After completing his registration and receiving the golden badge, Ethan walked out of the Merchant Association building.
He didn't care about the lingering gazes of the staff or the blushing elf receptionist.
His mind was already miles ahead, calculating the trajectory of an economic war that would bring the Ice Dragons to their knees.
His goal was power, but not the kind that came from swinging a sword.
He was already at a level where his true power could shake the foundations of the world.
If he acted too boldly with his own hands, he would attract the eyes of the two Absolute Beings, the ones who watched the multi-verse like hawks.
He needed to lay low, tucked away in the "space cube" , until he surpassed them.
For now, he would use wealth, bloodlines, and influence to conquer.
"Let's get to work, Puffin," Ethan whispered.
Ethan didn't look for a small shop.
He went to the most expensive property dealer in Flanoir City and demanded a map of the capital.
