What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 407. Expensive Tickets, the Astral Charity Association

The emperor, accompanied by two electors, walked directly through the Milky Way. Beneath their feet was an exquisite and luxurious yacht, filled with invited nobles.

Although Atreus and Tiria tried their best to stand up straight, they still felt there was a fundamental difference between them and the Emperor, like the difference between a higher civilization and beasts.

Is the greatness of approaching the truth really that terrifying?

Are legends all like trembling kittens and puppies?

"Why are you all trembling so much?" The emperor turned around abruptly and clicked his tongue. "You are the chosen emperors of the empire, qualified to compete for this position in the future. Trembling like this is not acceptable."

Although the emperor spoke in a very casual tone, Atreus and Tiria still couldn't help but sweat; it was an instinctive physical reaction that they couldn't control.

The emperor glanced at the two of them and shook his head: "This starry river is far too long. I can't wait to see what kind of fun things his grandson has made."

He casually stretched out his hand and made a light swipe.

The starlight was directly torn apart by an overwhelming force.

The pitch-black shadow instantly formed a void, sucking them all in. The nobles on the yacht below screamed – could this be a Star Cave disaster?

That terrifying black hole that is said to be able to absorb everything.

But before they could even scream a few times, the dark rift spat them out, and the magnificent and sacred ring of creation was right in front of them, with the sun encircled by the ring radiating a golden-orange glow.

"A bunch of useless trash," the emperor cursed, then said to the void before him, "You spineless cowards, you're quite a laughingstock."

An old man with white hair walked out of the void.

He looked at the emperor: "Why aren't you hiding on your Gaia? What are you doing here in the Creation Ring? Do you want to experience the power of the ring's movement and the sun's might?"

The Star Council and the Starsea Empire's royal family appear to be on good terms, but if given the chance to bury each other, they would be faster than anyone else. It is truly rare to see an emperor come alone to the enemy's headquarters.

"Oh, you can give it a try."

Without a word, the emperor simply reached out and beckoned to Atreus and Tiria, and their family heirlooms, the bow and spear, fell into his hands.

The robust emperor gazed at the rings of creation with eager anticipation: "I've heard the legend of shooting down the sun during my travels. I wonder if I can do it now."

He even drew his bow and spear and aimed it at the sun.

The artifact, which once belonged to a powerful god of the main god level, suddenly emitted a sound of being overwhelmed, as if it were about to break.

The Speaker's eyelids twitched.

This emperor is exactly the same as before, like a madman.

If he were to venture into the unknown astral realm in pursuit of truth and greatness, who would have the power to suppress or stop him?

The old man couldn't help but sigh, then raised his hand, and the light of the elements silently surrounded the area, forming layer upon layer of prismatic walls that stretched to infinity.

The emperor then took the opportunity to loosen the bowstring.

The spear, enveloped in a crimson light, vanished in an instant.

"Boom!"

The elemental walls were destroyed by the spears, and the enormous sound, accompanied by an elemental storm, was comparable to a sudden solar wind erupting among the stars. The multicolored light carried the power to destroy civilization.

Tiria and Atreus exchanged a glance and silently took out their artifacts for defense.

The storm blew past the emperor and the council speaker, but their robes and hems didn't budge. The former even laughed heartily: "It's only because you've made me stop suppressing my power that I can act. If you were dead, it would be quite boring."

The Speaker of Parliament remained silent, only staring at the Emperor.

After being stared at for a while, the emperor touched his nose, casually tossed the bow and spear to the two electors who were still somewhat dazed under the protection of the divine artifact, and then put his arm around the council speaker's shoulder.

"Let's go, didn't you want to keep an eye on me so I wouldn't cause any trouble?"

"And while we're at it, let's see how Arcadia's grandson is doing."

He used the council president's authority to teleport directly to the entrance of module 10085, rudely pushing aside the nobles who were queuing up, shouting as he did so:

"Get out of the way!"

"I'm Atreus's uncle! This is Tiria's cousin!"

"Who dares to stop me! I'll send them to your homes to demand an explanation!"

And so he pushed aside a group of nobles who dared not speak out, and, with a speechless-looking councilor whose appearance and physique had changed, swaggered into the world named "Eden".

The entrance is located on a high cliff.

Standing here, you can see all the completed scenery—at first glance, it's unremarkable, even ordinary: rolling forests and meadows, lakes surrounded by seas of flowers, plum blossoms covered in snow in the distance, and a huge waterfall...

It's a very natural scene.

It has not undergone any magic or human embellishment.

But the emperor and the councilor were well aware that some places were simply impossible to achieve, yet those landscapes showed no signs of human interference.

They had seen countless miraculous and magnificent sights in the sea of ​​stars, and they could freely control elements and magic to create some divine landscapes. Yet, it was this natural scenery that moved them.

"It must be interference with the consciousness of another plane."

"The Titans' canopy? Or the epic poems of Arcadia?"

Both of them suddenly became interested and slowly walked down the wooden ladder made of intertwined trees beside the cliff. A cool breeze carrying the moist mist common in the forest brushed against their faces.

It clearly has some energizing and refreshing properties.

The amazing thing is that these powers come from the trees and mist in the forest, a magic formed by nature, without any trace of human intervention. They calmly enjoy these powers, even though they are truly insignificant to them.

After descending the ladder, you'll find yourself on a forest path. The path isn't paved with stones or anything; it's simply covered by dense, low shrubs.

Walking through the woods, all you can hear is the wind rustling through the leaves, the flowing stream, and the calls of birds and animals.

"not bad."

"If I could, I would buy a house here."

The emperor was walking slowly when a commotion suddenly came from behind him—several young noblemen were shouting and pulling at the bushes and flowering trees along the roadside.

"Make a flower wreath!"

"Haha, everyone knows you're trying to seduce Betty's daughter."

"Then hurry up and help me pull it!"

The poor shrub was instantly torn down, and the tiny, bell-like flowers on the flowering tree fell like rain, instantly ruining the originally natural and harmonious scenery and making people inexplicably annoyed.

His eyes sharpened instantly, and he pointed a finger lightly.

The pitch-black light crushed them instantly, leaving not a single fragment behind, as if they had been sucked into a black hole. The black hole then fell onto the emperor's fingertips, where he casually crushed it.

"A pile of rubbish."

"I wonder whose child this is. His parents are sent to the border to reclaim wasteland. If they can't find the Gaia plane, they'll never be able to return to the empire's homeland."

The Emperor's will was transmitted directly back to the Imperial Heraldry in the empire through the brooch he wore on his chest. No matter whose child Tiria and Atreia invited, even if it was a royal duke, they would definitely be in trouble.

The Speaker of the Council felt a little regretful at the Emperor's swift and decisive handling of the situation: "I originally wanted to intervene, but this is, after all, the territory of the Star Council."

"You think you need to lift a finger to embarrass me?"

The two bantered amongst themselves and soon arrived at the entrance to Eden Mansion.

This is a wooden house.

The interior is simply decorated with wood, nothing special, and there are even bear skins and deer antlers hanging on the walls.

It was... quite novel, like a hunter's house, completely lacking the luxurious and exquisite feel I had expected.

An elf saw them and went to greet them.

It radiates a blue aura, and its appearance can only be described as very humanoid, but its smile is quite infectious: "Welcome to our Eden vacation, our two guests."

Our price here is 130 magic crystals per hour.

"Would you like to use magic crystals or exchange materials? We can process either one immediately."

This price is simply outrageous. You have to understand that the first phase of Eden Mansion that Kroya built in the Underworld only costs 10,000 level 1 magic crystals per hour, but here it's a hundred times more expensive.

But this place is not open to ordinary people; it is targeted at a group of rich, foolish, and pretentious nobles and foreigners.

If you lower the price and lower the entry barrier, they will think that the place is low-class.

Besides, if the two chosen emperors go to such lengths to bring people here, and all they get in return is a pittance, it would be a laughing stock for half the star realm.

As for the soldiers and officers who need to recuperate, they go through other channels, which involves personal relationships. Of course, they won't have a price tag like this, so there's no need to mention it.

The emperor and the council speaker exchanged a glance, and the latter readily produced some precious magical materials: "Can we exchange them?"

"Of course." The elf led them to a balance scale, on one side of which was a perfectly round golden bead, radiating a dazzling golden luster.

"Yo, Primordial Gold."

"The price of this thing has remained stable since its inception."

The emperor raised an eyebrow thoughtfully and said, "Arcadia's grandson is connected to that box from the Holy Spring Merchant Guild? Old man, is there something you haven't told me?"

The council speaker gave him a dismissive look: "What's it to you?"

The emperor disagreed: "If you really had a good relationship with him, you wouldn't act like this. I actually think highly of him. If he's willing to come to the empire, he can choose any position he wants. After a few generations of management, becoming a member of the imperial family wouldn't be a problem."

Anyone would be unable to hold back if their partner was poached in public. The Speaker of the Council glanced coldly at the Emperor, took the ticket crystal card (whose value had been measured in gold), and left in a huff.

The emperor was left standing there, completely ignored.

The elf next to him blinked and looked at him.

He wasn't angry or anything; he casually took out a few elemental crystal cores formed after the plane collapsed from his pocket and tossed them onto the scales.

After assessing the value of the gold, the elf handed him a ticket card: "Once you officially enter Eden Mansion, you can freely visit and tour anywhere, but some places require you to manage your own land to earn Eden coins in order to unlock them."

Have a great time! If you need any assistance, please feel free to contact us through the Eden Terminal.

The emperor waved his hand and took the crystal card inside. While looking at the Eden Terminal on his wrist, which resembled a watch, he looked up at the sky.

"Constellations in the deep sky."

"Tsk... It reminds me of that god with a harp and a golden bow whom my ancestors once defeated. What is that old bastard Arcadia doing?"

He quickly grasped the rules of the game and eagerly began managing his land, buying all sorts of pay-to-win items without hesitation, and occasionally showing off to the council president next door.

Meanwhile, the main group of nobles finally arrived, checked in one by one, enjoyed the natural scenery while spending money to buy all sorts of items, and cursed for not being allowed to buy everything at once.

The desire to compete reaches its peak here.

You should know that those who come here are all nobles with whom Tiria and Atreus have carefully selected them. They are friends and enemies, and some of the noble ladies are even more so than others. They want to have what you have, and they want it to be better than yours!

Under such circumstances, spending money on in-game purchases naturally becomes a very normal choice.

The revenue table summarized by Taling for the first day of the park's opening kept climbing in Kroya's mind, as if it were on steroids. Even Kroya thought the numbers were a bit exaggerated.

"They're really stupid and have too much money," he couldn't help but mutter.

Seeing this, the middle-aged, thin woman sitting opposite him continued to probe indirectly: "Dear Mage Kroya, I have already spoken with you about the current state of the Astral Plane. Too many civilizations and planes are suffering, and I hope you can lend a helping hand."

Kroya couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

The woman in front of him was a member of one of the two most terrifying organizations in the astral realm, the Astral Compassionate Society. She had come to persuade Kroya to do good deeds—that is, to donate money.

I have no idea how she found out I was here, and she even blocked the door, ignoring the laws of some planes, like a ghost.

Well, to put it simply, Cloa still harbors a bit of distrust towards charities; who knows where her donated money ends up?

If he can really do good deeds, he won't be stingy with a little money.

But the question is, will you really be able to use your money effectively?

His face already showed some impatience: "Ms. Salia, I think I have made myself very clear. I need the financial expenditures of your Astral Compassion Society, as well as statistics on the support provided to each plane."

"If you can't provide these things, I'm worried about whether my money will reach its intended purpose. It's getting late; let me have someone escort you out!"

If it weren't for the fact that the Astral Compassion Society was too powerful to mess with, he would have kicked this guy out long ago. He was still waiting to fix some bugs in Eden Mansion.

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(End of this chapter)