Even after the visit from the Jelos couple, the "Golden Kingdom," secluded for a hundred years, has reconnected with the outside world, but only limited to the few intelligent creature communities on the western side of the "Broken Star Sea."

They all appear as small, self-sufficient countries. Until there's a true advancement in productivity, the flow of goods will never truly thrive.

Moreover, the overly complex entry and exit procedures of this semi-independent Secret Realm did indeed help a lot of the time-wasting.

The sparse outsider population simply cannot support a high-end third-party service industry, and indeed, very few people have the privilege to enter this secretive kingdom ruled by gods, let alone create a "commodity economy."

The place where Aiven and the others found shelter was just a small tavern offering food, entertainment, and lodging, which was already one of the rare high-end service venues in this city-state kingdom.

At this moment, the "Essence Fruits" planted by the "Sea God's Son" have completely matured. A total of fourteen small trees produced 76 large, crystal-clear "Essence Fruits," as big as watermelons.

Even the small fruits wrapped under the light green skin are each the size of plums, and overall, they look like flawless watermelon tourmalines.

Just a glance makes one's mouth water.

The quality far surpasses the hundreds of fruits Aiven and Olivia harvested on the battlefield protecting the "King of Sea Monsters," the Kraken. No matter how many ordinary sea monsters there are, could they compare to the Tier 4 "Sea God's Son"?

Just as Vinya said, the "Sea God's Son" in the Storm Belt may not be smart, but due to some mysterious radiation, their flesh and bones might be even stronger than those of the Sea God's Sons of similar rank in the outside world.

Didn't they say that fools have extraordinary strength?

This treasure is certainly useful for the Jelos couple, but what could just the two of them and one bird eat, no matter how often? But to a monarch like Aiven, who has millions of citizens and countless loyal followers, no amount is enough.

Jelos simply went along with it, taking six for themselves, and leaving the rest to Aiven.

Rumble...

His upper body was that of a perfectly muscled human male, and his lower body was that of a robust white stag, maintaining a half-deer form as Aiven inhaled gusts of wind and thunder through his nose and mouth.

After consuming a Tier 4 "Essence Fruit," he sat cross-legged in his not-too-luxurious but spacious room, using his [Desperate Thunder Swordsmanship Breathing Technique] to fully absorb it.

"Ha!"

He exhaled a sweet fruit scent, his whole body warm, as if he'd had a large drink of fine wine.

Through "Data Visualization," Aiven saw his strength, body, and agility stats slightly move, changing from 18.13 to 18.14.

Even a small increment in constant progress brings tremendous encouragement.

The acquisition of this batch of Tier 4 fruits also means that Aiven and Anita's physical abilities will once again accelerate, adding another edge to their survival in this treacherous world situation.

Time quietly rolled into the evening.

Earlier, crossing from the far eastern side of the "Dongyi Islands" where the Zongderilic Empire resides, traversing the entire Broken Star Sea, from midnight to daytime.

After experiencing the great flood and Storm Belt, and entering the Golden Kingdom, he once again welcomed the night of July 31st.

Buzz...

Without lighting the whale oil lamp in the room, an almost imperceptible electromagnetic wave radiated from the giant horn on Aiven's forehead, shaped like a Mountain Crown.

The intensity wasn't much higher than the natural microwave background radiation, undetectable even to gods.

Easily bypassing complex obstacles, this electromagnetic wave carrying Aiven's will stealthily yet meticulously enveloped the street block he was on, like mercury flowing over a surface.

He first noticed the luxurious "fully automated" kitchen on the first floor of the tavern, the level of "automation" outshining the White Swan Castle guarded by a Tower Spirit.

I couldn't help but marvel.

Heh heh...

He then saw a large, paint-chipped drawer in the kitchen automatically open, releasing five or six pink piglets. After tidying themselves up, they each eagerly jumped onto the grill.

Squawking and shouting, seven or eight gray-feathered green-headed wild ducks rushed out next. The cleaned ducks were brushed with honey and sauce by self-moving brushes, and flew with flapping wings in the oven.

Sizzle... Sizzle...

As the fat dripped onto the charcoal, it sparked constantly. They cooked themselves to a tender and crispy perfection, exuding a fragrance like seasoned chefs.

Aiven merely glanced before he felt himself get hungry.

Without further looking at the oranges juicing themselves, the automatically sliced vegetable salads, or the regenerating beef slices... his perspective shifted with the electromagnetic wave to the street outside.

Strings of face-carved pumpkin lanterns floated in the night sky. Outside had transformed into a sizable night market. Although transactions in the "natural economy" were quite primitive, it was bustling with excitement.

Seeing this familiar scene, Aiven automatically imagined their cries:

"Hot buns here, steaming hot buns, one after another, steaming hot buns, fresh steamed buns ready for sale!"

"Try some dates before buying."

"Buying any junk you have!"

"..."

Shaking his head to clear out these odd mental images, Aiven soon heard the information he desired, gradually forming an overall understanding of the secretive "Golden Kingdom."

"In the 'Golden Kingdom,' all nationals are born extraordinary, calling themselves Divine Descendants. More accurately, they are the descendants and descendants of descendants of ancient gods from this era. The total population is only tens of thousands, so compared to the city-states of humans, it can only be considered a tiny place.

There is no specific historical record, and even the Inheritance Secret Scroll 'Flesh Sacrifice' doesn't know how many years have passed in this era. But just like Mars, the True God Giant, who was the noble god of agriculture, war, royal authority, order, and chaos, hasn't he also vanished into oblivion?

Whether due to divine wars, Spirit Realm exploration, or other unexpected events, time cannot kill them, but there are always accidents that plunge them into silence, and most of the Divine Descendants here originate from such circumstances.

Moreover, after seeing them, Aiven somewhat believed in humanity's theory that 'wisdom' is their innate extraordinary trait.

Because these 'people' are just like demonized creatures that have formed stable breeding groups. Although powerful, their wisdom varies.

For example, in the previous life legends, Sea God Poseidon could give birth to cyclops-like foolish sons. Although called a branch of humanity, they were actually all monsters. Their combat power might be 100, but their intelligence was only 5.

However, seeing this, Aiven couldn't help but feel a hint of delight.

"What a great opportunity! The foolish son of a local landlord is just perfect!"

Then he opened the [Ancient Scroll].

Excluding the top-tier palace district that was dark red, he found that this city district by the sea was also deep red. Maintaining a 'mythical form' was deep red; even after opening [Meteorological Spirit], it remained deep red, and when the strongest [Outdoors] was employed, it was still deep red.

He confirmed with a glance that there are people here he cannot afford to provoke.

At least in the lower city district, there are beings of Divine Creature level present.

"Well then, Galliot's cunning... ahem, the boss is online, ready for business."

Whoo—!

He pulled a hair and blew it gently, flying it out the window, transforming it into the shape of a very wealthy middle-aged merchant.

Soon, another stall appeared in the night market, and it immediately captured the attention of countless street goers.

"Exotic treasures from the distant Eastern human world, limited quantities, first come, first served!"

With one shout, the stall was instantly surrounded by a crowd.

Square sugar made from sugarcane, exquisite white porcelain, beautifully dyed cotton fabric, high-end firearms crafted like works of art, a few silver pocket watches, extraordinary weapons from the hands of a Great Wizard...

Catering to both high-end and low-end, there was nothing he couldn't produce. As for his targets, naturally, it was their bodies, ahem, their ancestral chromosomes, humph, their genetic information.

However.

Aiven's gamble wasn't very successful. Though many lacked clarity of mind, only able to 'aba aba,' and were very eager for these rare local items, filled with the desire to buy.

Out of the extraordinary creatures' instincts to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, not many were willing to exchange their bodies for these super high-end 'Kidneys 6.'

Ultimately, Aiven could only settle for trading hard currency precious metals from the Material World, collecting platinum, gold, and silver. This place lives up to its reputation as the 'Golden Kingdom' famed for its wealth. Even though Aiven marked up each item by a thousand percent, they were rapidly sold out.

But to think Aiven would give up here would be a grave mistake.

While his doppelganger was busy doing legitimate business, the usually grand and domineering [Life Magnetic Field] had already transformed into a meticulous stream, brushing lightly through the streets and alleys of half the city like the finest brush.

Returning with a massive collection of biological hair through static adhesion, even if the part carrying body cells was minimal, the sheer volume was overwhelming.

"A bountiful harvest, indeed I prefer dealings without upfront costs."

Society is simple; it's the people who are complex... How could the straightforward people of the 'Golden Kingdom' foresee Aiven's schemes?

Rubbing his hands, he couldn't help but take out the [Golden Chain] he and Angie had accumulated to begin working.

Although they possessed the [Blood Chalice] forged by a Lower Realm Demon God, claimed to be able to create the blood of any known creature out of thin air, 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

First, its rank was not high enough. For example, it was powerless against producing the blood of a Tier 4 Adult Giant Dragon. Secondly, to know what blood to desire, one must at least be aware of the species.

But their absence from human observation had been too prolonged. Most of these Divine Descendants and their offspring didn't leave even a legend in the Material World, let alone their bloodline species.

In the past, the vaguely appearing entity within the [Golden Chain] had subtly taken shape. It was a spear with a double helix structure, possessing a spiral long handle but a split double-edged tip.

However, it remained quite ethereal, far from fully formed.

With ample materials in hand, Aiven didn't even bother going for supper. The golden radiance in his room flickered continuously, his [Golden Chain] gradually piecing together, extending further.

Approaching midnight.

Ring ring ring...

Absent any grandeur vision, accompanied by the crisp chime that resonated from Aiven's heart, the golden spiral long spear finally fully manifested!

A gentle grip saw the spear dissolve into a formless stream, disappearing, and with a wave, it reappeared in his hand.

United it forms! Dispersed it becomes air!

Mere possession birthed a touch of divinity; Aiven even felt as if he could pierce a hole through the world with a single thrust. His eyes reflecting the golden glow shimmered peculiarly as he softly declared:

"You shall be called... [Golden Holy Spear·Lance]!"

Buzz—!