Chapter 566: Chapter 550: Preparing for Colonization

As the President’s four-faced head vanished from the throne, the terrifying pressure enveloping the entire conference room dissipated with it.

The writhing shadows twisted and faded into the spatial void. The electric arcs on the surface of the brain in the vat flashed for a split second before vanishing out of thin air along with its glass container. The colorful fungal aggregate simply disintegrated into a cloud of spores and drifted away without a trace.

They came and went in a hurry, not even bothering to offer a single extra glance. At this moment, these lofty Morning Star Wizards looked just like a group of corporate drones finishing up a boring routine meeting, clocking out of work without missing a single second.

In the blink of an eye, only Allen and Hercules, who still maintained their human forms, were left beside the massive Obsidian Round Table.

"Congratulations, Allen." Hercules stood up and walked to Allen’s side, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Twenty-one point five billion for scoring a steal on a medium-sized resource Plane. If word of this price gets out, ninety-nine percent of the Wizards out there would be jealous enough to gouge their own eyes out."

"I also have to thank our colleagues for yielding, which made this transaction unexpectedly smooth," Allen said as he stood up and gave a slight nod, keeping his posture as humble as ever.

"Yielding? Don’t give them too much credit; that’s called risk aversion." Hercules sneered, his metallic prosthetic eye flashing with a hint of mockery. "Those old timers—the longer they live and the more assets they hoard, the more cowardly they become. Just look at the signature at the bottom of your contract."

Allen looked down at the Magic Contract that had just taken effect. Stamped at the very end of the document was a golden scale insignia formed by countless intricate Runes. Just gazing at it emanated an aura of inviolable authority.

"That is the arbitration seal of the Mystic Code Council," Hercules said, pointing at the mark. "One of the three great cross-plane super organizations, the supreme court of the Wizarding World. With this, Plane G-771 will legally bear the Wesren name forever."

Allen’s eyes flickered slightly. "Does this count as an Amulet?"

"It does, but only on the condition that the other party is ’civilized’." Hercules leaned both hands on the table, his expression growing a bit more serious. "This legal ownership is only effective within the order of the White Wizards. If some blind White Wizard Organization dares to steal your mines, the Council’s enforcement squads will teach them a lesson they won’t soon forget.

"However," he paused, "Black Wizards won’t care about this. Those mad dogs hiding in the shadows don’t recognize contracts; they only recognize fists. Out on the fringes of the Gray Channel, the light of the Code doesn’t reach quite that far."

"Understood," Allen nodded calmly.

It was just like international law in his previous life—it only regulated gentlemen, not thugs. When dealing with thugs, the only universal truth was caliber and range.

"As long as you know what to expect." Hercules patted Allen on the shoulder, his tone becoming earnest. "Allen, twenty billion only bought you a ticket in. Plane development is a bottomless pit that can drag even a Morning Star Wizard into absolute bankruptcy. The massive Magic Stone expenditures are yet to come.

"Therefore, absolutely do not bite off more than you can chew at the start," he continued, his expression turning solemn. "If your funds have already bottomed out, you must learn to develop and sell resources simultaneously to quickly recoup your capital and achieve a positive feedback loop as soon as possible."

"I will keep that in mind, Minister," Allen responded sincerely.

"Additionally, I’ll give you two pieces of personal advice." Hercules turned toward the conference room doors. "First, don’t try to run before you can walk. Secure your base with steady steps, and then quickly forge it into an impenetrable fortress. Your Plane is located in a remote region, so you must be wary of encroaching vagrant Black Wizards.

"Second, do not kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. Destructive mining will only ruin a Plane’s potential. You are going there to be a Lord, not a bandit. You must have a long-term plan."

"Thank you for your guidance, Minister," Allen thanked him earnestly. This was undeniably solid experience; forcing a full-scale expansion from the get-go would only snap his capital chain in the end.

"Alright, don’t let that Plane drag you down. Get your operations up and running soon; I’m still waiting for you to do fieldwork with me." Hercules waved his hand and strode briskly out of the conference room.

Left alone in the spacious room, Allen stood silently for a moment. He cast his gaze toward the massive Star Map in the center, letting his eyes linger on the pinpoint of light representing G-771.

A moment later, his figure distorted for a second and vanished from the spot.

Deep Blue Residence, the study.

Allen’s figure materialized out of thin air, and he walked over to sit behind his broad desk.

He had just bought a Plane entirely his own. At this moment, Allen’s soul—that of a veteran *Civilization* gamer which had long been suppressed by the sheer rationality of a Wizard—began to boil with a long-lost fervor.

He was no longer just grinding quests for the Association, no longer calculating his savings based on a fixed salary. This was a brand-new, unblemished map that belonged entirely to him, Allen Wesren!

"I really do need a master plan..."

Allen casually swiped open a light screen and pulled a localized Star Map of G-771 right before his eyes. The attached initial exploration report contained too little information, severely limiting what he could do, but he could at least draft a general course of action.

"Step one: clear the map." Allen stared at the light screen with focused eyes. "After arriving, there’s no rush to make contact. I’ll cast a wide net to establish a surveillance network, figure out the distribution of all resources, assess the combat strength of the natives, and get to the bottom of that so-called ’memetic pollution’. I won’t move blindly until the fog of war dissipates.

"Step two: rapidly establish control. Bring that Plane under control as quickly as possible, but keep collateral damage to an absolute minimum. First, to avoid provoking the hostility of the native lifeforms and causing unnecessary losses. Second, to guard against drawing the covetous gaze of other unknown factions.

"Step three: monetize resources." Allen circled several Magic Stone Ore Veins and their associated metal deposits on the initial exploration report. "Once my foothold is secure, I’ll immediately begin extracting from these shallow veins. The raw ore produced will be shipped directly back to the Hub City and sold off. Within three months, I must get the Magic Stones on the books flowing to achieve a positive feedback loop.

"Step four: Plane development." Allen’s gaze drifted across the Star Map. "Golems are indeed excellent for warfare, mining, and infrastructure, but I need to make use of the native intelligent lifeforms too. As soon as I secure an initial foothold, I’ll immediately have Wesren Heavy Industry move in and build factories. On one hand, they can handle mineral transport and goods sales; on the other, they can look for any other nearby business opportunities.

"More importantly, I will establish a complete industrial chain—from mineral extraction and material refinement all the way to Golem assembly—to forge a closed-loop economic system. Only by deeply binding the native resources to my Golem production lines and transforming mere plunder into a long-term industrialized operation can this Plane truly become my inexhaustible resource pool, rather than a consumable that will dry up at any moment."

"Planning model preliminarily established. Commander, the ’unknown anomalies’ and the attacks by the Crimson Hand mentioned in the exploration report remain unknown variables," Jarvis reminded him dutifully.

"I know."

Allen leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. A moment later, he raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the Star Map before him as if he were already looking upon that uncharted territory.

"I’ll give it one more month of preparation. Then, I’ll go see for myself if the bones of these Black Wizards are tougher than the armor on my Golems."

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