1360 Sentinel Legion Dungeon Opens! 124, A Master Has Arrived! Reputation Doesn't Distinguish

The wealth-chasing race in the Kakhovka region had gradually reached its climax. Investors clutching their "profit curve calculators" had become the latest social symbol overnight. They seemed to have formed a class of their own, always carrying their precious calculating orbs in their hands at every occasion and every hour, effortlessly attracting the attention of those around them.

It was just like some goddamn performance art.

These people grew wildly excited as the line kept rising. Like they had terminal ADHD, they repeatedly sprayed saliva as they preached the gospel of "wealth and commercial innovation" to everyone nearby. They peppered their speech with trendy buzzwords they had picked up from Mistsea Trading Company's pamphlets but barely understood, and under the halo of impending riches, easily became the coolest kids in the crowd.

It was a rather curious "Invincible War God in Bharat" effect, spreading so quickly and widely that it could even be described as a "wonderful ecological transformation."

At the sociological level, this "cultural phenomenon" had a precise explanation of its own. Unfortunately, no one was interested in such abstract concepts. Still, thanks to the tireless, "round-the-clock showboating" of these "star investors" and "grassroots promoters," the prosperity myth of Mistsea Trading Company—which was already all the rage in the Kakhovka region—spread further into the common folk.

They were like walking human loudspeakers, their faces radiating the pride of "I'm rich," as they reveled in the praise and attention of those around them.

This marvelous breeze of wealth had been seemingly and casually pushed along by countless unseen hands. It had blown all the way to distant Northwind Fort, where the great merchant houses in the Wolf Girl's capital had already caught wind of it and begun to stir. Especially after some genius casually brought it up at a gathering