Chapter 1910 God Of Wealth

Chapter 1910 God Of Wealth

"Your majesty, the Sands of Time is a huge success! Look! Look, your majesty, these are the stats!" The Prime Manager Salvador, overseeing all Sands of Time activities, was now smiling so hard his mouth looked like it was about to tear. Never in his life, seen someone make money as fast as his Majesty Landon. God of Wealth... God of Wealth! After spending almost a year working on this project with his Majesty, he became even more convinced that his majesty was a true God of Wealth.

If they're short on money for the project, his majesty would come up with some ingenious publicity idea to generate the amount they needed. Salvador raised his chest high when reporting how much they've made in just the first 3 days of opening. "11,857,090 BAYS, your Majesty!" Mind you, this was the takeaway after all hotels have taken their own chunks out.

11 million Bays was equivalent to 100 billion to people in today's era. 11 million... 11 million... Although most nobles had coins and treasures worth this amount or even higher, one still has to be amazed by his Majesty Landon's way of making money. He made this in just 3 days. Then imagine how much he can make by the end of summer? Although storing wealth in a treasure room or vault was a great idea, many people have slowly understood that as time goes on, the value diminishes. You might find it hard to believe, but most nobles across the many UN empires have been secretly sending their coins to Baymard's high-tech secure vaults. Once in the vaults, their money yields them interest every day, month and year. Many had also subconsciously evacuated Baymard to safety. Who has ever succeeded in robbing Baymard's bank? (QwQ)

It took Landon several seconds to completely digest the news. Gakhahahhahahahhah~

Landon jumped on his table and began laughing like an evil Lord. Space... Space... They were finally headed for space. Miranda stared at her boss but didn't think his actions were childish. Do you know what going to space meant? This.. this alone will solve all the doubts many had over the years. Several people called his majesty Landon's theories blasphemous, refusing to believe that the world was round as a ball. Flat! Flat, flat... they truly believed the world was flat, and wasted no time clashing words with his majesty every chance they got. It was ironic that they believed the moon was round and the sun was round too. But for some reason, it seemed so unbelievable to think their world was round too. "Impossible! Impossible! If Hertfilia is indeed round, then I will eat my own shit!" "Exactly! What a preposterous theory. How can it be round? If that were true, wouldn't we be sliding off the world with every step we took?" "That's what I said. And have you ever seen a fish stand tall on a ball? Ants can move along a ball because of their sticky legs and abilities. But what about humans? We have nothing of that sort. If the world were truly round, we would have fallen off into the starry skies ages ago." "Again, what's all this talk about the atmosphere outside being unbreathable? I don't believe it! Such a beautiful atmosphere filled with stars won't be more than breathable. It must also be very comfortable." "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!"

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Every year in the annual atmospheric exchange between Treaty and non treaty signed empires, several people would always wallow themselves in a hot debate to prove their point. Many people were still under the impression that the world was flat, even some from the Treaty-signed empires. But in the end, seeing is believing. Only when they go to the moon and see what it looks like from there, will the long time feud about the shape of the world end. Landon had to say that he was looking forward to that day more and more. But while Landon was marveling at the upcoming shock he would plunge the world into, a sharp static noise from his walkie talkie suddenly left him rushing. [This is Golden Eye x032, calling in x001... The Egg has cracked its core... I repeat, the egg has cracked its core!]