Early morning.
Gold Tooth left the Benevolent Heart Clinic, looking back every few steps while carrying a magic bag that was even larger than he was.
His back was slightly stooped, yet his pace was incredibly light.
Inside the bag were what Victor considered a heap of "medical waste" in desperate need of disposal.
The severed black heads of the Twin-Headed Demon Wolf (with the brain matter already scooped out).
Half a stomach and several meters of necrotic intestines from the gluttonous magic boar.
And those dozens of fragments from the knights' armor that Alice had snipped into pieces.
Of course, the centerpiece was three whole crates of meticulously bottled—【Dark Soul · Happy Water】.
"Boss, are you sure these don't need more processing?"
Before leaving, Gold Tooth looked at the section of magic boar intestine still dripping with green slime, feeling a bit apprehensive.
"This stuff... will people really buy it?"
"Don't worry."
Victor stood at the doorway with a cup of coffee in his hand, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
"To an alchemist, that is a 'high-level magic beast's mana conduit.'"
"To an enchanter, that is a 'premium magic scroll carrier.'"
"As long as you don't tell them it was cut out of a pig's belly... they'll be tripping over themselves to give you money."
Victor patted Gold Tooth on the shoulder.
"Go on, turn this 'trash' into cash."
"Remember, limit the Happy Water per person. You understand scarcity marketing, right?"
...
Three days later.
In the human kingdom, at the border black market known as the "Dark Alley."
An unprecedented commercial storm silently exploded here.
"Heavens! What kind of divine potion is this?!"
An elderly man in ornate mage robes clutched a small vial of black liquid, his beard trembling with excitement.
Just moments ago, he had spent a fortune to buy this mysterious potion named "Black Soul."
He had taken only a single sip.
The stimulation of bubbles bursting in his mouth and the caramel sweetness rushing straight to his head instantly dispelled the mental exhaustion accumulated from half a month of late-night experiments!
Not only that.
He felt his magic circuits becoming clear and unobstructed!
"This is... a miracle of alchemy!"
The old mage's eyes filled with tears.
"I want to buy it! I'll take as much as you have!"
"Apologies, Master."
Gold Tooth sat behind the stall wearing a brand-new silk robe, his fingers adorned with ten gold rings, looking every bit the nouveau riche. Several hired minotaur bodyguards stood behind him.
"This 'Drink of Heroes' has an extremely low yield. It requires collecting saliva from an abyss magic dragon and brewing it for forty-nine days under a full moon..."
Gold Tooth talked nonsense with a straight face, taking Victor's rhetoric to the extreme.
"Therefore, it's limited to one bottle per person."
"Furthermore, today's stock is already sold out."
"What? Sold out?!"
The surrounding crowd instantly erupted.
It wasn't just mages; there were mercenaries covered in scars, pale-faced nobles, and even a few church knights in disguise.
They waved their coin purses, pushing forward like bulls in heat.
"I'll pay double! Sell it to me!"
"I'll pay ten times! I want to give it to the Duke for his birthday!"
"This is 'God's Dew'! One sip makes you forget all your troubles! Whoever tries to snatch it from me, I'll cut them down!"
It wasn't just the Happy Water.
The "materials section" on the other side of the stall was also being raided frantically.
"Look! Those are the teeth of a Twin-Headed Demon Wolf! Perfect material for a dagger!"
"Heavens! Is this the stomach of a gluttonous magic boar? Top-tier material for making spatial bags!"
"That intestine... no, that 'mana conduit,' I want it! Don't fight me for it!"
In the eyes of these humans who hadn't seen much of the world.
The "offal" that Victor found repulsive was all priceless treasure that couldn't be found anywhere else!
Gold coins.
Like flowing water, they clattered into Gold Tooth's pockets.
...
Benevolent Heart Clinic.
【Ding!】
【Large injection of funds detected!】
【Clinic account balance updated: 15,000 points!】
【Source of funds: Remittance of shares from the goblin distributor.】
Victor looked at the numbers jumping wildly on the system panel, a predicted smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Fifteen thousand points!
This was several times more than what he had earned from killing monsters and performing surgeries combined!
This was the power of a monopoly's exorbitant profits!
"Elizabeth, stop counting."
Victor glanced behind the counter at the blood queen, whose hands were cramping from counting gold coins and whose eyes had practically turned into the shape of coins.
"Those gold coins are just the leftovers; the real bulk is in the system."
He gave a grand wave of his hand, brimming with pride.
"Open the system mall!"
"I want to spend! I want to shop!"
"Bring me all that equipment I couldn't afford before!"
The light screen unfolded.
Victor's fingers clicked frantically on the expensive gold icons.
【Purchase: Automated Alchemy Analyzer (Pro Edition)】— 3,000 points.
【Purchase: High-level Life Support Pod (with Resurrection Function)】— 5,000 points.
【Purchase: Magic-Conduction MRI】— 4,000 points.
...
With a series of spatial ripples.
One by one, precision instruments that blended science fiction with magical essence appeared out of thin air in various rooms of the clinic.
The once-empty laboratory was instantly filled and became high-end.
"Now this is more like it."
Victor stroked the brand-new MRI as if he were caressing a lover's skin.
With this equipment.
His research progress would increase by more than tenfold.
The mass production plan for the God-Chosen, the forbidden experiments regarding resurrection, and even the exploration of the world's true nature...
None of it would be just empty talk anymore!
"Director..."
Alice hugged her newly purchased 【Automatic Knife Sharpener】, spinning around happily.
"Now when my scissors get dull, I won't have to sharpen them by hand anymore!"
"Indeed."
Victor looked at the thriving scene in the room, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.
"As long as there's money, there's no disease that can't be cured, and no happiness that can't be bought."
However.
While the Benevolent Heart Clinic was immersed in the joy of overnight wealth.
A crisis was quietly brewing in the shadows.
...
Fifty miles away from the Blackthorn Forest.
A massive black market hidden within a subterranean cavern—the "City of Gloom."
This was a lawless land where humans, demi-humans, and various wanted criminals lived together.
At this moment.
Inside the City Lord's manor, the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.
Smash!
A wine cup encrusted with jewels was slammed violently onto the floor.
"What did you say?!"
A bloated, fleshy human tycoon—the "Toxic King" Barossa—roared at his subordinate.
"Our sales of 'Hallucination Grass' and 'Rampage Potions' for this month... have dropped by ninety percent?!"
"Y-yes, Boss,"
the subordinate replied tremblingly.
"Because... that goblin Gold Tooth brought something called 'Happy Water.'"
"That stuff... hits harder than our drugs, has no side effects, and is cheaper..."
"Now all the customers are buying that! No one is buying our goods anymore!"
"Bastard!"
Barossa was so angry that his fat shook all over.
To cut off someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents.
This whatever "Benevolent Heart Clinic" was smashing his rice bowl!
"Not only that, Boss."
From the shadows, a thin man with a goatee stepped forward. He was the strategist here.
"I've received news that those useless lords who fled the Blackthorn Forest—the chimera, the twin-headed ogre... they are gathering."
"They say the owner of that clinic stole their territory, killed their subjects, and even turned their kin into specimens."
"They want revenge."
"Oh?"
Barossa's small eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, flashed with a sinister light.
"The monsters want revenge... and I want money."
"Isn't this perfect?"
He gave a cruel laugh, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Contact those monster lords."
"Tell them I am willing to provide weapons and financial support."
"Also, go call all the assassins from the Shadow Guild for me."
Barossa stood up, looking at the map of the Blackthorn Forest on the wall, toyed with a poisoned dagger in his hand.
"That doctor named Victor..."
"Since he likes doing business so much."
"Then I'll let him know..."
"In this land, who is truly—"
"The one who calls the shots!"
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