Chapter Sixty-Five: Mercy as Radiant as the Sun, Utterly Free of Selfishness

At their current rate of dissemination, it’s likely that in six days they’ll have reached only a few tens of millions at best… But that’s still far too few; it won’t change anything. With this in mind, Colin’s thoughts turned, preparing to release information.

He bore the mark of the Red Name… When posting information, his name could not be concealed; his words would appear in every survivor’s info bar, his unique Red Name serving as a warning to all. Coupled with the vast number of “followers” he commanded, his messages could instantly ignite a topic in the world channel—used wisely, enough to sweep away malaise and shift the prevailing mood.

Of course, the price of being a Red Name was forfeiting the ability to purchase world channel broadcast horns. Thus, he was truly limited to a single daily message, each requiring careful composition.

But compared to the immense benefits, all these “limitations” were negligible. Were it not for the looming threat of sanction, Colin might have suspected the system was giving him a personal advantage.

Soon, the frequency of pessimistic chat updates noticeably slowed, for a message appeared before everyone’s eyes.

The red-lettered message was sent by Colin!

“To prepare for the disaster six days hence, I will do my utmost to provide a little help to everyone.

First, the blood upgrade formula: [1ml of ordinary filthy blood + 300ml of dim filthy blood = 101ml of ordinary filthy blood; burns for three hours, illuminates an area of about 300 square meters; recommended for groups of 14–17]. I will sell ordinary filthy blood in bulk and long-term at a ratio of 1 ordinary to 5 dim.

Also, [1ml of rare filthy blood + 300ml of ordinary dim filthy blood = 101ml of rare filthy blood; burns for six hours, illuminates an area of about 700 square meters; recommended for groups of 14–32]. The price for ‘100ml of rare filthy blood’ is (‘1000ml of ordinary filthy blood’ + 10 Mist Points). Please choose according to your needs and abilities.

Second, I will freely share the synthesis formulas for buildings such as war vehicles, floating islands, underground fortresses, and level-three territories.

The formula for a level-one war vehicle is as follows...

The formula for a floating island is as follows...

The formula for an underground fortress is as follows...

The synthesis formula for a level-three territory is as follows...

Third, I encourage everyone to form alliances, pooling your strength together—but beware those with ill intentions.

If anyone shares my region, you’re welcome to come find me anytime. I have ten war vehicles, hot weapons, several temporary level-two territories, and one level-three territory. Whether you seek shelter, alliance, or wish to join me, all are welcome…”

“Lastly, if anyone is willing, please help spread the knowledge of ordinary filthy blood, so that everyone may grow, and kindly help repost this.”

With the arrival of this message, the world channel’s flashing slowed, as if masses were reading the information. Not long after, as people finished reading, the chat exploded.

“So ordinary blood can illuminate such a wide area? The system’s labels never said! I thought it was just a bit brighter…”

“The big boss is really out here saving the world! Sob sob, he truly watches over us suffering souls—worthy of the title leader…”

“Ten war vehicles… the big boss is terrifyingly strong!”

“Brothers, it’s time to get stronger! Charge! Don’t let the big boss down!”

“Damn, isn’t it supposed to be 1ml of ordinary filthy blood for 5ml of dim? Can’t buy it at all!”

“What the hell! It’s me again!!! Who is it? Who?! Someone’s pricing ordinary blood at a hundred loaves of black bread per ml! Don’t let me find you, I swear I’ll use my plunger on your ass!”

“Damn, 1ml of ordinary blood priced at five hundred sheets of steel? This guy’s crazy!”

“Are they nuts? I worked so hard to upgrade to ordinary blood, finally got an advantage, and now you’re ruining it? Deserved to be sanctioned!”

“Just hype, after all—if they’re truly kind, why not give away 1ml apiece? How much could they give? And rare blood, ha, not even hiding it anymore.”

“Here we go, classic twenty billion, fourteen billion people, one billion each, and six billion left over.”

“The boss’s rare blood is priced high so you idiots recognize your limits. Didn’t you see three hundred ordinary exchanged for rare blood only burns six hours?”

“Don’t mind these fools, they have no brains. Praise the merciful Lord Colin (1/1)!”

…

Shortly after Colin’s informative message, the price of ordinary blood soared; 1:5 was impossible to find. Supply far exceeded demand in the short term, and prices shot up madly.

Of course, as a sincere person, Colin would not break his word for such trivial profit. He arranged for someone to substitute for him, continuously supplying ordinary filthy blood at the promised 1:5 ratio.

Every gift represented a measure of mercy.

But to honor freedom, Colin would not force the other survivors under his command to do likewise. Their 1:100 or 1:200 listings on the trading market had nothing to do with Colin.

At this moment, Colin had nearly all survivors participating in what could only be described as a frenzied feast!

Under the lure of enormous profits, everyone set their blood prices in a frenzy and immediately threw them onto the market.

If you know what you’re selling, it takes less than a second by thought alone.

This wild trading lasted nearly an hour before finally drawing to a close.

By then, thanks to various factors, blood prices finally stabilized at a steady 1:4.

Even rare blood dropped below Colin’s initial price, with an exchange rate of about 1:5 and no extras included.

Undoubtedly, the falling prices signified something crucial: in just about an hour, at least a tenth—perhaps more—of the world’s several billion people had gained access to ordinary blood.

And this was in only an hour; ordinary filthy blood had spread at a rate even Colin could not have imagined…

Those thirty-some milliliters of “rare filthy blood” from the “Silent Watcher” would cultivate thousands and thousands of powerful lords…

Afterward, Colin and his party tallied their spoils; their grins stretched to their ears.

In that single hour, their dozen or so survivors had earned over fifty thousand milliliters of dim filthy blood…

Countless quantities of iron ore and other vital materials.

Moreover, Colin had just cornered a large batch of slaves, ensuring he wouldn’t suffer from the coming surge in slave prices.

Colin slumped into his chair, his earlier gloom cured by his adorable “fans”…

He’d been forcibly healed by the immense harvest…

His spirits simply couldn’t be dampened.

Damn, reaping these “scallions” was even faster than robbing banks.

Reading words of thanks to him in the chat channel, Colin murmured to himself: I only did a small, insignificant thing…

For the sake of harvesting more scallions in the future, Colin felt it necessary to make saving the world his top priority…

Just then, Number Two quietly approached, leading people onto the war vehicle, whispering in Colin’s ear, “Lord, we’ve found the mine.”