I'm the King Of Technology

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)

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Every year, there are reports of bandits who merge together in hopes of robbing Baymard's vaults. Some of these bandits don't do it for the money, but for the fame or the pride of one day bragging to their bandit world that they succeeded in doing the undoable. Sadly, try as they might, they've never been able to make it past the bank's grand entrance way. Every year, Baymard ups their technologies, and before any of them knew it, they were caught and thrown into the Baymardian prisons. There were also female bandits who pretended to be ordinary civilians in the banks, with the sole purpose of being a distraction. They would come into the banks, claim to want to open an account, try their hardest to seduce the back tellers, hoping to get more information and report back to their bandit leader so their great heist can take place. Landon looked at the report with a slight nod. "Keep up the good work. People come for adventure and an immersive experience into a new world, which is what we will be giving them."

"Thank you, your Majesty." With that Manager Salvador exited the space, knowing he wasn't the only one scheduled to see his Majesty today. Many might look at the splendor of the crown but after seeing how busy his Majesty's as he felt repulsed by the thought of ever being a monarch. In fact, he didn't wish it for any of his descendants. 'Has being monarch always been this tasking? Then why do people fight and break legs over it?... masochists?' (?~?)

(-_-) [Alec Barn]: Is that what you think I hugged the throne for? … Landon looked out his window and sighed. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. And before Landon knew it, he received news that made his entire body swell up like a ball. In short, it was his secretary, Miranda, who was flying into his office with the news. She looked like she had seen the face of a Good, with how ecstatic she was. "Your Majesty… Your Majesty… The Space Station is finally completed!"

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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!]

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