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"Master, what's wrong?" Seeing the master pacing back and forth in the room, the member of the Alban family also felt a little panicked.

Could it be that my subordinates didn't handle things well?
“Every time I try to teach you more about the family’s collection of books and knowledge, you don’t listen. Now you can only watch helplessly.” The patriarch snorted coldly, seemingly very dissatisfied.

"The Alban family has hundreds of thousands of books in their collection. We can learn almost all the knowledge in the world. Any one of these books would be worth a fortune outside. However, you, an ignorant fellow, don't care at all. You are hopeless."

The head of the Alban family snorted coldly twice in dissatisfaction, which made the family's intelligence agent shrink back.

In this world, knowledge is valuable, and also very expensive.

For those gangsters, they basically only know a hundred or so everyday words, and the books they read are mostly just some gang rules and words about loyalty. They have no right to be educated. The fact that they know a little everyday writing is because the nobles need them to keep accounts and do calculations.

This knowledge, which would attract countless people to fight over, especially the occult knowledge, has been gathering dust in the family's library.

"You must know how our Alban family rose to prominence and became the world's leading noble family," the family head said.

"It was Miss Harley Alban, the head of our family, who invested in the one true god in the world when she was young, which is why our Alban family has been able to continue for four hundred years..." He slowly recited the contents of the book.

“Don’t you still remember?” the patriarch said with great dissatisfaction. “And now, my investment could very well allow our Alban family to prosper for another 400 years, and our branch in Roland City might even replace the main family and become the true Alban main family.”

In the Albanian family, the main residence was located in Tulip City, more than 200 kilometers away from Roland City.

In almost every other city in the surrounding area, there is a branch of the Alban family who has become the head of the family, both for the purpose of expanding the family and for the purpose of controlling more resources.

With more resources, the family can thrive.

They were merely members of this branch of the Roland City family; there were dozens of such branch families in the Albanian family.

He wanted to return to the main family and become a powerful figure there; at the very least, he wanted to ensure that his branch of the family would prosper even more.

Instead of being ridiculed by other branch families every time they returned to the main house to perform sacrificial rites.

Previously, he thought that the Akatsuki organization had a maximum of about 10,000 people, and the maximum strength granted by the imprint was at most the hero level. Therefore, he was only interested and could just send someone from his family to arrange a marriage.

In reality, they were just treating Xue's Law as a high-level enforcer.

But now, the situation is completely different, because the Akatsuki organization has reached the level of 10, and the power of the imprints has not decreased, but has become stronger and stronger. Some of the first batch of legendary members are even approaching the level of quasi-4th rank.

This was completely different from what he had guessed. Having just awakened and developed his abilities to this extent in just over a day, it was something that the head of the Alban family would never have dared to imagine.

He immediately thought of Harley Albann, the patriarch of the family 400 years ago, and the story of Mephisto, the god of mischief.

In this Akatsuki leader, he seemed to see the shadow of the former God of Deception, which is why he now said that there was no sincerity and that sending a member of a clan to marry was too reckless.

We shouldn't treat him as a henchman; we should invest in him like a master of investment tricks.

"Bring Bailey to see me." He stated his daughter's name directly. For now, he was prepared to make his most important gamble here: to sell his daughter in exchange for future development.

Even if he loses the bet, he won't lose out. At the very least, he will have an army of 100,000 heroes, which is already a formidable fighting force.

Even if it means sacrificing his own daughter to gain the loyalty of 100,000 people, it would still be a pure win.

……

Meanwhile, the gang war in Roland City continues.

The girls held sweet bread in their hands, topped with cream. Even though it had been in their pockets for a long time and had hardened, the taste of the bread still captivated them.

"Sister, is this really bread for us to eat?" the little girls they had just rescued asked timidly.

The Akatsuki members fell silent.

They are a team of nine, eight women and one man. However, before yesterday, they were nine all-male best friends, the kind of kids who survived by picking up trash, stealing things, and rummaging through garbage cans in the red-light district.

Although the oldest among them is only 16 years old, in order to survive, they have already developed a ruthless skill in stealing money in this world.

In such a life, a piece of black bread mixed with sand and sawdust would be the most abundant food a day.

But in an instant, their lives changed dramatically. All of them, these petty thieves, were caught by the gang, forcibly castrated, and given sex-changing drugs, turning them into girls.

Even if the person who wasn't given the gender-changing drug was already genitalless, he was simply rescued before he could be given the drug.

So when the little girls called them "sisters," the nine-person team felt very uncomfortable, as if ants were crawling on them.

“Eat up, we have plenty more. Our leader is a true god, the god of the new world. If you join Akatsuki, we'll have endless bread and water—not those black breads mixed with sawdust and sand, but golden soft bread with cream and lettuce…” The “leader” smiled and patted the little girls as she spoke.
"So, are you willing to join the Akatsuki organization?" she continued, trying to recruit more members.

The little girls who had just been rescued still had longing in their eyes, but the leader quickly became wary and asked, "Big sister, what is the price?"

"The price? It's to serve our leader, Lord Camille of the New World, for the rest of your lives, and each of you must rescue at least three children in the same situation as you," she said.

Such a price and conditions actually relieved them, and they said, "Big sister, then we've decided to join the Akatsuki."

"Snapped!"

The mark was imprinted on them, and these dozen or so children became their downlines.

And soon, this leader felt the feedback of power; she had now reached Tier 3, which is the legendary level!

This was also a plan devised by their team: to prioritize supplying one person with each of their downlines, nurturing them into a legendary level, and granting them the ability to essentially roam freely in the remote city of Roland.

Then, let those who become legends first lead others to become legends, and gradually elevate everyone to the legendary level.

In just one day, their nine-person team recruited more than a hundred downlines, and their leader has now become a legendary figure.

"Big sister, how does it feel to be a legend?" someone joked.

"Awesome! So awesome it's like I'm about to explode! Don't worry, I'll be a Legend in a day, and I'll have plenty of time to help you guys become Legends too. Once this is over, we'll go find some good wine and drink until we drop." She finished speaking with a smile, then noticed that her newly joined downlines were looking at her with a mixture of fear and confusion.

That's when I realized I'd become a woman, but I couldn't change my old habits so quickly...

After being buddies for over a decade, this is my first time being a buddy, and I'm still not quite used to it...

“Alright, you should head east first. There will be logistics personnel there to take you back to the Akatsuki base. There will be a speech by the leader, and plenty of bread and clean water.” Another Akatsuki girl patted them and said with a smile.

"The sisters are leaving to do something important at the city lord's mansion. You must also remember that after becoming official members of Akatsuki, you must rescue more children who have suffered the same fate as you." Finally, the eldest sister patted their heads and told them to go back to the base.

Actually, they also have their own selfish motives. If their downlines develop new downlines, they can also get a little bit of profit. Although it's not much, they might as well take advantage of this free money.

So when the group of children who had just joined the Akatsuki arrived at the designated meeting point, they were indeed greeted by Akatsuki members who were waiting there with a large amount of bread and water.

They had another great meal, and there were many other children like them. This small stronghold now had nearly a thousand people, and the number was still growing. They were preparing to head to the Akatsuki's base.

“We will make the world a world full of flowers, where none of us will worry about being kidnapped or when we will become corpses in the sewers. We will have an endless supply of soft bread and will no longer need to fight with wild dogs for black bread mixed with sand and sawdust.”

"The future of the Akatsuki is the future we want."

"We can definitely make a world full of flowers a reality!"

I don’t know if it was Xue’s Law who started it, but other members of the Akatsuki organization also particularly like giving speeches, especially these kids who have just joined the Akatsuki organization and are still very confused and apprehensive about the future.

However, the speech was very effective; after just a few words, the children's eyes showed longing.

"Does such a world, full of flowers, really exist? We all live in a safe world with endless bread and water... Does such a wonderful world really exist?" a little girl asked.

"We don't have it yet, but we will definitely have it in our hands, and we will definitely achieve it!" said the Akatsuki elder.

Yes, that kind of future will definitely come true!
Once they had enough people, they headed towards the base. There were dozens of such gathering points for the children throughout Roland City, and every few hours a former squad would be brought back to the Akatsuki.

They only need a few hours to familiarize themselves with the power of the inscription before they can don a black robe with red clouds or take on the inscription emblem and become official members of the Akatsuki organization.

This is why the number of members in the Akatsuki organization increased exponentially.

In fact, they don't need Xue's Law to grant them heroic powers; just bread and water are enough to win over more than 90% of the children.

Meanwhile, in the consciousness space, a withered branch of the divine tree rapidly transformed into a large quantity of bread.

If Xue's Law were to cast the Bread Spell just once, a section of the withered branch of the Divine Tree would be removed, and several tons of bread and water would be produced.

Faust watched this scene in silence. The magic circle for the bread spell was right in front of his little cabin; he could see it as soon as he went out.

Even this withered branch is still used by Xue's Law to this day, and it seems that it could easily support hundreds of times more people.

Faust looked up at the divine tree. This withered branch was nothing to it, barely a drop in the ocean, like a dandruff flake. Yet, hundreds of tons of such branches, through the magic of bread-making, could easily supply 100,000 people…

In fact, because the raw material for this golden bread is the sacred tree, the children can get enough energy for the whole day by eating just a little bit, and they even have a bit of an energy surplus.

Conversely, what limits current bread production is the bread-making technique level according to Xue's Law.

Xue's bread-making technique originated from the Evil Eye, or rather, from Old Grimm. In the past, when he could materialize his illusions, he could summon bread giants weighing hundreds of tons at once.

However, now, a single spell can only produce a few tons, and that's only if the divine tree branches provide a continuous supply of raw materials.

He slashed open a portal with two strikes, instantly sending the bread into the base.

"Have you learned the art of bread making?" The little witch had also left the academy and come here to see the bread production workshop.

She now knows where Xue Dinglu's supply of tons of bread to her dorm came from...

Su Su didn't mind. She casually picked up a fresh bread that had just been transformed by the bread magic. It was still soft and warm, and the cream and lettuce on top were very fresh.

Unlike those left in dorm rooms, even though this stuff doesn't have an expiration date, the cream there has solidified.

Su Su, who was devouring her bread, continued to ask, "Hey, you newbie, have you learned it yet? I want to taste the difference between your bread-making skills and my brother Lu's."

“No,” Faust said. He was really scratching his head looking at this kind of fantasy magic, which was completely different from the mysterious academic principles he was most familiar with.

"Food..." Su Su glanced at him disdainfully, then went to eat her rice.

She is now connected to more than 100,000 people, which means that more than 100,000 people are seeking her help, and this has already put a little burden on her.

It's like how you used to only need one loaf of bread per meal, but now you need to eat two loaves.

However, the little witch didn't care. In fact, the fact that she could eat as much as she wanted without gaining weight made her love eating even more.

"Why don't you learn?" Xue Dinglu immediately glared at Su Su.

She shrank back as if she'd been bullied, then stubbornly said, "If I could learn it, why would I still be here... Brother, you know I'm a world-class protected waste..."

Xue Law: "..."

After there wasn't much else to do here, Su Su went back to her dorm room to relax and lounge around, and also grabbed a whole bag of freshly baked Divine Tree bread.

Meanwhile, Xue Dinglu began chanting again.

"Breadmaking Technique!"

The branches of the divine tree in the magic circle quickly turned into small pieces, and each piece fermented rapidly, turning into standard bread rolls. This time, about 2 tons of bread appeared as the main product, and about 3 tons of clean water appeared as a byproduct.

As Faust watched this scene, his eyes fell on Xue Lude, and for some reason, he thought of his student Mephistopheles.

"Sigh, you'd better hurry up and learn the bread-making technique, or at least learn how to use the magic circle I drew," Xue Dinglu sighed.

"I...I'll try my best..." Faust said, somewhat embarrassed.

However, looking at Xue's law, Faust could not connect him with the "apostle" in his stereotype.

In fact, he could easily feed more than 100,000 people with just a few casual moves. If he were to exert his full strength, how many people could he support?
Billions? Or tens of billions?
Faust could hardly imagine it, but Mephistopheles, also an apostle, should be able to easily achieve such a miracle.

Mephisto might even have done better.

However, he chose to let the world become what it is, beyond the control of even prostitutes and gangsters.

Or perhaps it was the prostitutes and gangsters he allowed to run rampant...

Faust remained silent, then silently watched the spell of the bread-making technique.

In fact, he was already able to cast the Bread spell in a simple way, but of course, he could only do it within the magic circle drawn by Xue Lude. However, his control was too poor, and he was already exerting all his strength just to control the small pieces of bread that the divine tree had turned into.

In the end, what he produced was a solid loaf of bread as hard as wood.

It had the kind of hardness that could make baguettes and rye bread cry on Earth. After taking a few bites, Xue Dinglu said, "You need to practice more. Even a dog wouldn't eat this."

Faust picked up the bread he had made and took two bites. He felt a phantom pain in his teeth. Even though he was now a spirit, he could still sense the loosening and groaning of his teeth.

"Sigh, my soul and body aren't in sync right now, it's so annoying. If I were in my prime, I could probably make dozens of tons in one go..." Xue Dinglu sighed.

Faust fell silent. He looked outside and saw that in the dead of night, Roland City was still ablaze with fire.

He also looked in the direction of the hymn gathering.

"Mephisto, you clearly have the ability to do everything right—creating food, reforming the world—these are all things that would be easy for you. So why did you let the world become like this?"

"Don't tell me you really think that overly radical changes will cause social chaos?"

"Or are you simply evil?"

Faust did not know the answer to this question, and perhaps he never would.

Watching Xue Lude diligently making bread and then distributing it as wages to the Akatsuki members, seeing the smiles on the children's faces, those genuine, hopeful, loving, and respectful looks...

Just a day before, they were scavengers at the bottom of society, barely surviving by scavenging garbage; prostitutes about to be sold to the red-light district; castrated boys; or perhaps they had already begun taking on clients from their mothers' generation and started working as prostitutes.

But now, they all share the same identity: members of the Akatsuki organization. They have a common goal: to create a world filled with flowers.

And you became the obstacle on this path.

"Mephisto, your teacher is coming to kill you!"

……

Roland, the Albanian family.

"Master, it's already 12... At this rate, the entire Roland City will become Akatsuki territory tomorrow..." the intelligence officer continued.

The head of the Alban family tapped his fingers incessantly on the table as he continued to ask, "Where did their food and water come from? Does the mob have that much in its inventory?"

"No, they were eating soft bread, which seemed to be freshly baked. Each of them brought some bread and water, and they would go to the nearest gathering point to get more when they ran out." Even this intelligence officer was a little surprised.

"Ha, does the leader of the Akatsuki organization still have the technique to make bread?" The head of the Alban family could only guess at this possibility.

After all, as the local tyrant of Roland City, he should have known about the sudden appearance of so much bread long ago.

But now, with so much bread appearing out of thin air, he could immediately guess that it was the work of the Akatsuki leader.

However, this ability is useful to the poor and working-class, but not very useful to them.

The Alban family always had more bread than they could finish, so they would throw it into the ditch or give it to the stray dogs outside.

What he values ​​more is the kind of mark that can grant power to others.

"Have you found that Akatsuki inscription?" the family head continued to ask.

“We’ve found it. Our scouts at the front have roughly drawn out the corresponding pattern. It should be some kind of mystical engraving pattern, but we’ve tried to follow it many times without success.” He handed a copy of the engraving pattern to the head of the Alban family.

Then, the head of the Alban family was stunned the moment he saw the inscription, and then frowned, feeling that something was very wrong.

"What's wrong, patriarch?"

“I seem to recognize the structure of this engraving. Let me think, isn’t this a technique for borrowing power?” He immediately realized why some of the patterns, logic, and structure looked familiar.

"But how could it be borrowing power? Who could possibly supply power to more than 100,000 people at the same time? Even the God of Tricks, could he do that?" Alban immediately began to doubt whether he had seen it wrong.

They could never imagine that there was a vessel for the Little Witch's world consciousness. Such an existence would be considered bizarre in any world, especially one with so much energy that it was inexhaustible. Even if there were hundreds of thousands of people, or even several times that, it would only mean that Su Su could eat a few more divine tree breads at once.

Furthermore, not everyone is constantly using their power. Su Su only starts consuming energy during battles, but the battle time is estimated to be less than 10%. Therefore, even if the amount of energy were increased several dozen times, Su Su would still eat and drink as usual, as if nothing had happened.

As long as not many people use their power at the same time, blocking the connection channel, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Ultimately, the head of the Alban family was limited by his limited perspective.

Beside him, a haughty young lady with long, straight black hair began to whine, "Father, I don't want to marry that lowly commoner... Can't we have someone else? Please, Father, I really don't want to be a commoner's wife..." (End of Chapter)