Seizing the BOSS Template at the Start

Chapter 9: Chapter 7: Damn Capitalist

This counts as a bit of Baiyi’s dark humor. After all, the game is called [Dawn Ascension]. When the public beta opens, this place will definitely be crowded with players.

Walking into the Potion Shop, the layout inside was very simple. In the roughly 300 square meter shop, it was filled with various mechanical models, each of which was isolated by a glass cover. On the glass, there were simple names and prices.

In the center of the shop was a counter made of metal and glass, filled with brightly colored potions.

Behind the counter, a screen full of sci-fi vibes was playing some footage, roughly showcasing the final products of those models inside the glass covers, as well as the effects and uses of some potions.

For instance, what’s playing now is an Electromagnetic Gun. The moment it fires, electric light flashes wildly, and all the fish in a pond turn belly-up and float to the surface.

This is Baiyi’s experimental product. Currently, the knowledge at the Bronze Level can only reach the level of electrocuting fish. It’s considered a highly cool-looking gun with full special effects but fails to kill.

In this world, this kind of gun is useless. Even Law Enforcers wouldn’t use this contraption, because it’s not cheap. Without any Extraordinary Attributes, it’s worth ten Gold Coins.

No one would spend a third of a Lower-Rank Bronze Transcendent’s monthly salary to buy such a good-looking thing...except....

Well, players will descend in just over a year. Baiyi thinks this cool item might rise to twenty Gold Coins a piece when they arrive and perhaps even sell out?

Below the large screen was a very dreamy young girl, with silver hair and pointy ears, whose identity was self-evident.

The most dark-humored part was that she was dressed in a Blue Star white-collar OL outfit, making her look like a secretary from some games, giving the store a very upscale appearance.

”Aileen, store this thing.” Baiyi directly put a metal shield with a diameter over a meter next to the counter.

”Okay.” Aileen’s tone was still respectful: ”Boss, we’re out of Healing Potions and Transformation Potions. Over the two days you were away, we made a total of 1613 Gold Coins in revenue.”

After all, although this boss uses her beautiful appearance to attract customers, although the boss doesn’t give any holidays, although the boss occasionally cuts her salary, although....

As she thought about it, the subtle respect on the beautiful elf lady’s face disappeared, and she looked at Baiyi with an extremely resentful expression: ”Boss, since I came, the store’s sales have increased by 10%. I’d like to apply for a raise.”

Baiyi paused, suddenly feeling a bit deaf in his ears, ignoring the elf maiden’s words, and quickly walked to a metal door, turned the mechanism, and the metal door opened automatically.

He quickly stepped in and only let out a deep breath after the metal door automatically closed, and he felt he had escaped those cold eyes.

Too scary, to employ a Middle-Tier Bronze Elf, you’d have to pay 100 Gold Coins a month, more than fifty times a farmer’s annual income, and she actually wants a raise?

Sure enough, the rumors are wrong; elves can be greedy too, like Aileen!

The faint yellow light illuminated this corridor of about thirty meters. Baiyi’s footsteps quickened as he entered a closed courtyard, where the scene was illuminated by the faint yellow light.

Some twisted-looking mechanical parts were piled up in the right corner. These were some discarded materials, piled here because Baiyi was attempting to reuse them.

On the left was a set of stone tables and chairs, with nothing more than that.

Faint sounds came from the rooms on the left and right.

Those were the sounds of gears turning and some slight collisions.

Baiyi opened the room on the left, where there were two perfect assembly lines, with skeletons standing at each workstation, mechanically doing their work.

Perhaps fitting gears on some machinery, or perhaps pulverizing some materials into powder, the division of labor was clear, the accuracy was exceptionally high, and most importantly...no need to pay wages, it’s simply the perfect workforce.

Baiyi looked around and didn’t find the figure he was looking for. He closed the door, turned around, and walked to the right to open the door. Instantly, a figure in a mage’s robe, with an indistinguishable face, came into view.

Baiyi’s expression brightened, and he said enthusiastically: ”Or, there’s a new order. We need to prepare.”

Or paused, and the eyes hidden under the hood ignited with Soul Fire. He stared at Baiyi, his voice extremely hoarse: ”My summoned creatures have been working continuously for 720 hours. You must pay me what I’m owed.”

Baiyi paused, feeling a bit helpless. Why does everyone want a raise?

He spread his hands and said: ”Mr. Or, we signed a contract. As the price for letting you stay on the Xiya Continent, you have to work for me for ten years.”

Or got angry at this: ”Damn, I only signed that I’d work for ten years with remuneration, certainly didn’t sign a contract that there’s no pay for the first five years.”

Baiyi said helplessly: ”I wrote it all out clearly; it’s just that the contract paper was relatively thin and folded, that’s all. As a Witch Demon, you should be able to sense that the contract has taken effect.”

Or paused, the Soul Fire in his eyes turning scarlet, almost overwhelming his sanity.

In the war of gods, the Death God Hel and their subordinate gods disappeared, and the undead in the Undead Realm began to stir restlessly.

But without gods, the Undead Realm began to drift in the cracks of space, only being able to locate the Xiya Continent’s coordinates through summoning.

Almost all the undead wanted to taste the delicious souls of the living and desired the incredibly rich resources of the Xiya Continent.

Or clearly couldn’t resist the temptation and signed a contract with Baiyi during a summon half a year ago.

Since then, Or, once a fine Witch Demon, became a workshop manager.

And the disappearance of the God of Justice has resulted in the current arbiters being the lords of the Abyss. Or, a Silver Upper Tier being, didn’t have the courage to break the contract.

Clatter~ Crash....

At this moment, the sound of bones colliding rang out, and a skeleton frame suddenly inexplicably fell apart, the Deep Blue flame within its skull flickering precariously, as if about to go out.

Or’s intensely suppressed anger suddenly exploded: ”Damn oppressor, damn capitalist, you’ll definitely go to hell!”

He turned angrily, the Necromantic Magic Power inside him already somewhat depleted, surged again, and the collapsed skeleton was infused with energy, hastily reassembled, and joined the great work of the assembly line.

Satisfaction flashed in Baiyi’s eyes. In five years, he should be able to replace it with a more powerful undead, preferably a Necromancer, so his workshop could expand.

Planning for the future, Baiyi spoke of the purpose of this visit: ”Next, I’ll have to trouble you, Mr. Or. I need to manufacture five hundred Energy Guns. The materials will arrive in the evening, and I’ll leave the grinding work to you by then.”

Or turned angrily, the Soul Fire ablaze, and even the bone-thin figure hidden under the hood was visible.

”Alright, I can promise that after this, you’ll be rewarded...one piece of Soul Essence each month.” Baiyi said helplessly, with a pained expression.

A piece of Soul Essence costs thirty Gold Coins, what a loss....

Or paused, his anger slightly subsided, and asked in disbelief: ”Really?”

This stingy boss, when did he come to this realization?

”Of course it’s true.” Baiyi said as he started walking out: ”Just with one condition.”

”What condition?” Or hastily asked. With a soul, he could grow. Although there’s not much time to study magic, at least he wouldn’t be losing magic power every day like now.

”Finish grinding all the parts within three days.” Baiyi said, closing the door with a bang and leaving quickly.

As he entered the passageway, a thunderous roar came from behind:

”Damn capitalist, I curse you to hell!”