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Chapter 458 Getting Rich
"Mr. Ant, are you there? We are representatives of the Saudi Public Investment Fund (PIF) and would like to discuss cooperation with you."

"Let me go first! We are the Qatar Investment Authority (QIA)."

"Ahem, Brother Ant, do you remember me? I'm Cliff from the [Amalgam] Guild, now representing BlackRock Fund Management Ltd. You're an outstanding extraordinary individual and entrepreneur, and BlackRock is eager to work with you to reach new heights."

A few days later, the entrance to Casting Star Anvil was still bustling with activity. A group of business elites in suits blocked the entrance, making it impossible for ordinary customers to squeeze in.

Meanwhile, in the office of Casting Star Anvil, Gray Rain, wearing noise-canceling headphones and a massage eye mask, lay in a specially reinforced executive chair, listening to a radio program.

Li Sheng stayed in the automated warehouse, wearing work gloves, and continued to fix the screws on the severely damaged six-legged self-propelled artillery without fail.

This trip to London can be described as a case of "ten years of working on screws and no one caring, but one day I made a lightning-fast elbow strike and the world knows."

The vast majority of player forums are discussing this matter, with conspiracy theories and urban legends flying around, and "insider information" and rumors circulating everywhere.

In the communication panel, many friends I had added before sent messages, subtly inquiring about the matter.

Li Sheng's response was "uh," no response, read but not replied.

According to the magical contract he signed with the clock tower, the conflict and contradictions came to an end.

The higher-ups at the Clock Tower must not meddle with these insignificant figures in any way. In exchange, Li Sheng will provide the antidote for the [Primordial Era] virus, which will be distributed throughout London by the GOC.

This incident was so significant that it can be considered the most far-reaching event in the past two years in terms of its impact on the real world, bar none.

To suppress the news, the GOC deployed a swarm of airships and sent paratroopers to control London's main transportation routes.
Taking advantage of the city's massive power outage and the fact that network communications had not yet been restored, the city was locked down.

GOC contacted mainstream media around the world and explained to people in other parts of the world that "London has experienced its first major earthquake in more than four hundred years."

Meanwhile, GOC operators quickly entered the field, spreading the [Primordial Era] virus antidote and memory eraser through artificial rain and aerial spraying.

The memory eraser is primarily targeted at neighborhoods where superhumans have witnessed combat, resetting all witnesses' memories to a point one day prior.

They were later told that the earthquake had damaged underground gas pipelines in London, and they had inadvertently inhaled toxic gases such as natural gas, which caused them to lose their memory.

Yet again, natural gas has borne the brunt of everything.

The entire cleanup operation will likely take at least two more months, but the GOC is not at a loss either. The British government was almost paralyzed and had no choice but to cede a significant portion of its national sovereignty to the United Nations.

On the forum, some players even considered this event to be a turning point in human civilization.

For the first time in history, a single superhuman has publicly challenged one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council and emerged victorious.

Its significance and far-reaching impact are so profound that even from the present perspective, we cannot fully grasp its full scope.

The contradictions of human civilization over the past ten thousand years have been between slave owners and slaves, landlords and tenant farmers, colonizers and the colonized, and capitalists and workers. They have been rooted in ethnicity, nation, race, belief, and interests.

No matter how sharp the contradictions or how intense the conflicts, they always occur between human beings.

The torrential rains in London, however, foreshadowed a new chapter in history—not only were ordinary people incredibly vulnerable in the face of superhumans, but sovereign states composed of ordinary people, which in the past symbolized absolute collective power, appeared so bloated and clumsy in the face of superhumans who wielded special violence.

A chasm, a formidable barrier, silently lies between ordinary people and the extraordinary. Some players, who thrive on chaos, might see this as a boon. Chaos is a ladder to advancement; the more chaotic the situation, the more apparent their own value and their value in uniting others.

However, many more sober players keenly perceived the risks and horrors involved—if national structures collapse rapidly and international order crumbles instantly, plunging the world into chaos and disorder, it would be far from a good thing for superhumans.

It will only quickly degenerate into a dark forest where the strong rule everything, and there will always be stronger superhumans who will oppress both lower-level superhumans and ordinary people equally.

"Tsk."

Li Sheng clicked his tongue. As the one who orchestrated this incident, he didn't have many thoughts on it. What concerned him was mainly...
"This tank is way too damn hard to repair!"

All fifty or sixty severely damaged hexa-legged self-propelled artillery pieces required manual repair, with hands smoking from tightening screws.

Li Sheng lay on the skateboard, pushed off the ground with both hands, slid out from under the tank, got up and walked to the giant aquarium.

Large groups of bodies were disassembled into several pieces by the assembled dolls and soaked in various aquariums filled with nutrient solution. Each limb showed signs of severe mutation.

At the microscopic level, a large immune system is working hard to eliminate the cells that have become distorted and twisted due to the intravenous injection of 1000ml of Qilin blood.

Tumors appear and disappear, and reappear as soon as they disappear. The most severely affected cancerous areas resemble bunches of grapes hanging from a tree, a truly shocking sight.

"Big Group, you've worked hard. Here's an extra treat for you."

Moved, Li Sheng patted the glass wall of the aquarium and poured in a bucket of glucose and animal serum.

Besides his self-propelled artillery and large mechanized forces, he had used up all the [Ten-Ingredient Tonic] he had been relying on, and his last [Summoning Spell: Manor Guardian] was also used up, resulting in a huge loss.

But correspondingly, the gains were unprecedented.

Li Sheng turned to look at the corner of the warehouse, which was piled high with the spoils that Hui Yu had seized from the British Museum—this girl had stopped by the British Museum on her way to hunt down the judge and Thompson.

The Dunhuang murals, the Rosetta Stone which helped decipher ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the 5th-century BC Parthenon sculptures, and the 9th-century BC Assyrian winged lion statues.
The former British Empire amassed a staggering eight million artifacts through colonial plunder and illegal acquisition across the world.

Perhaps knowing they were too hated, the British authorities didn't dare to store these artifacts in the slums. This benefited Grey Rain, who took advantage of the situation and, using the automated warehouse, swept through the museums by referring to the offline version of TikTok videos introducing key artifacts.

What goes around comes around; no amount of money can be made as fast as robbing the British Museum as robbing a bank!
Looking at the overflowing collection in the corner, Li Sheng sighed sincerely, "It takes a thousand days to nurture ashes, but only one moment to use them."

Although, according to the standards of a toy factory, only artifacts of great historical significance can be squeezed into concepts, little by little, it is more than enough to make up for the losses of items like the "Ten-Ingredient Tonic" and "Manor Guard"!
Those artifacts that cannot be extracted into terms of concepts or unique features can be returned to the country in question.

For example, Greece, Egypt, Italy, India, and so on.

Local players would probably be very willing to pay to redeem the artifacts—the cultural treasures of this world and their counterparts in the scenario world are ultimately not the same thing psychologically.

"I've made so much money, I don't even know how to spend it! I'll buy a Nokia with my left hand and a Motorola with my right!"

Li Sheng pondered adding a chicken leg to Hui Yu's meal tonight, humming an old song, feeling the joy of a bountiful harvest, like a farmer inspecting a wheat field.

At that moment, the friends panel rang again.

(End of this chapter)