wasted on junk.

To Richard, it was inventory.

Future inventory.

He slowly walked between the rows of vehicles, occasionally checking the papers he had organized earlier. The list was far more ambitious than his first batch. He was no longer thinking in terms of BMW 330is and Fortuner GR Sports. Level 3 had unlocked an entirely different market.

His phone displayed the reconstruction targets.

Two Lexus LM350h Executive Lounge units.

Three Toyota Alphard HEVs.

Two Lexus LX600s.

Three Toyota Land Cruiser ZXs.

Two BMW X7 xDrive40i units.

Two BMW X5 xDrive30d units.

Two Mercedes-Benz GLS450s.

Two Mercedes-Benz GLE450s.

Three Lexus RX500h F Sports.

Two Toyota Grandia Elite units.

Two Hyundai Staria Premium units.

Several nearly new Fortuners, Monteros, and Everests to serve as lower-priced inventory.

The projected market value exceeded one hundred fifty million pesos.

Richard looked at the list.

Then at the salvage vehicles.

Then back at the list again.

Even after months of using the Divine-Grade Reconstruction System, it still felt absurd.

A flooded Alphard worth less than one million pesos would become a Lexus LM worth nearly ten million.

A damaged Prado would become a Land Cruiser worth over six million.

A wrecked luxury SUV would emerge as something that looked like it had just left a premium dealership.

The numbers involved were insane.

He finally stopped in front of the first vehicle.

The flooded Toyota Alphard.

The interior smelled terrible.

Mold had spread along the carpets and lower door panels.

Water stains were visible on the seats.

A normal dealer would have written this vehicle off entirely.

Richard placed his hand on the hood.

Immediately, the familiar blue interface appeared.

[Target Detected.]

[Toyota Alphard HEV]

[Available Reconstruction Capacity: 20/20]

[Select Reconstruction Template.]

He chose the first option.

Lexus LM350h Executive Lounge.

Model Year 2025.

Condition: Nearly New.

Mileage: 486 kilometers.

Previous Owners: One.

Service History: Complete.

Exterior Condition: Excellent.

Interior Condition: Excellent.

He paused.

Nearly new.

This would be his new strategy.

Not factory fresh.

That would be suspicious.

Instead, the vehicle would appear as though someone wealthy had purchased it and barely used it.

The perfect luxury unit.

He pressed Execute.

Golden light immediately engulfed the Alphard.

The familiar reconstruction process began.

The damaged van disappeared beneath the glow as its dimensions subtly shifted. The shape became more elegant, more premium. The transformation only lasted several seconds before the light gradually faded.

A black Lexus LM350h Executive Lounge now occupied the same parking space.

It looked magnificent.

The spindle grille reflected the temporary lighting beautifully. The body lines looked elegant without being aggressive. Through the windows, he could already see the captain seats and premium interior materials.

It looked expensive.

Ridiculously expensive.

And it had started as a flood-damaged van.

Richard moved to the next vehicle.

Another Alphard.

Another Lexus LM.

Then a damaged Prado became a white Toyota Land Cruiser ZX.

Another became a black Land Cruiser.

A heavily damaged SUV transformed into a Lexus LX600.

The changes continued one after another.

Golden light repeatedly illuminated the rear section of the property.

A flood-damaged BMW became a nearly new BMW X7.

Another vehicle emerged as a Mercedes-Benz GLS450.

A damaged crossover became a Lexus RX500h F Sport.

A dead Grandia transformed into a pristine Grandia Elite.

The process never became less surreal.

Richard worked methodically.

He selected conditions carefully.

Mileage always remained low but believable.

Forty kilometers.

Two hundred kilometers.

Five hundred kilometers.

Never zero.

Never perfectly new.

The system generated ownership histories accordingly.

Temporary registrations.

Service records.

Inspection reports.

Everything necessary to make the vehicles appear legitimate.

By midnight, he had consumed all twenty reconstruction charges.

The transformation before him was unbelievable.

The salvage yard was gone.

In its place sat rows of premium vehicles worth more money than he had ever imagined possessing.

The Lexus LMs stood out immediately. Their massive grilles and elegant proportions made them look like executive lounges on wheels.

The Land Cruisers looked imposing.

The Lexus LX600s radiated understated wealth.

The BMWs and Mercedes looked like they belonged in front of luxury hotels.

Even the Grandia Elite units appeared refined and expensive.

Richard slowly walked through the rows.

The temporary construction lights cast soft reflections across the paintwork of vehicles worth hundreds of millions of pesos.

It almost felt unreal.

A few months ago, he had been repairing phones for a living.

Now he was casually creating luxury inventory that could rival the stock of established dealerships.

His footsteps eventually stopped in front of one of the Lexus LMs.

He opened the rear passenger door.

The interior lights illuminated.

Cream-colored leather.

Wood trim.

Premium carpeting.

Power-adjustable executive seats.

Everything looked perfect.

No.

Perfect wasn’t the right word.

Everything looked believable.

Like a wealthy businessman had purchased the van, used it for a few weeks, and then decided to sell it.

Exactly what he wanted.

Richard stepped back outside and looked across the rows of vehicles again.

The construction site occupied the front of the property.

The future of Phoenix Auto Trading.

The luxury inventory occupied the rear.

The future of his business.

And this was only half of the salvage vehicles he had purchased.

Eighteen more remained.

Tomorrow, his reconstruction capacity would reset.

Tomorrow, he would create even more inventory.

For the first time since reaching Level 3, he finally understood why the system had increased his reconstruction capacity to twenty per day.

Because the scale of the business he was building had become entirely different.

Phoenix Auto Trading was no longer preparing to compete with second-hand dealers.

It was preparing to compete with luxury showrooms themselves.