290: Dreamland Martial Arts Arena

Lin Ye knew his reputation was high, but he didn't expect it to be this high; the initial thousand spots for trial were surprisingly popular.

“Are they all foolishly rich? That’s a hundred million!” Lin Ye felt that money was just a number in some people’s eyes.

One hundred billion could buy resources to become Stellar River Level, but taking his class would cost all that money in a hundred years.

The reason he set the price so high was initially just a gimmick. Setting it high at first would raise people's expectations, and then offering a suitable discount when it was time to sign up would naturally increase the flow of people, wouldn't it?

“Boss, maybe we don’t need a discount anymore.” John swallowed, not expecting his boss’s reputation to be so high.

“I understand, then no discount.” Lin Ye said.

Hiding wealth among the people applies everywhere. Don't look at Serpentarius A District's taxes, which are two hundred trillion every hundred thousand years; that's because the tax rate is only ten percent.

This means that the tax paid to the Galaxy is only one-tenth of the tax collected by Ophiuchus itself.

And the tax rate Ophiuchus levies on the common people is generally between twenty and forty percent. Calculating this, the commercial income of a single Serpentarius A District over a hundred thousand years is approximately ten quadrillion.

It sounds a bit convoluted; in summary, the wealth among the common people exceeds your imagination. And there are also the earnings from ability users' adventures, which do not require tax reporting. The bulk of the wealth doesn't come from buying and selling, but from these ability users' adventures. Even when they sell their gains, there isn't much tax—who dares to collect taxes from violent groups?

Therefore, most of the wealth here is not owned by commoners, but by the top one percent; one percent of the rich control ninety-nine point nine percent of the wealth.

In this world where great power is concentrated in individuals, the wealth gap is too wide.

Of course, due to highly developed productivity, even zero point one percent of resources are enough to support ninety-nine percent of the population.

“They’re so enthusiastic, we can’t just trick them.” Lin Ye knew that this business was drawn in by his reputation.

If the education wasn't done well, there would definitely be a significant loss of students.

“I need to consider the educational model, and also, recruiting a group of excellent talents to help me is the way to go.”

His senior brothers and sisters had all advised him on these matters, suggesting it would be best to take those coaches as disciples, and then, once they matured, send them to establish branch halls in surrounding areas.

The teaching model is also very important.

As everyone knows, each person is unique, and training methods vary greatly for each individual. To design a reasonable plan, insight, experience, and knowledge are all indispensable.

Lin Ye, however, was considering a method that could suit the general public and reduce teaching pressure.

For this, he also had some ideas—the Dreamland Arena.

The Dreamland Arena was an ability gained after Little White’s dream skill reached its peak, and it was still very useful even for the current Lin Ye.

The virtual world has some functions similar to the Dreamland Arena; it can customize enemies, fight them, and gain experience.

But the virtual world lacks a very important thing—realism.

It cannot penetrate your body, and thus cannot tailor things to you, nor can it experiment when creating some dangerous skills.

Unlike the Dreamland Arena, which custom-builds models and can push them to their limits without issue.

“Perhaps I need to create something similar to the Dreamland Arena to enhance the martial hall’s competitiveness. No, creating it is difficult, but I can open up the permissions of my own dream!” Lin Ye thought excitedly.

Suddenly, he paused. Could the virtual world have been born this way too?

The so-called virtual world is not some technological or runic product, but a skill or domain of a supreme powerhouse.

But what kind of terrifying powerhouse could connect all races in the entire universe?

Lin Ye shook his head, dispelling the thoughts in his mind. If this were a skill or domain of a powerhouse, how powerful would that person have to be to achieve it? He leaned more towards it being a virtual creation of the Mechanical Clan.

After all, this is more reasonable; the abilities of the virtual world are not as strong as imagined, and are even inferior to dream skills.

With a general goal in mind, Lin Ye felt much more at ease in his actions.

Finding coaches was also simple; he just needed to look among the registered disciples of the Galaxy Lord.

The Galaxy Lord encompasses almost all the geniuses in the Galaxy; direct disciples each have their own territories and wouldn't come, but there are many registered disciples who have cultivated in the Galaxy Realm for a thousand years and then left, scattered throughout the Galaxy.

Lin Ye requested a list from the Galaxy Lord—such information concerning disciples would not be circulated.

The Galaxy Lord had no objection to him establishing a martial hall; teaching and learning from each other, and making money, it was a good job.

After obtaining the list, Lin Ye began to search for those he wanted.

First, he excluded those who hadn't reached Stellar River Level; these were relatively few, as one couldn't become a registered disciple if they couldn't break through to Stellar River. Of course, recent newcomers didn't count.

Then, he excluded those who couldn't be poached and had stable jobs.

He continued to exclude those with unsuitable personalities.

Then...

After Lin Ye’s processing, he found quite a few suitable candidates.

So, he sent invitations to these people—over one hundred thirty of them.

The estimated number of recruits was around ten.

..........

“Hmm?” Green Leaf was a registered disciple of the Galaxy Lord. He was exceptionally talented, only a hair's breadth away from the strongest in his batch. Unfortunately, he fell short; when he comprehended the laws, it had already been one hundred and one years since he entered the Galaxy Realm.

He regretted it, he was unwilling.

Why? It was just a little bit, why couldn't he do it?

If the difference had been too great, he would have accepted it, but it was just a tiny bit.

He became decadent, he degenerated, and afterward, he was like someone who had lost his parents, never smiling again.

Fortunately, he met her.

Green Leaf couldn't help but pinch the cheek of the young girl beside him.

“What are you doing?” The young girl pouted, looking very cute.

“Yunxi, did you receive Lin Ye’s invitation?” Green Leaf asked.

The young girl in front of him was of the same race as him, just a hundred years younger. She was also among the top five in her batch.

The two fellow villagers met, and tears welled up in their eyes; after some back and forth, they became familiar. It was Yunxi who accompanied him through that period of time.

“Oh, yes, I did. Why? Do you want to go?” The young girl smiled sweetly.

“Although Senior Brother Lin Ye is tens of thousands of years younger than us, his talent is exceptional. If we teach at his martial hall, even if we learn just a little bit, our strength can improve a lot. And looking at the benefits he offers, they are much higher than those of a typical Level Four martial hall.” Green Leaf said.

After he and Yunxi left the Galaxy Realm, they had no fixed abode, wandering everywhere, seeking opportunities to advance further.

“Hmm, Senior Brother Lin Ye is indeed formidable. A Stellar River Level fighting a Faith God. Even if we don’t learn much, just by using his name to open a branch hall, we can have a stable job and no longer need to wander.” Yunxi seriously considered the benefits.

Green Leaf's gaze softened, “Yunxi, I’m sorry, I’ve never given you a home. If we can be hired, let’s settle down, okay?”

“Hmm, I don’t blame you. Where you are is home.” Yunxi said softly.