“Pleasure doing business~”
Jin Rui extended a hand to shake Qin Yu’s.
“Pleasure doing business. But you didn’t just bring these robots this time, did you?” Qin Yu asked after the handshake. These goblins were shrewd—if they saw him buying so many robots, they’d surely bring other items he might need.
“Hahaha, of course! My lord truly understands us goblins. What do you need? I might just have it.”
“Then I won’t hold back.”
Qin Yu listed everything he required. Jin Rui’s eyes lit up—he’d brought exactly those items.
“One ton of protein oil, 1,000 saplings of various species, 2,000 steel frames…”
Jin Rui signaled his crew to unload the goods.
“Total: 100,000 units of protein oil, 1,000,000 saplings of various species, 2,000,000 steel frames—3,100,000 altogether. With the platinum card’s 20% discount… 2,480,000~”
“Swipe it.”
Qin Yu’s gold coins plummeted from over 3 million to just above 500,000. Unavoidable—alchemy was costly. Since he’d scored Grandmaster-level Alchemy for free, he might as well put it to work.
“My lord, doing business with you is always a pleasure~” Jin Rui beamed; this trip had been highly profitable. “Planning to craft automatons with these?”
Spot on. Qin Yu nodded. Naturally, the goblin rep was well-informed.
“Other alchemists bought these before… but never in such bulk.”
Qin Yu profited solely because he’d gotten Grandmaster Alchemy for free. For ordinary alchemists? Making money was tough. Securing a certified position was step one—and even after joining, without reaching Intermediate level, forget earnings. Most peaked at Advanced. Going further demanded talent… but yes, it paid well.
“I presume you have an exceptionally skilled alchemist here?”
Sharp-eyed Jin Rui instantly sensed opportunity.
“Sigh~ Gotta admit—goblin business instincts are razor-sharp.”
“My lord flatters me. Might I meet him?”
Little did Jin Rui know—the alchemist stood right before him.
“No need. You already have.”
“Oh!”
Jin Rui blinked in shock. This lord was *the* alchemist?
“I’ll craft automatons with these. Is the Goblin Mercantile Guild interested in buying?” Qin Yu teased—he already knew the answer.
“My lord jests. Potions? We’d gladly buy. But automatons? Our guild is strictly forbidden from acquiring or using them. And as an alchemist, my lord knows well—the Alchemists’ Union bans third-party resale of automatons…”
The Goblin Mercantile Guild’s frustration? Their combat robots required pilots. Autonomous systems remained elusive. Meanwhile, the Alchemists’ Union’s automatons moved via magical runes synced to the user’s will.
And crucially—they could be customized to any appearance. Goblin robots? Utterly outclassed.
Still, the markets barely overlapped: robots for heavy industry and farming; automatons for daily life and combat.
“Noted. I’ll supply potions to your guild later…” Qin Yu tossed Jin Rui a high-grade healing potion. “A gift.”
Jin Rui caught it, examined the liquid closely.
“My lord’s skill must be Expert-tier. I’ll visit again when time allows.”
With a polite bow, Jin Rui and his crew boarded the airship. It lifted off, vanishing into the sky.
“Ha~ah…”
Qin Yu and Silver Crimson Snow yawned in unison, then froze, staring at each other.
“Servant, I’m resting. Don’t disturb me unless necessary.”
“Got it. I’ll call you for meals, Xiao Xue~”
Silver Crimson Snow turned and strode back to the villa, leaving Qin Yu alone.
Without glancing at the manual, Qin Yu activated the goblin robots—he’d mastered them in his past life. Following his commands, some carried automaton materials to the underground warehouse; others headed to resource points to mine, till soil, sow seeds, chop trees…
As they say: to develop, farm first.
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Within the Annihilation Guild’s territory,
Blue-haired Kuang Lan surveyed his thriving domain, heart swelling with pride. Moments ago, his territory had reached Tier 3.
Thanks to Doragon’s aid, the guild had surged forward. They’d also purchased numerous slaves—to build structures and convert into troops, securing combat strength.
*Territory Combat Power: Tier 1 = 1, Tier 2 = 3, Tier 3 = 5, Tier 4 = 8, Tier 5 = 20, Tier 6 = 50, Tier 7 = 100. Only Tier 7 troops counted; Fated Artifact bearers excluded.*
Annihilation Guild stats: 230 Tier 1, 60 Tier 2, 15 Tier 3, 1 Tier 4. Total: 493. Rank: #288.
Top five territories? Combat power in the tens of thousands—whales spending fortunes without blinking. Kuang Lan couldn’t compete.
But he towered over the bottom. He’d checked Tang Jihede’s territory: Tier 1.
“Heh. Tang Jihede thought he could win without spending? Believed skill alone conquers?”
Kuang Lan still seethed over Tang Jihede’s rejection, his public defeat and mockery. Now—sweet revenge.
*Esports. Weakness is a sin.*
Qin Yu’s territory: Tier 1, combat power merely 80. Why? Luna, Silver Crimson Snow, and the Amazonian Tribe weren’t counted.
Silver Crimson Snow wielded a Fated Artifact—excluded. Luna, though weakened, also possessed one (temporarily sealed)—excluded too.
Qin Yu hadn’t merged the Amazonian Tribe yet; only a temporary alliance. No need to draw early attention.
“Perfect. Seize their Territory Core—sell it for a fortune.”
Kuang Lan would send troops to occupy Tang Jihede’s land: humiliate them, plunder resources, claim their goblin robots. This was *Fate Paradise*’s core—plunder others to grow stronger.
