Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the bustling Merchant Port Street of Beacon City, the long-lost sound of fireworks celebrating the opening of a new business association rang out.

As a well-established commercial port with a long history, Merchant Port Street in Beacon City had long been occupied by the top business associations from all over the East and West Continents. Those with slightly lesser financial resources and scale couldn't establish themselves here, resulting in a lack of new faces for a long time.

As time passed, the dozen or so major business associations on Merchant Port Street had become like "old money" in the business world of the West Land, showing signs of forming alliances and even conspiring against new competitors.

Faced with the pressure from these top business associations, newcomers often had only two choices - either accept their arrangements and follow along, or stand firm and face the consequences.

The latter often ended up with bloody consequences.

However, even the established business associations dared not ostracize the powerful new business association that had just moved in today. Moreover, they had to personally deliver opening ceremony gifts at the level of the association's leader.

...Who dared to provoke a business association named after Elysian's surname? Especially with the Silver War Maiden standing at the door today, anyone who dared to make any moves, overt or covert, would likely find their shop smashed the next day. Besides, this was their territory; the law enforcement agencies in Beacon City would likely turn a blind eye.

"Welcome, everyone, to join the celebration! Those who become members of our store today can enjoy an 20% discount on services for the next month."

The silver-haired girl in a simple yet elegant long dress stood at the door welcoming the visiting presidents and senior executives of various business associations. Many uninvited small business associations also came to inquire about the news, quickly crowding the once spacious hall.

Excluding the factor of status, if it were just ordinary business, it wouldn't have attracted so many people.

"Logistics?"

The guests collectively repeated this somewhat unfamiliar term.

"Yes, it can be understood simply as goods circulation, in short, a service to help you deliver goods."

The princess confidently explained, stroking her chin.

Of course, everyone showed a dismissive smile at first. Transporting goods was already part of the business associations' work. Which business association present here didn't have a substantial fleet of vehicles?

Security issues? The elite guards of some merchant caravans could even compete with noble private armies in terms of skill level.

"This reaction was expected, right..."

Tiran muttered, then reached behind the counter and grabbed a price board and casually tossed it out: "Anyway, you should understand after seeing this, right?"

The person who caught the price board was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. After carefully reading the prices listed, he still maintained an expression of indifference - until he saw the delivery times marked at the bottom.

"What?! Lord Tiran! Are these delivery times for regular and express packages real?!"

As the price-tagged boards were passed around, exclamations of surprise couldn't be suppressed.

Tiran's pricing was about five times that of regular cargo transportation by a caravan. Honestly, this price was definitely exorbitant compared to market rates, but the last line...

Delivery within a day within the kingdom, and within seven days across the Western Continent...

Now, that was beyond belief, right?

Normal caravan deliveries, even within the kingdom, would take ten days to half a month, considering the cost of hiring guards for security, as well as expenses for food, manpower, and pack animals along the way. That five times price was simply too good to be true.

"Um, Lord Tiran, although I don't mean to offend you, but the delivery speed is truly astonishing... Can you tell us how you manage to achieve it?"

Someone raised a question, immediately sparking a chorus of agreement.

"Well..." Tiran crossed his arms, chuckling softly, then pointed to the ceiling.

"I have a dragon."

With Aya's flying speed, she could easily cross the continent in just a few days at full throttle, and within the kingdom was even simpler. In addition, Tiran had taken out a few of his storage magitech devices, offering a complete disruption to the current delivery models of major business association caravans.

Most importantly, others couldn't easily replicate this, meaning competition was virtually non-existent.

Monopolizing an entire logistics industry was definitely lucrative...

"Wait a minute, hey! Does that mean I have to fly around every day?! Does this thing have rest time?!"

Aya realized something was off and protested loudly.

"Huh? Rest? What's a working person thinking?" Tiran displayed a gentle smile.

"...You're not serious, are you?"

"Of course I am! But there are ways to reduce work stress, right? There's more than one dragon in the world, right? If Aya has the chance, bring me back a couple more~"

What an ugly capitalist face!

...

"In short, I had such a dream..."

In the Headmaster's office, Aya lay on the sofa like a lazy fish, turning over to face Lucius refilling her tea and Ciella on the other side munching on cookies.

Although Milt City had not been completely destroyed after the Demon invasion, it was heavily damaged. The tens of thousands of casualties had greatly tarnished Milt's reputation, coupled with the city's destruction during the battles, the title of "Watcher" would probably not be the same for a long time.

To rebuild the College City, Milt had procured supplies from all over the world, including a batch of magic materials that Aya had just sent over from the beacon. Coincidentally, Ciella and Lucius had come to count the items, so she took the opportunity to slack off.

During this time, she casually mentioned the dream she had.

"Even though I know it's a dream, it felt so real..."

Aya sighed, covering her face. "Could this really be some kind of precognitive dream?"

"I'm not too familiar with this. Headmaster, isn't precognition within your area of expertise?"

Lucius turned to Ciella.

"Um, we do have some knowledge about it," the Headmaster, who still maintained a youthful girl's appearance, swayed her little feet. "A precognitive dream is not entirely impossible. After all, Aya is now Holy Rank."

Upon reaching Holy Rank, one would directly deal with the basic laws of the world - Time and Space. As time progressed, intertwining with the world laws, Holy Rank experts would occasionally unintentionally touch past or future times through their subconscious.

It could even be said that this was the rudimentary form of certain capabilities such as the The Realm or even the Divine-level power of Great Prophecy.

"So, is it really possible that it's a precognitive dream?!"

Aya couldn't hold back her tension. Being forced to work by Tiran and having to deceive her own kind, was the future really that dark?!

"No, no, no, it's just a theoretical possibility. After all, at the Holy Rank level, the understanding of time is just a beginner's level. If one isn't specialized like that guy Xingjian, accurately predicting events related to oneself is highly unlikely."

Ciella maintained a calm demeanor, spreading her hands.

"Moreover, we don't believe Lord Tiran is capable of such a thing."

"Are you referring to kidnapping dragons to do manual labor?" Aya raised an eyebrow.

"No, no, no. I mean, openly standing in front of a group of people and introducing one's business. She's a shut-in, isn't she? How could she possibly do such a thing?"

"..."