"Uncle.. you really advanced?" Tom thought her ears were playing tricks on her. Uncle Harland took a deep breath to control his excitement. "Yes. Yes my dear niece. I have indeed advanced!" "But.. wasn't the bottle neck difficult to break through?" Tom felt lost. Things were just happening too fast, making her unable to digest them all at once. Uncle Harland held up Drew's antidote with an ambigous smile. "Although the antidote is pretty mediocre, like an utter piece of trash to me, it's quality is top notch. It was all thanks to it that i got an ephiphany just now" "Are you sure it was that kid who brewed this antidote?" "Uncle, he brewed it on the spot" Tom replied. "If what you said is right, then whoever thought that kid is a total monster! he might even be a diamond tier Divine Physician".. "Thank you all for making out time to attend this meeting" Drew cleared his throat. He was seated at the head of a large discussion table.Amelia stood besides him, while the un
Drew swaggered in like he was taking a radom stroll at disney land. "How did you get here so fast? where are my boys outside?!" Sir Elon unconsciously took a step back. After the whopping he suffered at Drew's hands, he had unkowingly developed an inner fear towards him. "They won't be waking up anytime soon. Though, it seems that there's an interesting show going up" Drew grinned when he saw the line up. "Drew give it up. Mr. Elon is a member of the Pluto Kings guild. Although you are stronger than each of us present here, you are just a slightly stronger ant when compared to the Pluto Kings guild" "Yeah! Mr. Elon is our only true boss. Did you think a stranger like you can snatch away that position?" The various underworld bosses chastized Drew, while supporting Sir Elon. Many of them started off as street hustlers, causing the 'survival of the fittest' and 'go with the flow' rule. Since Sir Elon had an even more stronger reinforcements than Drew, the didn't mind latching on
"Since we are all present. We can begin the meeting" Mr. Walters led Malcom X to the head chair, much to the astonishment of those present in the conference room. After sitting besides Malcom X, Mr. Walters began speaking. "As we all know, our Red Mist Auction house has always dominated the auction market for years. Although it is a good thing, versality in business venture is important" "So, what are your plans?" a share holder, Mr. Chris interrupted. Mr. Walters smiled, not taking an offense to the abrupt interruption. "You all must have heard of the Three Crowns corporation right? this man besides me is an envoy from Three Crowns corporation" When the various high ranking staffs and share holders heard these words, they sucked in a mouthful. Three Crown Corporation! it was a global hegemon and was the solid number one company in the country! Although Red Mist Auction House were regarded as a powerhouse, they were nothing before the former."Oh, I hope sir didn't take offens
Grand Patriarch?! Jeff and some of the onlookers gawked as they witnessed the sight of Becky bowing before Drew. "Hm?" Drew couldn't react for a bit. Afterall, he was anticipating Becky's attack from the get-go. "Grand Patriarch? what Grand Patriarch? Boss are you okay?" Jeff rushed over to Becky, intending to check whether her temperature was right. "Leave us!" Beck gave him a sharp glare before respectfully addressing Drew. "This way Grand Patriarch" The crowd watched with astonishment as Becky respectfully led Drew into the hotel. However, the most confused of them all was Jeff. He had been a member of Pluto King guild for quite a number of years, and yet, this was his first time seeing Becky acting subserviently towards somebody... "Alright spit it out. Who are you?' Drew finall asked after Becky led him into a secret compartment. He was extremely relaxed, unafrahd of an unexpected silent ambush. The distance between his strength and the other party was just too vast!
"Are all your stuffs so expensive?" Drew complained. He was currently a level one Octavus ranker. The Octavus rank was a the next rank higher than the Decimus rank. Just like the Decimus rank, the Octavus rank had twenty levels! To advance to the next level would cost Drew one thousand deci points! As for his skillls, *Shamanic Medicine* was at level 3. Leveling it any further would cost the whooping of twenty thousand deci points. Drew felt that the way Amelia spent money was too slow. He wanted to speed things up! Since he didn't have any deci points available, he put the issue of purchasing the skill on hold. At that moment, Amelia walked into the office, smartly dressed in a business suit and skirt while hugging a brown file to her chest. When Drew saw her, a smile played on his lips. "What?" Amelia glared at him suspiciously. "Hehe. Nothing. Just that you look more CEO Amelia to me" Drew grinned cheekily. "Tch" Amelia rolled her eyes."You are very weird. Others would d
Two days after Dremelia Investment Group had their first employment batch, a juicy news began circulating. According to the Employees, they all recieved a welcome bonus of ten thousand dollars! both from the office staffs down to even the security men. Such level of generousity further garnered the attention of unemployed graduates who began flocking over. Too bad that there was no longer an employment slot available... Drew parked his car at a restaurant. These previous two days that passed saw him thoroughly digesting the knowledge that came with the *Business Acumen* skill. It was a shame that he couldn't level up the skill since the next level up cost ten thousand deci points! Walking into the restaurant, Drew scanned the place with his sharp gaze before making his way over towards a table occupied by a middle aged pot bellied man in business suit. "You must be Mr. Drew?" the middle aged pot-bellied man smiled warmly at Drew.His name was Marcus Jonas, the manager of Trib
"Don't you dare touch me brute! or you won't be able to withstand the consequences!" the smartly clad youth warned threatened with a shaky voice. "Oh? what can you do? your body guards are too weak to even give me a threat. Do you believe I can just smack you to death here and now?" Drew teased. However, the smartly clad young man thought he was being serious, causing his legs to go soft as droplets of urine leaked out of his pants. "Eww" Charlie's face scrunched up in disgust, causing the smartly clad youth to feel like burrowing a hole underground and hiding in it. "Hey! that is enough!" the lean man with a crafty look finally said, now flanked by two hefty looking men. While Drew and the smartly clad youth were engaged in their scuffle, he had secretly requested for back up. "Do you know the consequences of making trouble on this farm huh?" "Oh?" Seeing that Drew remained unfazed agitated the lean crafty looking man."Not only is this farm a property of Dremelia Investment
A twenty something year old Octavus ranker?! just how did this guy cultivate? "Ole mister. You have sharp eyes" Drew didn't bother denying, since he felt no potential threats from Mr. Weath. "Boy, what is your background?" Mr. Weath stared at Drew curiously, his eyes boring into him like they were trying to pry open all his secrets. "I doubt you would want to find out" Drew smiled mysteriously, causing the young man who was previously wooing Charlotte, to huff with displeasure. "Tch. Do you have an idea who my master is? let me tell you now.. He's Lord Silver Dragon, one of the country's ten greatest war Generals. They are few people whom my master shows respect for, and your lousy background dosen't count" "Oh? and who might you be?" "Heh! My name is Zeal, Lord Silver Dragon's ninth and last disciple!" Zeal's cheeks flushed with pride as he introduced himself. Whenever he did so, all his peers would start singing him praises and trying to curry some favors.The Ten Dragon Gene