123: Chapter 0123 Great Victory

Calvin's neck turned as stiffly as a rusty sorcery gear, meeting Li Size's faint, mocking smile.

Li Size slowly descended the granite-inlaid steps, tapping Calvin's shoulder with his palm, which still carried the faint lingering traces of Demonic Energy.

"Mr. Calvin, what brings you here?

Are you here to congratulate me on resuming production?"

Calvin's throat tightened as if strangled by sorcery vines, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word for a long time.

Staring at the confidence and mockery in Li Size's eyes, he suddenly realized, as if struck by lightning sorcery:

He had been played from start to finish.

Li Size hadn't surrendered at all; instead, he had secretly set a sorcery trap, waiting to deal him a fatal blow.

At this thought, Calvin's fists clenched until they cracked, his knuckles turning a pale white like sorcery crystals, yet he could only watch helplessly as Li Size turned to cheer with the workers.

The roar of the sorcery machine tools in the factory seemed to become the ultimate irony directed at him.

He thought of the over one hundred thousand gold coins he had invested, nearly twenty thousand of which were his entire life savings, all because he had intended to make a fortune from sorcery raw Materials.

At this thought, his chest felt as if it had been struck by a sorcery heavy hammer; in a dazed state, he was supported by his employees and placed into a witch box to return to his hotel in Gele City.

Calvin slumped onto the sorcery leather sofa in his hotel suite, his tie hanging crookedly around his neck, the veins at his temples throbbing like pulsing runes.

He had just downed half a glass of iced whiskey, but the burning sensation in his throat couldn't suppress the stifling frustration in his heart.

The scene at Gray Mist Mountain Town was stuck in his mind like a sorcery projection:

Li Size's smile, the workers' cheers, and those endless sorcery raw Materials—every single one of them mocked his stupidity.

With a "bang," the suite door was thrown open, and his young secretary rushed in frantically in her sorcery high heels.

The copy of the Ge Le City Business Gazette in her hand was nearly crumpled to pieces:

"Chairman! This is bad! Look at this, quickly!"

She thrust the newspaper in front of Calvin, her voice carrying a hint of a sob:

"The military...

The military has signed a five-year exclusive procurement agreement with Li Size!

They're even using sorcery raw Materials as the settlement condition!"

Calvin's fingers trembled like frozen sorcery metal as he gripped the edge of the newspaper; when his gaze swept over the headline, his pupils suddenly constricted to the size of needlepoints.

"Five years... exclusive... sorcery raw Materials settlement..."

He muttered the words repeatedly as the newspaper slid onto the rune carpet with a rustle.

A chill surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head; he suddenly understood that not only had Li Size not collapsed, but he had leveraged the momentum from the military to firmly establish his footing.

"Impossible... This is impossible!"

Calvin lunged up from the sofa, grabbed the sorcery crystal ashtray from the table, and smashed it against the floor, sending shards flying everywhere.

He stared at the photograph of himself and the Chamber of Commerce Elders on the wall, but in his mind, the image of Li Size riding the Blue Star witchcraft motorcycle appeared:

That blue light was no escape; it was clearly a sorcery signal proclaiming victory.

The secretary cowered in the corner, terrified and silent, watching Calvin pace the room like a trapped beast, repeatedly muttering:

"I lost... I've completely lost..."

In reality, Kelvin had other sorcery strike plans targeted at Li Size.

However, he had sunk too deep and lost too miserably in the struggle for raw Materials; with Li Size gaining the military's support, the tide had already turned, and no other plans could defeat him now.

Unlike Kelvin's utter despair, Li Size's side was filled with laughter and joy.

He had specifically called all four girls into the living room, which was decorated with sorcery runes...

Li Size smiled as he placed a heavy leather coin purse onto the rune oak table.

The mouth of the bag loosened, and several golden coins rolled out, shimmering with a warm glow under the sorcery candlelight.

"This time, we not only protected the invention rights for the little sorcerer donkey but also earned ten thousand gold coins."

His palm stroked the rune patterns on the tabletop:

"Lina, take these two thousand to give the Miners Brotherhood their bonuses.

They stayed up for ten nights straight; their contribution cannot be overlooked."

Lina hurriedly stood up; as she took the coin purse, the back of her hand brushed against Li Size's palm, and she flinched as if touched by sorcery static.

She stole a glance at Flora, and seeing that she hadn't noticed, she breathed a small sigh of relief, her cheeks flushing slightly:

"Tha—Thank you, Great Master!"

Li Size then took out four bags of five hundred gold coins each and pushed them toward the girls:

"As for the rest, five hundred for each of you four as a reward for your hard work."

Felina was quick to grab her bag and gave it a shake, the crisp clinking of the gold coins making her beam with joy.

She stood on her tiptoes and gave Li Size a kiss on the cheek:

"Husband is so generous!"

Gelia followed suit, leaving a soft kiss on his other cheek:

"Call me next time there's something this good!"

Flora blinked mischievously and nudged Lina with her elbow:

"What about you? Sister Lina, aren't you going to thank the Great Master?"

Lina's face instantly turned red to the roots of her hair; her fingers twisted the rune embroidery on her skirt, and when she peeked at Li Size, she happened to meet his gentle gaze, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Gritting her teeth, she gave him a quick peck on the chin before turning to hide behind Flora, the tips of her ears burning as if roasted by sorcery fire.

Li Size let out a low laugh, watching the girls play around, his heart filled with warmth.

Meanwhile, Lina hid behind Flora, peeking out with half her face, watching Li Size's profile as it blurred into a soft silhouette under the sorcery candlelight.

A strange feeling she hadn't even noticed herself suddenly sprouted in her heart:

It turned out that when the Great Master smiled, he was even brighter than a sorcery crystal.

Li Size bantered with the four girls for a while, and seeing that they were getting along harmoniously, he felt at ease and excused himself to the outside sorcery Laboratory on the pretext of designing a potion production line.

Pushing open the heavy sorcery oak door of the Laboratory, a scent mixing the fragrance of magic potions with the cold metallic air wafted over him, with faint fluctuations of Demonic Energy still lingering in the air.

Hanging on the walls were the trophies Li Size had collected:

The conical fangs of a Terror Beast, soaked in sorcery preservative fluid, gleamed with dark gold patterns, with the "Zero Ring High-Rank" rune identifier carved at the base.

The complete head specimen of a Shadow Claw Wolf was encased in a sorcery crystal cover, its faint blue claw tips flashing with a cold light.

The petals of a Poison Vine Flower Demon were fixed by a rune formation, still retaining a faint purple fluorescence.

The leg specimens of a Shadow Spider Mother were strung together with silver wire, the barbs still bearing traces of un-faded venom.

In the center of the experimental table, a distiller inlaid with Searing Runes was slowly operating, with a light purple mental power amplification potion raw solution flowing through the transparent pipes.

Beside it, a crucible covered in runes still held lingering fluctuations of Demonic Energy.

On a metal rack in the corner, the design blueprints for an improved sorcery hand cannon were spread out, the weapon's Rune Array faintly flickering under the sorcery candlelight.

Li Size's palm brushed over these items, and he couldn't help but think back to the few months since his Transmigration into this world:

From an apprentice who initially barely survived by relying on the Pay-to-Win System, to now having his own Laboratory, securing the invention rights for the little sorcerer donkey, and even signing a procurement agreement with the military...

Pay-to-Win had brought him transformative changes!

The research and development of the mental power amplification potion and the improvement of the sorcery hand cannon—every step was inseparable from the high-rank sorcery knowledge derived through Pay-to-Win Analysis and deduction.

He looked at the golden coins on the experimental table, a smile spreading across his face:

The changes over these few months were more staggering than ten years of effort in his previous life, and all of this was only the beginning.

Having suddenly obtained 6,000 gold coins, he was no longer strapped for cash and couldn't help but want to go on a wild Pay-to-Win spree immediately.

He wondered to what heights he could elevate his sorcery strength!?