Chapter 74: Alchemical Commercial Empire: Pure-Blood Dragon Clan

Undeniably, under the threat of the Three Corpses Brain God Pill, Li Ang's newly subjugated group of Black people fully demonstrated what subjective initiative meant.

In just half a day, they neatly arranged all the materials Li Ang needed before him.

During this time, some had secretly gone to the hospital for checks, but the results were all negative—yet this only made them more terrified.

The Black leader, watching the young man sitting cross-legged on the sofa as if asleep, spoke cautiously: "Mr., we've brought everything you requested."

Hearing this, Li Ang ceased his Qi circulation and opened his eyes.

He looked at the jumbled pile of metals of every conceivable type, and the blood-smeared, freshly peeled lizard skin, his eyelid twitching involuntarily.

'Forget it—no expectations should be placed on Black people.'

It wasn't that these materials couldn't be used, only that the success rate of alchemy would be affected, and the final product's strength would likely be poor.

But none of that mattered—after all, it wasn't Li Ang himself who would wear it.

"Everyone else leave. You stay."

Upon hearing Li Ang's words, the tattooed Black man nearly wept—he had no idea what this Asian sorcerer intended to do.

But it certainly wouldn't be anything good.

And Li Ang had kept this tattooed Black man precisely to demonstrate a touch of supernatural ability—otherwise, relying solely on the Three Corpses Brain God Pill was still too uncertain.

Then, before the tattooed Black man's fearful gaze, Li Ang began inscribing the Alchemical Array of 【Garo's Scale】 on the floor.

But the Black man understood nothing of Alchemy; he only felt this Asian man was performing some evil ritual.

As for the metal and lizard skin placed at the center of the Alchemical Array,

It was simple—they were Sacrifices!

The more the tattooed Black man thought about it, the more certain he became.

At this moment, Li Ang had finished inscribing the Alchemical Array; as he pressed his palms against its edge, a blinding red light instantly flared through the room.

Boom—

Thick black smoke slowly rose from the center of the Alchemical Array.

【Failed Alchemical operation, Professional Experience +14】.

Seeing this, Li Ang's heart sank.

'Failed.'

He stepped forward, prodding the black residue on the floor, lost in thought.

'Was it because the metal's properties were too chaotic? Or is lizard skin unusable?'

Meanwhile, the tattooed Black man, upon seeing the scene before him, felt his heart leap into his throat.

It really was some kind of sacrifice ritual!

But it seemed to have failed.

Just as he grew increasingly uneasy, Li Ang suddenly spoke: "Same as before, but this time the metal must be of a single type."

Hearing this, the tattooed Black man hurriedly replied: "Yes, Mr.!"

With that, he fled out as if escaping.

Not long after, the materials Li Ang requested reappeared before him.

This time, the Heirenbang Sect provided iron—the cheapest metal in modern society, even pre-smelted.

Clearly, after witnessing Li Ang's first Alchemical attempt, their leader now regarded him entirely as an evil sorcerer.

Having gathered the materials, Li Ang began his second Alchemical operation.

As the blinding red light flared again, his professional panel promptly displayed new information.

【Successfully crafted an Alchemical item, Professional Experience +32】.

Seeing this, Li Ang couldn't help but shake his head slightly—the experience gained from 【Garo's Scale】 (Beggar Edition) was exactly half that of the Youth Edition.

But as long as it succeeded, that was a good thing.

And when the Black man saw a fitted soft armor appear at the center of the Alchemical Array, his eyes nearly bulged out.

"Oh my god!"

"A divine blessing!"

In his eyes, Li Ang had just performed a sacrifice and successfully received divine favor.

Otherwise, how could a soft armor suddenly appear on the ground?

Li Ang had no intention of correcting the Black man's thoughts—in fact, he found it advantageous.

He stepped forward, picked up 【Garo's Scale】 (Beggar Edition), and gently caressed it.

Then Li Ang took the Glock G17 from the coffee table and fired a shot at the armor.

Boom—

【Garo's Scale】 (Beggar Edition) bore a small crack—clearly, its strength was vastly inferior to the Youth Edition.

'Enough. This should be sufficient to fool the rich.'

Thinking thus, Li Ang smiled faintly, then tossed the Defective product to the tattooed Black man beside him.

"This one's for you. Keep finding materials as instructed."

The tattooed Black man stared at the glossy black armor in his hands, his heart pounding—he had seen everything that just happened.

"Yes, Mr.!"

Seeing his enthusiasm reignited, Li Ang felt no surprise.

Though the method of wielding a stick and offering a carrot was simple, it remained highly effective.

'For now, this group of Black people won't resist my demands. Next, I just need to wait for materials to arrive, perform Alchemy, and sell them—my Artisan Apprentice experience will skyrocket.'

'But how do I find a sales channel?'

At this thought, Li Ang fell into deep contemplation.

Just as Li Ang was devising his alchemical empire, a little-known major event occurred in the Mexican rainforest.

A young man dressed in explorer's gear was studying a hand-drawn map while scanning his surroundings.

"It should be right here, but why can't I see the Teotihuacan tomb mentioned in the intel?"

The young man was a sophomore at the Cassel Institute, and he had come to this desolate Mexican rainforest to complete his summer assignment.

On the relationship between ancient civilizations and the Dragon Clan.

According to the intel purchased from the Hunter Network, a Teotihuacan tomb lay precisely where the young man now stood.

Unfortunately, all he saw before him was dense forest.

"Forget it, let's try the alchemical device—I'm glad I swiped one from the institute."

The young man set his backpack on the ground and pulled out a spherical device resembling a sonar unit.

After a brief adjustment, the spherical device began to vibrate faintly.

Yet at that moment, a faint roar emanated from beneath the earth.

Roar—

At first, the young man thought he'd imagined it, and remained where he was, waiting for the device to fully activate.

Until a claw suddenly pierced the ground far away—he realized he hadn't hallucinated.

"Damn it, why is there a pure-blood dragon in this tomb!?"

The young man stared in shock at what unfolded before him, then snatched up his backpack and bolted back the way he came.

He decided that if he survived, he'd give that intel dealer an enormous "positive review."

Meanwhile.

In a run-down part of Brooklyn, New York, a seemingly lethargic young man suddenly sneezed and muttered, "Who's talking about me?"

He took a sip of the cola beside him and returned to playing StarCraft on his computer.

Starting tomorrow, the author will try to update both chapters by 8 a. m. each day, so readers won't have to chase them separately and get a worse experience.