"Eureka!!!"
The discovery of the untapped mana vein deep within the underground tunnels filled me with excitement and relief. It was a newfound source of power that I could harness to safeguard my territory and further fortify my secret base of operations. With the mana vein's natural energy, I knew it could be a potent power source supplier for my rune and magic inscription security system.
"Schnell! We must make sure to connect all magic wiring, rune and magic inscriptions are top-notch!! I want absolute perfection!!!"
I gathered my golem henchmen, instructing them on the significance of this discovery. They listened intently as I explained my plan to use the mana vein as a means to deter intruders from approaching my hidden domain. The memory-loss enchantment, fueled by the mana vein's energy, would be the key to preserving the secrecy of my thriving blood mushroom and snowbear bacon business.
"Beschleunigt! We don't know when another group of thugs or even more advanced thugs leaning towards actual mercenaries will come by again, to ruin my day and my business entrepreneurship!"
The golems set to work with determination, their artificial minds processing every detail with precision. It was no easy task to establish such a complex security system, but I had faith in my creations, plus I'm guiding them to perfect it---I would never let others do what I want, I need to be the one in control.
The golems had been loyal and efficient since the beginning, and I knew they would excel in this new endeavor.
"Connect the yellow wire to the blue one, connect the blue one to the.....red one...."
As they diligently constructed the rune and magic inscription barriers, I took it upon myself to supervise and ensure the system's effectiveness. I wanted every detail to be perfect, every enchantment flawless. My reputation as the hermit sage, Roger Connery, was built upon precision and innovation, and I was determined to maintain that standard.
"Ein! Zwei!! Drei!!! Makellos, so far everything is in order and is just what I had envisioned while I was under some of the hallucinogenic fumes from the blood mushrooms....do I even hallucinate anymore??? Meh."
Days turned into weeks as the golems worked tirelessly to complete the security system. I observed their progress with satisfaction, knowing that this would be a crucial layer of defense for my territory. The memory-loss enchantment would serve as a powerful deterrent, ensuring that any intruders would be disoriented and led away from my hidden haven.
Finally, the day arrived when the security system was complete. I stood in the heart of my underground base, overlooking the intricate network of runes and inscriptions that now surrounded the perimeter. The mana vein pulsed with energy, its power harnessed and integrated seamlessly into the enchantments.
"Moment of truth my loyal slaves, we will activate and see what my hands have created!"
With a flick of my wrist, I activated the security system, and a soft hum resonated throughout the tunnels. The barrier glowed with a faint blue light, a telltale sign of its potency. I knew that it was ready to fulfill its purpose.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment, I turned to my golem henchmen, who stood nearby, waiting for my approval. "Excellent work," I praised them. "This security system is a testament to your skill and dedication---and mein genius. With this in place, I can rest assured that our territory will remain concealed from unwanted eyes."
The golems' looks like they are puffed with pride, their glowing eyes reflecting their loyalty and commitment to my cause. I had created not just tools but loyal companions who shared my vision for a better world.
As the days passed, news of my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon still continued to spread like wildfire. The demand for my products grew, and I found myself expanding my business even further. The underground base hummed with activity, as golems tended to the blood mushrooms and prepared the coveted snowbear bacon.
Despite my newfound success, I remained vigilant and ever paranoid.
The Frigid North was not without its dangers, and I knew that my prosperity had garnered both admirers and adversaries. The Kapote Conglomerate, is still something to lookout for....those fatherfuckers, why can't they just leave me along in peace? They already discarded this robot body, yet they still fucking care about it? How paranoid can you get.....fucking shit bags.
With the security system in place, I felt a renewed sense of security and bit more complacent in not being found with my pants down and my dick in hand.
"Its kinda funny them scampering about like headless chickens, when their memory gets wiped. Hahaha look at that fool!"
The memory-loss enchantment proved to be effective, with intruders unknowingly led away from my territory, never suspecting the existence of my hidden base.
However, as the days turned into weeks, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I should not be overly complacent, even with the new security system in place. The Frigid North was a type of wild wild west scenario, and I couldn't afford to underestimate the dangers lurking in the shadows.
"But I do carry a much bigger dick....I mean "stick"!"
With this in mind, I continued to oversee my operations with caution and precision. The golem henchmen dutifully carried out their tasks, ensuring that the blood mushroom and snowbear populations remained sustainable, while the security system stood guard, keeping intruders at bay.
As I surveyed the bustling activity of my underground base, a sense of pride and satisfaction filled my heart. I had come a long way from the former 10 Circle Archmage, Omega Mane Crown, to the enigmatic hermit sage, Roger Connery. My journey had me use old things into the new era, introducing new flavors and enhancing a backwater culture into a bit more refined status through my products.
Yet, I couldn't forget my past, nor the ever potential threats that loomed on the horizon. No matter the world where I live in, any world is a dangerous place and one must be ever alert, even if it means bordering on obsession.
"Me did good."
The underground base became a symbol of my determination and resilience, a testament to the harmony between magic, technology, and the natural world. With the memory-loss enchantment protecting my secret domain, I could focus on expanding my business and perfecting my craft.
As I looked out across the frigid barrens, I knew that my story had only just begun and not even half of the book is written. The legacy of Deth Jones as the hermit sage, Roger Connery, intertwined as I navigated the intricate dance between secrecy and success.
In the depths of my underground base, I stood, my mind buzzing with excitement over my latest idea. The memory-loss enchantment had proven to be an effective defense against intruders, but now I saw an opportunity to turn those very intruders into unwitting vendors for my products.
"Hmmmmnnn....what if I....."
The concept was audacious, but I had always been one to think outside the box. With the mana vein powering the security barrier, I had a powerful tool at my disposal—one that could shape the fate of those who dared to cross into my territory.
I called upon my learning golem henchmen, explaining my plan to them in hushed whispers. The golems' eyes glowed with understanding, and they set out to put my idea into action.
First, we needed to identify potential targets—people who would have reason to venture into the Frigid North. With the help of my golem scouts, we located a group of adventurers who were rumored to be seeking a rare magical artifact hidden in the barrens.
With our targets selected, the golems began to track their movements, ensuring they entered the territory and triggered the memory-loss enchantment. Once the intruders' memories were erased, my golem henchmen would step in, using their magic to subtly influence the intruders' thoughts and actions.
The process was delicate, as I didn't want to raise any suspicions. The golems carefully implanted the idea of selling my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon into the intruders' minds, ensuring they would return to their home city and spread the word about these unique products.
To solidify the plan, I had the golems, through my instructions, create a mental trigger that would only be released once the intruders had completed their task. The trigger would prompt them to send all the profits from their sales to an online banking account, ensuring I would reap the benefits of their unwitting labor.
"Its a fucking brilliant plan if I do say so myself!"
As the days passed, the first batch of intruders returned to their home city, their memories of my territory completely erased. Unbeknownst to them, they were now malleable-minded vendors, selling my coveted products to the unsuspecting populace.
The reports started to pour in, and soon the entire city was abuzz with talk of the exquisite blood mushroom wine and succulent snowbear bacon. My products were in high demand, and the profits began to roll in.
My underground base hummed with activity, as the golems continued to oversee the vendors' actions from afar. It was a surreal sight—my enemies, now under my control, spreading the word about my products with zeal.
"Deth old boi, this is one of the very best ideas you've done since making that fury owl into an organic drone camera to peep on the ladies back on Gaion!"
The memory-loss enchantment proved to be a powerful tool, as none of the vendors had any recollection of how they became involved in selling my goods. To them, it was as if they had been promoting my products for years, completely unaware of the truth.
I took care to ensure the vendors were well-compensated for their efforts, disguising their newfound wealth as a reward for their adventuring exploits.
As far as they knew, their success was a result of their own skills and luck.
"Whew! Good thing we were able to fix dat shit up in no time!!"
But my triumph was not without its challenges. There were instances when a vendor's mind began to resist the influence of the golems, causing a disruption in their activities. In such cases, I had to act swiftly, sending in a golem to subtly re-adjust their thoughts through much more powerful coercive means so that they can continue the charade of being "sellers".
Each day brought new opportunities and challenges, as I navigated the intricacies of this grand plan. I had always been a master of manipulation, but this venture took it to a whole new level.
However, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at times.
These people were now unwittingly promoting my products, under the influence of my golems. Their free will had been compromised, and though they didn't remember, I knew the truth of what I had done.
Yet, I also knew that this was the nature of the world I inhabited—a world of magic, deception, and power struggles. In this realm, one had to seize every advantage and protect one's interests at all costs.
"Meh. Whatevs....its not like I'm ordering them to murder, death or kill someone, its just selling shit and not just any shit but the goodest of good shit."
As the weeks turned into months, my blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon became legendary throughout the frigid north. The demand for my products soared, and I expanded my operations to meet the growing needs.
The profits from the vendors poured into my accounts, and my underground base flourished with prosperity. The reputation of Roger Connery, the hermit sage, grew, and many revered my products without ever knowing the truth behind their origin.
However, I couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in the back of my mind—the knowledge that I had crossed ethical boundaries in pursuit of my goals. The line between right and wrong had blurred, and I found myself questioning the morality of my actions.
"Who gives a shit? No one that's who!"
But the allure of success and power was too intoxicating to resist. The world I lived in demanded cunning and ruthlessness, and I had to embrace that reality if I were to survive and thrive.
And so, I continued to walk the path I had chosen, reaping the rewards of my cunning plan. Deth Jones, as the enigmatic hermit sage persona, had become a force to be reckoned with, his influence spreading far and wide.
As the tale of Deth Jones alias Roger Connery continued to unfold, I knew that there would be more challenges ahead, more difficult choices to make. But I also knew that I had the intelligence and resourcefulness to navigate this world of magic and intrigue.
"Yep. The business is making money by itself, those hardworking and unknowing slaves are the bomb 'yo!"
For now, I would revel in the success of my plan and the prosperity it had brought. My blood mushroom wine and snowbear bacon were now known far and wide, and I was determined to make my business be famous beyond the Frontier City, Ocean City and Ice City areas but in other places far enough that I only hear about them and not see.
"I wish I have sight beyond sight....OH WAIT I DO! But its from a satellite, I want my actual eyes able to see beyond.....OH WAIT I can share vision with one of the seller drones....but that's a bit fucking tedious. *sigh"