Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

C-rank, Silver Sequence - Central Administrative Hall.

There was none of the pervasive smell of cheap engine oil found in the D-level Bronze Hall, nor the noisy hawking and hawking sounds of a vegetable market.

The air is filled with negative oxygen ions that have been triple-filtered. The dome is no longer a suffocating steel frame, but a deep starry sky, where occasionally a shooting star streaks across the sky, casting a soft silver glow.

The ground is paved with an expensive material called "stardust crystal," which makes no sound when stepped on and creates faint ripples.

Most of the seasoned veterans walking among them were in a hurry, each radiating an energy fluctuation that would suffocate ordinary people. Some were dressed in dazzling magical robes, while others were wrapped in sophisticated nanotech armor.

Zhang Yuan was sitting on a floating, semi-transparent crystal chair, holding a cup of "Tears of the Elf" black tea served by a waiter.

"The feeling of being waited on is definitely much better than fighting for a buffet down there."

He took a small sip of tea, adjusted his glasses, and looked up at the golden sphere floating in front of him—the advanced intelligent service terminal exclusive to the C-class train.

"Dear Mr. Zhang Yuan, the 'Godslayer,' your request has been accepted."

A melodious female voice emanated from the sphere of light, devoid of any mechanical coldness, "Based on your application, you will be creating a new guild organization. Please confirm your payment details again: 5000 reward points and one B-rank side quest."

5000 bonus points.

At the E and D levels, this is enough for a newbie to enhance all basic attributes to the human limit, or to buy a heavy weapon with unlimited ammo.

And a B-level side story.

This is a threshold that countless veterans risk their lives to challenge those of higher levels, and it is the hard currency for exchanging "rare bloodlines" or "core skills".

But at this moment, Zhang Yuan didn't even frown.

"Confirm payment".

With a light tap of his slender finger, the account balance plummeted instantly.

For those misers, this might be like cutting off a piece of their own flesh.

But for Zhang Yuan, this was merely the first batch of concrete to fall on the foundation of his "business empire."

[Consuming 3 C-rank side quests can be exchanged for 1 B-rank side quest.]

Payment successful!

Guild registration process initiated...

[Assigning station permissions...Silver Sequence No. 1024 Independent Carriage locked.]

[Congratulations! The guild "Heavenly Armed Forces" has been officially established!]

[Current Level: Lv.1 (Maximum Members: 20)]

As the notification sound faded, a badge radiating a platinum luster materialized out of thin air and slowly landed in Zhang Yuan's hand.

The badge features a cross entwined with thorns, against a background of two crossed guns and a warhammer, a design that is both sacred and violent, perfectly embodying Zhang Yuan's aesthetic.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling array of permission panels unfolded before him.

[Privilege 1: Independent Phase Space Base (including training grounds, living quarters, and meeting rooms).]

[Privilege Two: Public Warehouse System (Supports Remote Storage and Access)]

[Privilege Three: Cross-Tier Communication Channel (Ignoring Spatial Obstacles).]

[Privilege Four: Guild Tax and Contract Management System...]

Zhang Yuan's gaze instantly locked onto the fourth item.

He clicked on the subpage called "Tax Management," and looking at the default "0%" tax rate, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"0%? The train is so naively cute."

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuan reached out and flipped the number.

5%.

[WARNING: You are modifying the guild's base tax rate. This tax rate will apply to all guild members' total earnings from quest completions and selling items in the trading market. An excessively high tax rate may lead to decreased member loyalty or members leaving the guild. Confirm?]

"confirm."

Zhang Yuan responded calmly.

5% is the "golden ratio" he calculated meticulously. It avoids making members feel exploited like those large guilds that take 20% cut, while ensuring the guild (which is also himself) has a continuous cash flow.

As a capitalist determined to build a business empire in the cycle of reincarnation, he knew very well that if he wanted his employees to be willing to be exploited, he first had to make them unable to live without him.

"What is my biggest advantage right now?" Zhang Yuan asked himself.

"I have no script for the future, nor the power to reverse life and death."

"My strengths lie in 'numerical value' and 'rank'."

With his extremely high skill level and constitution bonus, a [Slow Heal] he casually casts can heal several times more than a D-rank priest.

The blue and purple equipment he discarded might be considered cheap knockoffs at a C-rank, but they're considered legendary items by a D-rank player.

"This is what 'overcapacity' means." Zhang Yuan smiled. "The amount of milk I don't need and the equipment I don't value are essential for them."

"Therefore, there's no need for anything fancy; the simplest 'leasing' is the most profitable business."

Zhang Yuan's fingers flew across the keyboard as he drafted two core [Guild Charter] rules:

Charter One: Sacred Armed Lease

[Pain Point]: What is the biggest cause of death for D-rank Reincarnators? It's poverty! They can't afford good armor, can't withstand a single hit from a BOSS, and end up spending all their earned points on potions, creating a vicious cycle.

[Solution]: The guild warehouse will open "C-rank equipment rental".

Zhang Yuan put the loot he obtained from C-rank dungeons, or the "outdated blue/purple gear" he bought at low prices in the C-rank market, into the guild warehouse.

Before each dungeon run, members can "rent" a C-tier defensive item by paying a very small amount of points (e.g., 50-100 points).

This is equivalent to letting a newbie with a wooden shield rent a riot shield for a pittance to fight monsters. With an increased survival rate, they naturally dare to desperately try to rack up points.

Of course, Zhang Yuan was well aware of the huge risks involved: the equipment could be lost.

If the tenant dies in the mission world, the equipment will be completely lost in the alternate dimension, which would be an irreparable bad debt.

"Therefore, this service must never be open to everyone." Zhang Yuan added a note in red text below the terms and conditions:

[Risk Control Terms]: Leasing access is only available to members with a credit rating of A or above.

"Just like actuaries at an insurance company, the guild will conduct a 'survival potential assessment' for each applicant beforehand." Zhang Yuan pushed up his glasses, a shrewd glint in his eyes.

"Only those with a stable personality, a safety net, or even just the ability to 'run fast' will be considered low-risk, high-quality clients and granted leasing rights."

"As for those hotheads who are easily swayed and clearly destined to be cannon fodder? Sorry, to prevent asset loss, the Holy Armed Forces lease is temporarily closed."

Charter Two: The Seal of Grace

[Pain Points]: Healers in random groups have low healing output and are prone to dying. Also, D-tier potions are ineffective.

[Solution]: Use a high-level blank scroll of rank C (purchased by Zhang Yuan) to seal his high-level skills in advance.

For example, the [High-Tier Weapon Blessing Scroll] or [Special Holy Water]. Outside, scrolls of this caliber are absolutely priceless and incredibly valuable – a true lifesaver.

Looking at these two privileges, Zhang Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

"With C-rank equipment protecting you and my high-multiplier buff, if you still can't get a high rating, then it just means you guys are hopeless."

"Since I've helped you significantly reduce supply costs and increase your survival rate..."

"Charging a 5% 'technical service fee' isn't unreasonable, is it?"

After setting all this up, Zhang Yuan stood up and straightened his platinum trench coat.

He walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at the data stream flowing like a galaxy below.

"The foundation is laid, and the cage is built."

Zhang Yuan took out a silver token engraved with complex runes from his storage space—[Squad Summoning Order (Cross-Rank Version)].

"Now, it's time to bring my family home."

He paused, then found the name in his contacts that was labeled "Old Bear (Backup Tank/Home Guard Captain)".

"As for the security team... it's time to send them an offer."