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Chapter 225 -218: Culture Course Textbook (Request for Monthly Ticket)
How Yi Xuelu managed to make money, Fang You didn’t know, and he would just smile if he did.
In any case, it was a matter of a few hundred tables of food, a million Yuan, Torchfire wasn’t really wealthy compared to national-level forces—after all, a million Yuan was just a drop in the bucket—especially considering they had just received a substantial amount of foreign exchange from Wavemist Nation.
He still needed to think about how to spend this money.
Holding onto it was out of the question; as the tide of the Era of Mysteries surged forward, ordinary currency would only depreciate further, and the future high-end currency would undoubtedly be mystical crystals.
“However, Torchfire has many expenses. The future plan is to build several main branches around the world and dozens of secondary branches, as well as numerous tertiary branches.”
In his vision, main branches were important bases with access to the Secret Realm.
The current Shuize State training base, Pacific Ocean training base, Torchfire village, Torchfire Town, and Secret Realm outposts all qualified.
Secondary branches were important Torchfire outposts and high-level offices, equipped with comprehensive testing facilities, and required the presence of Awakeners with triple awareness.
This was merely his anticipation, as Torchfire currently didn’t have that many triple-aware Awakeners—each with their own tasks—it wasn’t feasible to dispatch them to preside over branches.
There weren’t even that many branches requiring oversight at the moment.
Tertiary branches were just ordinary offices.
“These branches’ construction will require a massive amount of funds. Just the foreign currency from Wavemist Nation isn’t quite enough, and Torchfire also plans to establish several secondary training bases around the world, another major expense.”
“Plus, the forging department’s material procurement, the medical department’s purchasing of medicinal ingredients… The intelligence department needs funds to develop informants, and there are the daily operations of each base and office.”
Et cetera, et cetera. It may seem like we’ve just received a huge sum of money, but we’re actually still short on cash.”
But it’s not a problem; the foreign exchange from Wavemist Nation should last for a while, and during this time, we could take advantage of Sunset Country, White Bear Nation, and others.
The trade with Wavemist Nation has not ended yet.
We’ve procured a batch of medicine and weapons, and we will need to continue buying in the future. After these are exhausted, we’ll still need to invest in training quotas for students, and later on, upgraded versions, higher-end models, and rare editions.
Torchfire isn’t wealthy, but money has never been an issue.
Fang You doesn’t care about money.
Being able to extract valuable intelligence from Yi Xuelu in exchange for ordinary food is essentially equivalent to getting it for free.
“City of Fallen Stars, Holy Serpent Society, and so on, within the Great Oasis?”
“Small oases have limited territories and few survivors, their key weakness being their meager strength, leaving them no choice but to eke out a difficult existence within the oasis—it’s possible they could vanish from the map at any time.”
“Large oases, on the other hand, cover more significant areas, sustaining larger populations and housing a sufficient number of powerful inhabitants capable of venturing far from the oasis to explore the Ghastly Realm and trading with the forces of other oases.”
These are the essentials for survival, without which one would just be confined to a tiny oasis, without extra income, equipment, medicines, materials—absolutely nothing. Even if the minions of the Evil God were indifferent, extinction would be inevitable sooner or later.
In Fang You’s mind, the survival conditions for oasis forces had taken a rough shape.
Of course, this was based solely on Yi Xuelu’s side of the story—he’d still have to gather information from other oases when possible.
Beyond that, he had also tasked An Jianyou with procuring two types of prescriptions:
A White-level strength potion and a Green-level blood-burning potion, both combat concoctions that could enhance one’s combat ability in a short period.
Especially the blood-burning potion, which was effective even for non-humans like him, though it did come with significant side effects.
“Ghastly Realm, Shallow Mystical Realm, Deep Mystical Realm, Oasis.”
Fang You opened the Ghastly Realm Exploration module. Amidst the pitch-black map, a few previously explored areas appeared as faint grey shades, looking like branches spreading out towards the depths of the Ghastly Realm.
Combining Torchfire’s exploration of the Ghastly Realm with the intelligence received from Yi Xuelu’s mouth, the Ghastly Realm in his eyes was beginning to clear up, resembling an interwoven net.
Three entrances to the Deep Mystical Realm had been discovered so far.
“The first was found by An Jianyou and her team while searching for Silver Scaled Heart Shells. The entrance is located within the Shallow Mystical Realm borders of Shuize State, resembling a massive sinkhole spiraling downwards, its interior full of crisscrossing pits and adorned with strange and magnificent crystals, leading to an unknown destination.”
“We’ve named this area ‘Falling Star Pit’!”
“The second, starting from a secret spot in Aozhou and heading west for two hundred kilometers, a vast desert that appeared in the real world suddenly sprouted continuous hills. Traveling deeper along those black hills, one enters a region that doesn’t overlap with the real world.”
“There, the mountain ranges stretch on, with a low, strange wind blowing, as if it’s the sigh of a dreadful being.”
“We’ve named this area ‘Sighing Mountain Range’!”
“The third, starting from the real world’s Yunling State and pushing through the White Wood Forest, you see the trees becoming increasingly withered and the land dry; grey and lifeless trees stand like bones on the earth.”
“Continuing northwards from there, one enters a vast region littered with the bones of giant beasts. We’ve named this area ‘Buried Bone Land’!”
The three areas feature distinctly different terrains.
But with the information from Yi Xuelu, Fang You was 80% certain that the Black Stone Alliance was located in the Falling Star Pit.
More than that? Naturally, he was unclear.
For now, Torchfire’s exploration of the ‘Deep Realms’ was still just at the entrance.
But with a few more rounds of exploration, they would surely penetrate deeper.
He organized the information, “It’s also time to update the textbook for ‘General Knowledge of the Ghastly Realm’.”
…
In Wavemist Nation,
Anderson and his team swiftly returned to the headquarters of the Super War Department with the precious batch of potions.
They didn’t distribute the potions directly but instead went straight to the Super War Department’s affiliated Department of Mysteries, alongside the old professor who was an expert in medical science and couldn’t wait to start.
Sampling, testing, analysis.
The Wavemist Nation boasts some of the world’s top ceremonial equipment, and their research into mystical materials and Awakeners leads the world. Now, with this batch of drugs as a reference, replication shouldn’t be too difficult!
The replicated drugs couldn’t be brought to light, but even if they could only be used secretly, it would save the Super Combat Division countless funds and boost their technological points in mystical pharmacology.
Such important drugs definitely couldn’t be purchased from Torchfire indefinitely.
They had to master it themselves!
“How is it, Professor, can we replicate these drugs?”
The gray-haired professor glanced at him, waved his hand disdainfully, and let Anderson stand back.
“The experiment has just begun; what do you expect me to tell you?”
“If there’s nothing important, go back to your own business. I’ll notify you when there are results.”
“Roughly speaking, is there a chance? This is very important.”
Anderson asked.
The professor pondered for a moment, “I can’t promise anything now, but based on my experience and our technological reserves, replication is not difficult; it just takes time.”
“The process could take one or two years if slow, but if fast, it could yield results in half a year, a few months.”
Half a year! Anderson could accept this timeline.
The Super Combat Division could wait. In half a year, they would possess their own special drug technology and be at the forefront of the new era.
The drugs bought from Torchfire were indeed expensive, but as long as they turned those drugs into their own, it would be a huge profit.
A huge windfall!
Anderson was ecstatic; he would leave a significant mark in the history of the Wavemist Nation.
With a happy heart, Anderson returned to his office and gazed out at the City of Wavemist, which was being rebuilt after the disaster.
The city was in ruins, and the shouts of public protests could still be heard.
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But none of this could dampen his good mood; in a few days, the downturn of the Wavemist Nation would be completely reversed.
At the same time,
Sunset Country, Nightwalker Department.
“Have you found traces of the mysterious organization?”
One of the high-ranking Nightwalkers, ‘Bishop’ Yorick, asked gravely.
The young Nightwalker in front of him shook his head, then nodded, “We’ve gathered various clues from the City of Mist, but we still can’t find the traces of those mysterious powerhouses. It’s as if they appeared out of thin air and vanished just as suddenly.”
“However, we discovered that this morning, people from the Wavemist Super Combat Division carried out a special operation.”
“Special operation?”
“Super Combat Division’s Director Anderson, Deputy Director Katrina, along with several core powerhouses, made a secret trip, very covertly. Normally, we wouldn’t have discovered it, but coincidentally, our spy in Wind Helmet City caught a glimpse, and we can almost confirm it!”
Yorick’s eyes widened slightly, his expression grew pensive.
It was indeed strange. With Wavemist Nation’s chaotic internal environment and the severe losses in the City of Wavemist, why was Anderson, the director, traveling far at such a time? And with Katrina?
These two were from different financial groups, different factions, and not exactly on good terms.
Leaving together under such circumstances was unreasonable, and even more so, a secret trip.
There might be a big secret hidden in this.
Could it be related to the mysterious organization?
After pondering for a moment, Yorick said, “Dispatch more personnel to Wind Helmet City, and in addition, pay close attention to any changes in the Wavemist Nation during this period.”
…
Torchfire, Pacific Ocean training base.
From one of the buildings, several rookie trainees carried out box after unopened box.
“What are you doing?”
Ye Luo, passing by with a fellow countryman, asked.
The somewhat chubby Yu Baibai said, “We’re tasked with moving textbooks. I snagged this job with the quick hands I’ve developed from being single for twenty years. Darn it, there are too few tasks available.”
He looked at Ye Luo with a touch of envy.
This ordinary fellow countryman turned out to be an Awakener; in the training base, Awakeners could take on many more tasks, and just moving bricks could earn them a decent amount of contribution points in a day.
Ah, why do brick-moving tasks even require a minimum physical fitness of 2.0?
This was really unfair to a chubby guy like him!
Yu Baibai held up the large box in his hand and said, “I heard these are new textbooks, but I never expected to learn so much cultural knowledge at this training base.”
“Not only do we have to study, but our textbooks also keep increasing day by day. According to older trainees, there were initially only three books, and now there are seven… no, eight.”
“After struggling so much to graduate, we still have to memorize numerous knowledge points by heart. This is too hard.”
A group of them exclaimed, each voicing their thoughts.
