The opening of the Mysterious Shop, thanks to the underground forces' promotion in Green City, spread rapidly throughout the entire city.
The business on the first day was nothing short of explosive.
When the revenue figures came out, even Li De was stunned.
It wasn't just him—everyone who knew the numbers was left speechless.
Mysterious Shop's first-day revenue: 12,000 Gold Pucks
And this was only for one day!
The magic book Magic Scroll Production Techniques contained records of ten spells—six Tier 1 spells and four Tier 2 spells.
During the winter, the magic factory had produced five Tier 1 spells, with each spell replicated 1,000 times, totaling 5,000 scrolls.
But in just one day, the Mysterious Shop sold 1,000 magic scrolls.
A fifth of an entire winter's stock was consumed in a single day.
Each magic scroll was priced at 12 Gold Pucks. Even after accounting for some discounted sales, over 1,000 scrolls netted a whopping 12,000 Gold Pucks.
The shop's daily revenue exceeded one-fourth of the Vampire race's accumulated wealth over two centuries.
After reviewing the final statistics, Li De couldn't help but let out a gasp of astonishment.
Magic scrolls were like a money-printing machine—the speed at which they generated wealth was beyond description.
From the establishment of the magic factory to the production of 5,000 magic scrolls, his total investment amounted to around 20,000 Gold Pucks.
Of that, 10,000 Gold Pucks came from the Vampire treasury, while the remaining 10,000 was owed to the White Tower for purchasing magical materials.
But on the very first day of operation, 50% of the cost had already been recouped.
Li De estimated that the mercenaries who purchased the scrolls would spread the word voluntarily. Tomorrow's sales might even be higher.
This eased some of the financial pressure he'd been feeling.
Based on his initial estimate, selling 300 to 500 scrolls daily would have been considered good—but he hadn't expected such strong purchasing power among Green City's professionals, leading to a buying frenzy.
"Vina, there will likely be another wave of purchases in the coming days. Deploy more people to avoid any trouble.
Additionally, keep the magic factory running. If any apprentices perform well, reward them with a vial of Mana-Infused Blood. Fair rewards and penalties will boost their motivation."
"Also, I noticed the crowd outside pushing today. Tomorrow, set up barriers to make them queue. The purchase efficiency is lower when it's crowded. If anyone causes trouble, report directly to me."
Vina nodded, her face lighting up with excitement, her eyes narrowing into crescent moons.
Achieving such outstanding results on the first day was undoubtedly a cause for joy. It proved that her efforts hadn't been in vain.
Most importantly, she hadn't disappointed Lord Li De.
Vina felt a small sense of satisfaction. She didn't ask for much—helping the man who had pulled her out of hell and back into the human world was enough.
"Lord Li De, perhaps we should hold back some scrolls and not rush to sell them all.
For the long-term operation of the Mysterious Shop, we can't run out of stock. We could reserve about 2,000 scrolls and limit daily sales to 300.
This way, before our magic factory's production capacity increases, we won't have to worry about shortages.
Stable supply is crucial for cultivating customer habits. They may not always buy, but we must always have something to sell."
Li De nodded approvingly upon hearing this suggestion.
"Not bad. Proceed according to your plan.
Expand the magic factory further—we can recruit more apprentices.
What's the current daily production capacity of the magic factory?"
"About 300 scrolls per day. This is already the maximum output under full production."
Li De nodded in understanding. Producing 300 magic scrolls daily was an astronomical figure in the world of Glory.
Compared to other mage towers, it might take a month to match what the magic factory produced in a single day.
Knowledge was the most advanced form of labor.
Modern factory methods utterly crushed the ancient production models of the world of Glory.
"Maintain production. For a long time to come, the magic factory will remain our trump card, so confidentiality is paramount. No leaks are allowed."
"Yes, I will manage it strictly and ensure no outsiders learn of the magic factory's existence."
Vina naturally understood how envious others would be of a magic factory capable of producing 300 scrolls daily.
Moreover, this model wasn't difficult. If others learned it, the Crimson Mage Tower would immediately lose its advantage.
The humans of this world weren't stupid—it was just that their mindset limited their development, a flaw common to every world.
In Glory, magic was sacred and inviolable. Magic scrolls were jealously guarded secrets—how many spellcasters could break free of such mental constraints?
"From now on, all apprentices recruited into the mage tower must sign soul contracts, and their movement will be restricted.
Continue expanding the influence of the Crimson Mage Tower. I want it to rival the scale of the White Tower." Li De's tone brooked no argument.
To expand production capacity, sufficient manpower—mage apprentices—was necessary.
Having witnessed the money-making potential of magic scrolls, he certainly wouldn't stand still. Dawn City required massive investments, and no amount of money was too much for him.
He was building an entire city alone, after all—the financial pressure was immense.
"Yes, Lord Li De."
Vina gazed at the domineering and resolute Li De, her eyes filled with admiration.
After Vina left, Li De looked at the five oak chests placed on the floor of his study, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. These were today's earnings in Gold Pucks.
Snap~
With a snap of his fingers, a translucent Mage Hand appeared, opening each oak chest one by one.
Swish~
Under the warm yellow glow of the magical lamps, the golden light from the stacks of Gold Pucks instantly filled the room.
Even though he'd seen this scene countless times, it still brought a smile to his lips every time.
The dazzling sight was deeply satisfying. No wonder dragons loved hoarding gold and gems—it felt great just looking at it.
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Over the next two days, a message spread wildly among Green City's mercenaries, adventurers, and various professionals.
In the southern district, the Crimson Mage Tower was selling large quantities of cheap, powerful magic scrolls.
Some wealthy individuals personally tested the scrolls' potency and found them undiminished, further fueling the buzz.
The news made many professionals with spare cash eager to act.
Magic scrolls were invaluable—one extra scroll meant one extra life. Everyone except spellcasters took this news seriously.
Due to the mass sale of affordable, high-quality magic scrolls, the Crimson Mage Tower was thrust into the spotlight amid widespread discussion.
Not only did it spark conversations among professionals, but major merchant guilds and nobles also turned their attention to the Crimson Mage Tower.
However, notably, few nobles commented publicly. The influential merchant guilds and nobles were waiting for the stance of a key figure.
The White Tower.
Upon hearing the news that the Crimson Mage Tower was selling large quantities of magic scrolls, Spark Ross was equally astonished.
By his estimation, even if Li De had obtained the Magic Scroll Production Techniques, stable production would take at least three to five years.
Training a mage capable of consistently producing magic scrolls wasn't an easy feat.
So how had he suddenly produced so many? Had this brat robbed a dragon's hoard?
"Delly, do you know what kind of commotion this Kachar whelp has caused? How could he produce so many magic scrolls in such a short time?"
Spark turned to glance at the shadowy corner, his face showing frustration. His disciple seemed increasingly inscrutable.
From the unseen corner came a cold voice.
"My lord, this disciple of yours is no ordinary person. Perhaps you shouldn't judge him by conventional standards.
After all, not everyone can improve magic models after becoming an Advanced Mage."
Hearing this, Spark burst into hearty laughter. Though he had taught Li De very little, he was still his disciple, and anything that reflected well on him was a source of pride.
"Alright, then let him be. Send word to the major noble families that the White Tower is involved in the Crimson Mage Tower's sale of scrolls. Beyond that, let him handle the rest."
"As you command, my lord."
Once the presence in the room vanished, Spark picked up the red wine from the white maple table and took a luxurious sip.
Burp~
With a burp, the disheveled Spark, his nose red from drinking, rubbed his messy hair. His deep, piercing eyes, incongruous with his unkempt appearance, peered through the transparent glass window at the moonlit scenery outside.
Green City under the moonlight had a hazy beauty, like the silver gown of the Moon Goddess cascading down, enveloping the entire city.
A profound glint passed through his eyes.
Kachar, my disciple. The path must ultimately be walked alone.
I hope that one day, you will grow stronger than the White Tower.