Wallace was pleasantly surprised when he finally learned about the last price his ten metals sold for. He had been short on cash before, having paid for what Robert obtained for him, but he had turned into a millionaire tycoon in a split second. The ten metals sold for over twenty-five million dollars, and the blacksmith auction house would take ten percent, leaving him with almost twenty-three million dollars. This was just because he used the lowest-grade iron silver. If he had used another metal, he would have made much more. Unrefined silvery iron on the market cost only ten dollars, so he spent just one hundred dollars and made almost twenty-three million dollars. "Blacksmithing is truly a lucrative business," he thought.
What if he also started selling mecha or battle armor that had not been developed or even some miscellaneous items? Although it was tempting, he didn't consider it. He would only consider it when he was strong enough to protect himself, maybe when he reached rank fifty and had some life-saving trump cards. Being too outstanding would earn him strong enemies, and he had already learned that when he was almost assassinated in the slums.
He looked towards the stage, and another cart of metals was pushed in. It was also silvery iron, but compared to the first batch, these were duller. There were almost twenty on the cart.
"Robert is truly a genius," he thought. It had only been three days, and Robert had his metal as a reference, but he was able to forge another set of metal. Although they were inferior to Wallace's own, it was still a sign of progress. He guessed that within a year, Robert would be able to perfectly carry out refinement and extreme refinement on metal. That's what Wallace was counting on; if Robert could do it, some attention would be drawn to him after all rather than looking for a mage that does not wish for people to know him or the respected president, they will go for the respected president.
"This is an inferior grade silvery iron. All the disadvantages of silvery iron have been nullified. It's something I forged myself. Its firepower is comparable to a titanium rifle, and it even surpasses titanium rifles slightly in terms of durability," Robert explained. The enthusiasm for the metal was not as intense as the first one, as most of the mages in the hall quickly lost interest. A metal that cannot absorb mana was useless to them.
"Its starting price is five thousand dollars," he said. The twenty metals were sold for two million dollars, averaging one hundred thousand dollars per metal. Robert was excited not because of the money but because of the possibilities this metal could open up in the world.
"Apart from the ten divine metals that will be auctioned once a month, the inferior metals are available anytime. You just have to communicate with me," he said. The mages and the normal people turned anxious, after all not many people were prepared for today especially the mage. In a month, considering the popularity that the metal will have, they might not ba able to buy it because more mages would have been prepared.
"Here is the second stage of the auction," he announced, and the people all perked their ears up.
"The blacksmith who forged the divine metal can only forge twenty metals in a month, and ten of them will be auctioned. So, there will be a ticket for those who want this blacksmith to personally forge a particular metal for them, and you will discuss the price through me," he explained.
"Each ticket price is listed at a piece of meteoric iron, a one-thousand-year-old natural plant, two memory crystals, or two rare meteoric gold," he said. The normal people in the hall, who were still hoping to get the blacksmith to forge for them, simply lost all hope. Those resources were not exchangeable for money, and only mages could use them. A meteoric iron cost five hundred thousand dollars, but it was only available in mage organizations, making it inaccessible to normal people.
The ten tickets were distributed among the high-ranking mages in the hall in exchange for four meteoric gold, four memory crystals, two meteoric iron, and four one-thousand-year-old natural plants. Wallace was even more excited about the resources than the money. He already had the prototype of his armor in the system, so he needed a lot of resources to start forging them. The meteoric iron was the most durable iron in Midgar, which could be used to boost the defense of the armor. The meteoric gold was an elemental metal that could absorb all types of elements, making it rare. The one-thousand-year-old plant contained pure strange energy, just like his internal energy, which could be used to strengthen circuit cores and boost their performance. The memory crystal was what he wanted to use himself.
Earlier, Robert had gotten him five memory crystals and one meteoric iron for one million dollars. That's why he changed his mind to use natural resources to exchange for the ticket, as he would need them for the future. As for money, he knew that no matter the amount, it still wouldn't be enough for his expenditure.
He returned home with almost twenty-three million dollars in his account. Jeff couldn't help but look at him with newfound respect in his eyes. Wallace had already told Lucy about it, so she didn't purchase any metal in the auction because he had already given her a batch of metal. In the future, he would be connecting to the blacksmith organization through her.
He returned to his house around noon to continue his daily routine of cultivation and training. He knew that no matter how rich he got or how talented he was in blacksmithing, he must be able to protect himself. Without Lucy, he wouldn't dare go out to do the auction, and he even had to weigh the pros and cons. After seeing that Lucy had no reason to harm him over the metal, he decided to tell her. That's why he dared to venture into the blacksmith organization.
Life continued, and the third week since Wallace arrived in this world had passed.
** Name: Wallace Ace
** Title: The one who overcome death
** Level 9
** Blood essence required for next evolution: 50000/ 51200 **
** Cultivation stage: Rank 8 mage
** Strength: 5 *2
Speed: 5 *2
Physique: 5 *2
Defense: 5 *2
** Shop** **Quest** **Notification**
This was the result of his diligent cultivation and absorption of blood essence over the past few days. He was on the verge of reaching level ten and dared not go out again to kill beasts because he was afraid his evolution might start, and he didn't know what might happen during his evolution. So, he looked for another alternative.
Some days later, he decided to use Little White, the tiger of the space-time order, and the tiger had shown astonishing combat ability coupled with its ability to control space. However, the system told him that its strength was limited by his own. Since it was bonded to him, as he got stronger, the seals on it would also lessen, and it would get stronger. More or less, it was just as strong as a rank three mutated beast, but coupled with its spatial transportation, it was far more powerful than a rank three mutated beast.
He purposely didn't let the latter follow him because it was far stronger, and he only liked to rely on his own strength to battle. The little cat had just been sleeping, waking up, and eating all these days. He finally decided to tell it to go and hunt beasts today and gave it his ring to store the dead bodies of those beasts it had hunted.
It had left since evening, and he was still waiting. He was not anxious because he could tell that it was not in any danger from their connection. He sat on the bed and closed his eyes to adjust his mental state so that he could calmly deal with any situation that arose from his evolution.
It was around midnight when the white cat entered the house with a ring on its neck. It handed the ring over to Wallace, and the latter patted its head.
"Good girl," he said. He peeked into the content of the ring and couldn't help but be dumbstruck when he saw the content. There were over fifty rank three mutated beasts in the ring. He had only told the little rascal to kill a few rank two beasts, and it looked like it had gone deep into the jungle to clean up rank three beasts.
He felt the peculiar blood energy inside them and absorbed it. The moment he finished absorbing it, he felt full immediately, as if his body would burst.
**263500/51200**
The notification appeared in his line of sight
**Host has absorbed enough blood energy and reached the required level, evolution will now commence**