The fame of my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon had spread like wildfire throughout the frigid north, and the bustling "Warm Under the Barrier" Ice City was no exception. It was a city encapsulated within a massive barrier, maintaining a constant summer-like climate even in the icy surroundings, making it the perfect place for people to escape the cold and enjoy the wonders of my delectable products.
As the hermit sage, Roger Connery, I had become a legendary figure, known for my culinary expertise and magical prowess. Little did they know that I was none other than Deth Jones, the former 10 Circle Archmage who had crossed worlds.
"Once I again, I feel the need, the need to adored and adulated!"
One day, as I walked through the lively streets of the Ice City, the sound of my alias, Roger Connery, reached my ears in snippets of conversation.
"Have you tried that blood mushroom wine from the hermit sage?" a woman gushed to her friend. "It's absolutely divine! The flavors are unlike anything I've ever tasted."
Her friend nodded, a sparkle in her eyes. "And don't even get me started on the snowbear bacon. It's like a piece of heaven in your mouth."
I couldn't help but smile to myself, proud of the success my products had achieved. The magic inscriptions on the wine bottles enhanced the taste and aroma, making each sip an ethereal experience. The special leather wrapping on the snowbear bacon ensured that the flavors remained intact, delighting even the most discerning of palates.
The once-barren land of the frigid north was now bustling with activity.
People from all corners of the north traveled to the Ice City to get a taste of my creations. The economic boom brought prosperity to the region, and the locals were grateful for the newfound abundance.
"Yes. YES! Savor my products, you sheeps! Kneel before Roger Connery!!"
As I strolled through the marketplace, vendors proudly displayed my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon, touting its extraordinary quality to potential customers.
"Get your hands on the finest blood mushroom wine in the north!" a vendor called out, waving a bottle in the air. "Guaranteed to leave you wanting more!"
"And try our famous snowbear bacon, directly from the hermit sage himself!" another vendor chimed in, holding up a tray of mouthwatering bacon strips.
The aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air, attracting hungry customers from all directions. The tantalizing scent was an irresistible invitation, and soon the vendor's tray was empty, prompting cheers from the satisfied crowd.
"Shit! There's a lot of fat cats with a lot of money and nowhere to use but to buy the shit that I made, is pretty fucking overwhelming!! But I gotta do what I gots to do!!!"
As word of mouth spread, demand for my products skyrocketed, and I found myself struggling to keep up with the orders. My small cave and blood mushroom farm were no longer sufficient to meet the growing demands of the market.
"Let's make the production area a bit more larger than big!"
With determination, I set out to expand my operations. Using my earth golems and elemental magic, I constructed a larger underground cellar to store the aging blood mushroom wine. The cellar was fortified with powerful runes to maintain the perfect conditions for the wine to mature.
Similarly, I designed a larger facility to cure and preserve the snowbear bacon. It was equipped with advanced cooling systems powered by my replicated 8th circle mana battery, ensuring that the bacon remained fresh and flavorful.
As the production expanded, I also had to train more golem henchmen to assist in the processes. They were now essential to my operations, just as my former shebots were.
"No one....must steal my.....PRECIOUS!"
Despite the success, I remained cautious.
The fame and popularity of my products attracted not only genuine customers but also those who sought to exploit my creations for their gains.
Rumors of counterfeit blood mushroom wine and fake snowbear bacon began to circulate. Unscrupulous merchants tried to capitalize on my name and reputation, attempting to pass off inferior products as mine.
"Counterfeit eh? Here have my anti-counterfeiting technique that I learned from a conman named Moore Conn."
In response, I put my ingenuity to work once again. I devised a unique magical seal, only visible through a special lens, to distinguish my authentic products from the counterfeits. It was a mark of quality and authenticity that became highly sought after by customers.
The magical seal became a symbol of trust and integrity, earning the loyalty of my customers. People were willing to pay a premium for the real thing, ensuring that my brand remained at the top of the market.
"Ohh....my ears are itchy and burning at the same time, is it a----an ear infection!?? Oh no! ...oh wait I'm a bloody fucking robot! *sigh of relief"
As my reputation grew, so did my influence in the Ice City. People began to seek my counsel not only for my products but also for my wisdom as a hermit sage. I found myself answering questions about life, magic, and the mysteries of the frigid north.
"Remember, if you don't know what to do with your money, either give it to me directly or buy my products! Hahahaha.....you're all a bunch of cute sheeps!! Uh....it means my "cute" loyal customers from where I came from!!! Ahahahaha!!!! Let's toast to my success and awesomeness!!!!!"
The city's officials recognized my contributions and invited me to share my knowledge at various events and gatherings. I became a regular guest at banquets and feasts, where my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon were the stars of the show.
However, amidst the revelry and success, I never forgot the reason I came to the frigid north. My will to live and survive and to earn money, riches and fame....while maintaining an aloof presence, and at the same time hiding out from those of the Zeta Squad and the Kapote Conglomerate.
"This is what I was reborn with, to enjoy myself, spread happiness while earning profit and fame at the same time!"
In the frigid barrens, I found solace and a sense of purpose. I knew that my greed was never-ending, and while the fame and success in the Ice City were gratifying, there was still much to explore and learn in this vast magical world.
With my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon now being savored by people far and wide, I had left an indelible mark on the frigid north. The tale of me Roger Connery alias Deth Jones, the hermit sage turned culinary master, had become a saga of culinary delight and prosperity.
As I continued my endeavors in the frigid north, I harnessed the power of magic and technology to ensure the prosperity of my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon. My golem henchmen were essential in this endeavor, assisting me in every step of the process.
With the expansion of my underground base and the thriving blood mushroom farm, I knew it was time to take a proactive approach to ensure a steady supply of snowbear bacon. I instructed my golem henchmen to administer the vitality potion I had crafted for the male snowbear community.
"Their balls will hurt so good, that all they can think of is getting rid of that cock-blocking itch!"
The vitality potion was a magical concoction designed to enhance the snowbears' libido and increase their breeding capabilities. The injection process was meticulously monitored to avoid any harm to the creatures. My golem henchmen carried out the task with precision, and I watched as the male snowbears roamed with newfound energy and vigor.
"Yes! YES!! Use your balls to grow my vast snowbear bacon empire on the north!!!"
It wasn't long before the effect of the potion became apparent. The snowbears began to engage in courtship and mating behaviors more frequently, leading to a significant increase in offspring. The once scarce population of snowbears now thrived, thanks to my magical intervention.
"One down, one to go."
As I observed the success of the snowbear breeding program, I turned my attention to the blood mushrooms. My fascination with these unique fungi led me to experiment with their genetic makeup using my magic.
In my underground laboratories, I delved into the intricate world of DNA manipulation. Through careful spells and incantations, I altered the genetic structure of the blood mushrooms, causing them to produce an abundance of spores.
"Oohhh.....its like I'm possessed! I didn't know shit about manipulating DNA before but after watching instructions on Bootube, Eureka!! I'm hot shit!!!"
The results were astounding.
The blood mushroom population exploded, filling the underground corridors with a vibrant and thriving ecosystem. It was a sight to behold, a testament to the power of magic when wielded with purpose.
With the increase in blood mushroom production, the making of the blood mushroom wine became more efficient than ever before. The spores were carefully collected and cultivated, ensuring a continuous supply of the precious fungi.
"Yes, money and power.....fill my vast pockets with online credits!!"
Similarly, the snowbear bacon business flourished.
The snowbear population was now sustainable, and with the careful capture and treatment of the creatures, their numbers remained stable despite the occasional need for harvesting.
Though the process may have seemed cruel to some, I understood the necessity of balancing progress and the laws of nature. My actions were guided by a greater purpose, a vision of a world where the frigid north could flourish with abundance and prosperity.
"I have power and I can do it, so why not?"
In my heart, I knew that my endeavors would not only benefit the region but also preserve the delicate ecosystem of the frigid barrens. My efforts were a testament to the harmony between magic, technology, and the natural world.
As the seasons passed, the fame of my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon reached even greater heights. Travelers from distant lands sought out the Ice City to indulge in the delicacies of the frigid north. The city flourished with tourism and trade, becoming a bustling hub of activity.
Word of my production secrets that I held began to spread, fueling the intrigue and curiosity of the people. Many sought to catch a glimpse of the hermit sage, Roger Connery, who was now synonymous with the magic and wonder food creation of the frigid north.
"Nope! I cannot just go forth and appear when they clap their hands, I am an aloof and shy hermit sage persona, that likes to be on his lonesome but enjoys that money, fame and popularity that my products bring."
However, I remained elusive, preferring to keep my true identity hidden from the public eye. The life of Deth Jones, the former 10 Circle Archmage, was a distant memory. In the frigid barrens, I had found a new purpose, a new life, and it was one I intended to protect it at all costs....I will also burn them with a power of a thousand stars!
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, my underground base thrived with life and activity. The golem henchmen diligently tended to the blood mushrooms, ensuring their continuous growth and production. The snowbear community flourished, and the harmony between humans and creatures became a testament to the potential of coexistence.
But even amidst the prosperity, I knew that the world beyond the frigid barrens was vast and unpredictable. The tales of my success with blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon had reached far and wide, attracting both admirers and adversaries.
The Kapote Conglomerate, with its vast influence and reach, would surely take notice of the booming business in the Ice City. While I had taken great pains to conceal my true identity, I couldn't escape the possibility of their attention turning toward the hermit sage, Roger Connery.
"The rich thug life of a famous person is indeed a double-edged sword."
But I remained vigilant, always cautious of the lurking shadows that might threaten the delicate balance I had created. The frigid barrens were my sanctuary, my refuge from the chaos of the world beyond.
With the golem henchmen as my not-so silent guardians, I patrolled the underground corridors and observed the wonders of my creation. The underground sort of city thrived with activity, a testament to the magic, technology, and ingenuity that guided every aspect of my endeavors.
"Yes, growing money takes time but to me it can grow explosively in a very shorter time!"
As I gazed upon the thriving blood mushroom farm and the increase of the snowbear population community, a sense of fulfillment washed over me. I make things, it gives me satisfaction and money and fame and I can never think of doing anything else but to enrich myself but of course....in an albeit cautious manner.
"Just keep doing what I'm doing and if things go wrong, as long as I'm alive....I can always take revenge and build again.....oh I almost forgot, I need to buy some night lights that won't affect the blood mushroom growth."