As Nash was thinking about all the profits they had earned from the Neon Star Tower, a messenger called him from outside.

"Supreme Leader, Heavenly Magistrate Marcellin requested your presence."

"Oh? He’s here? Call him to the guest chamber. I’ll be there."

Knowing the influence of the Neon Battleship, he knew Marcellin would come sooner or later.

After arranging the matters at hand, Nash walked toward the guest chamber.

---

"Lord Marcellin, I apologize, I’m a little late," Nash greeted.

"No worries. I know you were busy."

From the commotion the Neon Star Tower caused, he knew Nash would be swamped with work.

"I’m guessing Lord Marcellin is here to ask me for the Neon Battleship?"

"Yes. I would like to order a few fleets. Unfortunately, it seems all the preorders were sold out," Marcellin muttered in frustration.

"Haha, I’m just afraid we won’t be able to deliver if we increase the orders. However, just for you, the quota is still open," Nash offered.

The million-unit quota they had was just for the market.

For close allies like Marcellin, Nash was willing to yield.

"Then how much could I order?"

"If you want the same delivery rate as the market, I can only guarantee you 100,000 battleships. If you can wait, we can fulfill however many orders you want," Nash smiled.

After fulfilling this batch of orders, they would have already trained a large workforce.

Coupled with the available production lines and the money they had earned, not only could they meet their needs, there would also be extra to sell.

"Oh? In that case, let me order 100,000 Neon Battleships," Marcellin said with a smile.

One hundred thousand Neon Battleships only cost a quadrillion, not even denting their daily revenue.

What interested him about the Neon Battleship was its potential.

Since the Neon Star Alliance could create a tier 6 dark technological battleship, what about tier 7 and tier 8?

At the time, this bridge he built would be an important stepping stone.

Having come to an agreement, the two signed a contract, with Marcellin paying the full amount.

"Lord Marcellin is really straightforward. In that case, can I ask a favor?"

"What is it?"

"Can you help us procure some rare materials?" Nash asked.

Although they could buy the rare materials needed for the production line themselves, it would take too long.

There might not even be enough in the entire Azure Public Trading Zone.

If Marcellin could help with the acquisition, it should be done in a matter of days.

"Sure, give me a list. I’ll have my subordinate look through it."

"Haha, thank you very much. I owe you this favor."

"It’s nothing..."

---

After a lengthy discussion with Marcellin, Nash began to deal with matters at their headquarters and storefronts.

With the headquarters still bare, Nash only needed to delegate what to build, what to take care of, and management.

However, the storefronts were different. Without any products to sell, they began to incur losses.

Not only in monetary terms, but also in their reputation, brand, and image.

If he didn’t deal with it promptly, the Neon Star Tower would be gone from public view before the delivery of the Neon Battleship.

"How do I solve this?" Nash thought with a frown.

It would still take time for all the products, potions, and equipment of the Neon Star Alliance to arrive.

In this blank period, the Neon Star Tower would be empty.

"Hmm, why don’t I rent out stalls inside the tower?"

Like a mall, Nash could rent the empty spaces to others.

In this case, not only could they fill the shops with different products, they could also earn more money and attract potential allies.

With the reputation of the Neon Star Tower being emptied on the first day, there must be many merchants who wanted to get their hands on it.

"It’s perfect!"

Having thought of a solution, Nash quickly ordered his subordinates in the public trading zone to move.

Having investigated all the reliable forces in the Azure Public Trading Zone in their idle time, they didn’t need to scour around to look for potential tenants.

As for the price, since there were so many applicants, he could only auction the slots in the store.

After all, it was still important for the Neon Star Alliance’s own products to be sold.

---

A few days later, at the newly constructed Neon Star Auction Hall, thousands of teams from different factions arrived.

"Is this the Headquarters of the Neon Star Tower?"

Looking at the barren area, with all kinds of construction underway, they began to doubt if it was the place.

"This should be it. No wonder they were emptied in such a short time; it seems they didn’t have much foundation."

"Lack of foundation? Are you kidding me? Look at those Tier 8 Battleships and repeat those words to me!"

Seeing those ten thousand Tier 8 battleships neatly parked, they couldn’t help but tremble in fear.

Most of them were ragtag groups barely surviving in the cracks of the Wild Void Area.

Unlike those mid- and high-tier teams who could still roam around stably, they felt they would be wiped out the moment they went out of the protection of the Azure Heaven Alliance.

This is also the reason Nash had invited these teams.

Too weak to fend for themselves, they were the perfect groups to absorb into the Neon Star Alliance.

If all these teams could join the Star Alliance, their numbers would more than double.

"Neon Star Alliance, huh? I wonder how much rent each stall in those storefronts costs?"

"With such popularity and reputation, it should be premium."

"No matter, we are determined to get ourselves a stall; no one can compete with us!"

Besides the weaker teams, there were also mid-tier teams, which were the target customers for the storefronts.

After all, these weaker teams couldn’t even fend for themselves; how could they have money and products to sell?

Guided by staff, the group was ushered toward the Neon Star Auction Hall.

Looking at the grand hall, everyone waited in anticipation.