Plans for the Future

Bai Mo doesn't care about such fools; the guys he's rejecting now are basically filthy beyond redemption.

The room fell silent again. Anastasia's eyes widened in surprise and astonishment. She had thought her Master was completely inept at political maneuvering, but it turned out she was surprisingly adept, even having prepared undercover agents.

He killed someone without hesitation, and everyone present felt a chill run down their spines.

Meanwhile, suspicious glances swept among everyone. How many of those around him had truly turned their attention to this person?

"Savior, please forgive my presumption, but I cannot tolerate such ungrateful wretch! Don't you even know who let the sun shine on this Daichi again?"

You greedy scoundrels, allowing you to stand here is the greatest favor I can bestow upon you. If the Savior were to kill you, could any of you resist?

If any fool dares to blaspheme this gift again, I will throw your entire race into the fire, and make you leave this warm world on the same path that the Savior walked!

The scene was somewhat beyond Bai Mo's expectations. So this is what political exchanges are supposed to be like? It feels like they just exchange greetings before starting a fight. And what's wrong with this guy? He's like a fanatic.

But let's treat them now; if this continues, some of the unfortunate ones will suffer internal bleeding and faint.

With a wave of his hand, Bai Mo caused the injuries on everyone's bodies to vanish like ashes, as if a spring rain had fallen.

'This is a combination of kindness and severity...'

This means that our lives are all in the hands of a single thought...

The powerful figures present all sighed deeply. In such a short time, Bai Mo had managed to bribe such a powerful individual. If we weren't still useful to him, he probably would have killed us without batting an eye...

"Everyone, listen up."

As soon as Bai Mo spoke, everyone present knelt down on one knee.

Sigh, I really don't want to see this kind of extreme worship...

"You can choose to retain your family's profits... but in the meantime, the Fantasy Tree will be completely nationalized, and anyone who dares to touch it will be dealt with by me."

Everyone felt a chill upon hearing this.

In this way, even secret cultivation is no longer possible; everyone's ranking can be seen at a glance. Anyone who subsequently improved their ranking has done so by utilizing the energy of the Fantasy Tree.

But after that initial show of force, who dares to say "no"?

Some people turned their attention to the strongest one, but he kept his head down and remained silent.

"Of course, I will also give you opportunities. This is precisely the time when the nation needs you. We will exchange future prosperity and the happiness of the people for time for you to cultivate with the Fantasy Tree."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up, their eyes gleaming.

As long as there is power, everything is negotiable. This is Bai Mo's idea: to gain power, there is only equivalent exchange. Of course, this requires these powerful individuals to exchange a large number of trivial matters that are insignificant to them for cultivation resources.

As for whether a genius or a powerful individual will emerge?

Even in the most glorious era, there weren't many supreme experts. In fact, many of them were reincarnations of the Primordial Spirit of those former powerful figures.

Moreover, unless one directly connects to the entire trunk of the Fantasy Tree, it is almost impossible to reach a cultivation level of 900,000. And this would be an incredibly long process, since it is not like the Magnetic Field World, where one can cultivate anytime, anywhere as long as the environment permits.

This may not be a good situation for these powerful individuals, but for the ordinary people here, it's an ideal outcome.

After a period of time, tasks such as land reclamation, dealing with monsters, cultivating crops, and developing people's livelihoods were assigned. These projects generally took at least thirty years.

Only one person remained motionless. Bai Mo looked at the person before him; he looked exactly the same as when they met in front of the Fantasy Tree.

"What are you up to?"

What do you need me to do?

Bai Mo sighed softly and said:

"I've said before, you choose your own life."

"Then grant me the right to oversee them, so that I may exert the full force I am capable of."

Well, that's really good; at least this person's loyalty is trustworthy.

"As you wish."

The man was overjoyed and prepared to kneel down and kowtow, but a gentle force lifted him up.

"You shouldn't kneel before me, just as ordinary people shouldn't kneel before you. You weren't born with this power; perhaps you were chosen by accident, but I hope you understand—"

Whether you were powerless in the past or now possess Magnetic Field Power, it is an indispensable part of your life. Losing it would mean forever losing your completeness.

These people were not born with Magnetic Field Power; most of them, like Chiyome, were suddenly approached by the Source of Power.

Therefore, they lead ordinary lives, which is the biggest difference between them and the people of the Magnetic Field World.

"In the future, if your hands are stained with the blood of innocents, or if you abuse your power..."

Bai Mo's voice turned cold, sending chills down the spines of all the powerful figures. It was as if a tiny insect had suddenly sensed the killing intent of a human, and some were even so terrified that they lost control of their bladders.

"Alright, anyone else have any objections? If not, leave your names for record-keeping and then leave."

A Magecraft scroll appeared on it; once signed, one would have to accept this system and be bound by it. The first person stretched out their hand and wrote—

Gochayev – 450,000 horsepower.

Then, holding the scroll, he walked up to each of the people one by one.

To Bai Mo's surprise, no one resisted much and all signed. After all, at least they could cultivate openly now, which was much better than during the Terrible Emperor's time.

As for the family's massive blood loss, that's not a problem.

Afterwards, Bai Mo looked at the thick scroll and handed it to Anastasia.

"You always surprise me. Is this really your first time getting involved in politics?"

"Indeed, it went much more smoothly than I expected, but such extreme worship isn't a good thing. I probably won't ask any more questions here from now on. Anastasia, I'll have to trouble you from now on."

"Well, that's what happens when I'm your Servant. Alright, let's go, the ball is about to begin. I hope you'll shine brightly at the banquet, my proud Master."

From now on, Bai Mo will spend most of his time outside. He needs to bind his current prestige to Anastasia so that people will respect and revere her, allowing her to maintain order until the civilization here can run on its own.