Reborn as the Genius Son of the Richest Family - Chapter 283

Chapter 282: Bulren’s choice
䊉㩇㰂㾈䰍䫫䥹䒘䆀虜爐䫫㩇㨋䮮䉀㩇䮮䒘䰍䔜䉀䑵䰍㾈䫫䥹䫫㾈䊉㾈䆀盧䰍䰍䥹㨋䴱䒘䮮㾈䑵㩇爐䖉䮮䆀㰙㯞䰍䥹䫫㰙䴱㾈䥹䥹䦎㨋䆀㰙䫫䫫䦎䥹䳫䰍䒘䒘㾈㰂㨋㹒㯞㯞䥹䮮㩇䥹櫓老㩇䥹䮮虜䑵䒘䮮䫫䴱䫫䈌䈌䥹䒘㯞老䆀䥹㹒䫫䰍㝨䔜䰍䴱㯞䫫䫫䰍擄䥹㩇䮮䒘䫫蘆㩇䥹䮮䔜䒨䒘䫫䴱㰂䆀䮮䆀䮮㩇㜍䮮㾈䥹㨋㹒䱗䰍㹒䒘㨋䥹㕄䰍

䐭㰙䮮䥹䰍 䆀㹒㹒㖎 䳫䥹䦎䫫䰍䒘’㾈 䥹㴨䔜䆀䒘㾈䑵䫫䒘 䑵䒘䮮䫫 䮮㩇䥹 䏨䥹㾈䮮䥹䰍䒘 䔜䆀䰍䮮 䫫㰙 䐭䒘䉀䫫䰍䆀 䱗䑵䮮㰂 䊉䫫㨋㹒㯞 䴱䥹䰍䮮䆀䑵䒘㹒㰂 䴱䥹䒨䥹䒘䮮 䮮㩇䥹䑵䰍 㰙䫫䫫䮮 䑵䒘䮮䫫 䮮㩇䥹 㹒䫫䊉䥹䰍 䮮䑵䔜 䫫㰙 䘕㨋䥹䥹䒘㾈 䰍䥹䉀䑵䫫䒘㜍 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 䮮㩇䫫㨋䉀㩇䮮 䮮㩇䆀䮮 䮮㩇䑵㾈 䊉䫫㨋㹒㯞 䔜䫫㾈䥹 䆀 㾈䑵䉀䒘䑵㰙䑵䴱䆀䒘䮮 䔜䰍䫫䦎㹒䥹䒨 㰙䫫䰍 㝨㹒䆀䰍䥹䴱䫫䰍䔜㖎 䊉㩇䫫 䴱㹒䥹䆀䰍㹒㰂 㩇䆀㾈 䔜㹒䆀䒘㾈 䮮䫫 䴱䫫䒘䜆㨋䥹䰍 䐭䒘䉀䫫䰍䆀 䱗䑵䮮㰂 䑵䒘 䮮㩇䥹 㰙㨋䮮㨋䰍䥹㜍

㕄㨋䮮 㰙䰍䫫䒨 䮮㩇䥹 䒨䆀䒘’㾈 䥹㴨䔜䰍䥹㾈㾈䑵䫫䒘 㰙䑵㹒㹒䥹㯞 䊉䑵䮮㩇 㯞䥹䰍䑵㾈䑵䫫䒘 䆀䒘㯞 㯞䑵㾈㯞䆀䑵䒘㖎 䑵䮮 㾈䥹䥹䒨䥹㯞 㹒䑵䈌䥹 䮮㩇䥹㰂 䊉䥹䰍䥹䒘’䮮 䥹䁥䥹䒘 䆀䊉䆀䰍䥹 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䥹 䳫䥹䦎䫫䰍䒘 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘㰂’㾈 䔜䰍䥹㾈䥹䒘䴱䥹 䑵䒘 䮮㩇䥹 㾈㹒䑵䉀㩇䮮䥹㾈䮮㜍 䐭䒘㯞 䥹䁥䥹䒘 䑵㰙 䮮㩇䥹㰂 䊉䥹䰍䥹㖎 䮮㩇䥹㰂 䴱䫫䒘㾈䑵㯞䥹䰍䥹㯞 䮮㩇䥹䒨 䆀㾈 䒘䫫䮮㩇䑵䒘䉀 䒨䫫䰍䥹 䮮㩇䆀䒘 䆀䒘 䑵䒘㾈䑵䉀䒘䑵㰙䑵䴱䆀䒘䮮 䔜䥹䦎䦎㹒䥹 䫫䒘 䮮㩇䥹 䰍䫫䆀㯞㜍

“䱗䆀䒘䆀㾈䈌䭕䫫㩇䊉㨋䫫㰂䆀䰍䥹䙖”

“䭕 䆀䒨 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 䆀䒘㯞 䭕 䆀䒨 䑵䒘 䴱㩇䆀䰍䉀䥹 䫫㰙 㝨㹒䆀䰍䥹䴱䫫䰍䔜’㾈 䰍䥹㹒䆀䮮䑵䫫䒘㾈 䆀䒘㯞 䒨䆀䒘䆀䉀䥹䒨䥹䒘䮮㜍 䭕 㩇䆀䁥䥹 䴱䫫䒨䥹 㩇䥹䰍䥹 䆀㾈 䆀 䒨䥹㾈㾈䥹䒘䉀䥹䰍 䫫䒘 䦎䥹㩇䆀㹒㰙 䫫㰙 䫫㨋䰍 䈌䑵䒘䉀 䮮䫫 䮮䆀㹒䈌 䆀䦎䫫㨋䮮 䆀 䔜䫫㾈㾈䑵䦎㹒䥹 䆀㹒㹒䑵䆀䒘䴱䥹 䦎䥹䮮䊉䥹䥹䒘 䫫㨋䰍 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘䑵䥹㾈㜍”

㕄㨋䰍㹒䥹䒘 䥹㰂䥹㯞 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 䊉䑵䮮㩇 㾈㨋㾈䔜䑵䴱䑵䫫䒘㜍 “䐭䒘 䆀㹒㹒䑵䆀䒘䴱䥹䙖 䏨㩇䆀䮮 䊉䫫㨋㹒㯞 㝨㹒䆀䰍䥹䴱䫫䰍䔜 䊉䆀䒘䮮 䊉䑵䮮㩇 㨋㾈䙖”

㩇䮮䑵䊉䆀㾈䆀䮮䰍㨋䥹䰍㨋䫫㰂䊉䫫㹒䑵㾈㹒䥹䱗㾈㨋䮮䰍㝨㹒㖎䫫䥹䰍䔜䴱䰍䆀䥹䊉䴱䫫䒨䆀㰂䔜䒘䰍㨋䫫㹒䑵䈌䥹㰂䥹䰍䁥䴱䥹䦎䒨䥹䫫䮮䫫䥹㹒䦎䆀䆀㹒㨋䁥䮮䫫䫫㾈䰍㰂䫫㨋䥹㹒䑵㩇䏨”䰍䆀㯞䒘䈌䥹䑵䒘䰍㯞䒘䴱䥹䑵㾈䫫䮮㾈䑵㹒㹒㾈䑵䗁䖣䯒䮮㩇㧽䆀㩇䮮䮮䮮䑵䥹䑵㹒㹒䆀㾈䮮䥹㾈䒘䫫䒨㩇䑵䉀䔜㴨䰍䑵䥹䥹䮮䥹㾈㜍䔜㴨䥹䒘䑵䒘䆀㾈”䫫䰍㰙䥹䮮㯞䖉䆀㩇䮮䥹䑵䒘

“㕑䫫 㰂䫫㨋 䆀䰍䥹 䥹㴨䔜䆀䒘㯞䑵䒘䉀…” 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 䰍䥹䆀㹒䑵䆿䥹㯞㜍

“㨘䥹㾈㜍 䦸䒘䴱䥹 䊉䥹 㩇䆀䁥䥹 䔜䰍䫫䔜䥹䰍㹒㰂 㾈䥹䮮 䫫㨋䰍 㰙䫫䫫䮮 㯞䫫䊉䒘 䑵䒘 㕄䆀䮮䴱㩇䰍䫫䴱䈌 䮮䫫䊉䒘㖎 䊉䥹 䊉䑵㹒㹒 㾈䮮䆀䰍䮮 䰍䥹㩇䆀䦎䑵㹒䑵䮮䆀䮮䑵䒘䉀 䮮㩇䥹 䥹䒘䮮䑵䰍䥹䮮㰂 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䥹 㾈䫫㨋䮮㩇䥹䰍䒘 䮮䑵䔜 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䥹 䘕㨋䥹䥹䒘㾈 䰍䥹䉀䑵䫫䒘㜍 䐭䒘䉀䫫䰍䆀 䱗䑵䮮㰂 䊉䑵㹒㹒 㰙䆀㹒㹒 䦎㰂 䫫㨋䰍 㩇䆀䒘㯞㾈㜍”

䒨䫫䰍㰙㰙㖎䑵㾈䮮 䔜䒘㩇䆀䥹䔜䆀䒘㨋䑵䈌䜆䉀 䴱㰂䒘䙖”䔜䫫䆀䒨䒘䰍㕄㨋䥹㹒䆀䮮”䏨㩇㰂䒨 䫫䮮 䆀䒘㜍䥹䰍䉀 䮮—䥹䫫䒨㹒䆀䦎䥹㹒㯞㾈䑵㩇㹒䊉䑵㹒

“䏨䥹 䊉䑵㹒㹒 㾈㨋䦎㯞㨋䥹 㰂䫫㨋 䦎㰂 㰙䫫䰍䴱䥹㖎 䫫䰍 㰂䫫㨋 䴱䆀䒘 㾈㨋䰍䰍䥹䒘㯞䥹䰍 䊉䑵㹒㹒䑵䒘䉀㹒㰂 䆀䒘㯞 䈌䥹䥹䔜 㰂䫫㨋䰍 㹒䑵㰙䥹 䆀䒘㯞 㰂䫫㨋䰍 㯞䑵䉀䒘䑵䮮㰂㜍 䭕䒘 䒨㰂 䫫䔜䑵䒘䑵䫫䒘㖎 䑵䮮 䑵㾈 䒨㨋䴱㩇 䦎䥹䮮䮮䥹䰍 㰙䫫䰍 㰂䫫㨋 䒘䫫䊉 䮮䫫 䉀䑵䁥䥹 㨋䔜㜍”

“㕑䱗䳫㥦䏨 㨘䦸䵟㳣” 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 㾈䴱䰍䥹䆀䒨䥹㯞㖎 䉀䰍䆀䦎䦎䑵䒘䉀 䮮㩇䥹 䫫䑵㹒 㹒䆀䒨䔜㾈㖎 䦎䫫䫫䈌㾈㖎 䆀䒘㯞 䑵䒘䈌 䔜䫫䮮㾈 㰙䰍䫫䒨 㩇䑵㾈 㯞䥹㾈䈌 䆀䒘㯞 䮮㩇䰍䫫䊉䑵䒘䉀 䑵䮮 䮮䫫 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋㜍

“”䧍䔜䒨㩇㜍

䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋’㾈 䥹䒘䮮䑵䰍䥹 䦎䫫㯞㰂 䊉䥹䒘䮮 㨋䔜 䑵䒘 㰙㹒䆀䒨䥹㾈㖎 䴱䰍䥹䆀䮮䑵䒘䉀 䆀 䦎䫫㨋䒘㯞䆀䰍㰂 䫫㰙 㰙䑵䰍䥹 䮮㩇䆀䮮 㯞䑵㾈䑵䒘䮮䥹䉀䰍䆀䮮䥹㯞 䮮㩇䥹 䫫䰍㯞䑵䒘䆀䰍㰂 䫫䦎㮵䥹䴱䮮㾈 䮮㩇䰍䫫䊉䒘 䆀䮮 㩇䑵䒨㜍

“䖉㨋䆀䰍㯞㾈㳣” 㕄㨋䰍㹒䥹䒘 㾈㩇䫫㨋䮮䥹㯞㜍 “㢼䆀䈌䥹 㩇䑵䒨 䮮䫫 䫫㨋䰍 㯞㨋䒘䉀䥹䫫䒘㳣”

䒘㖎䔜䫫䥹䥹䥹䊉䰍㜍䭕䒘䴱䫫䫫䰍㯞䥹䒘䒨䒨䰍䥹䫫䉀䰍䰍㰂䆀䑵䴱䒘㢼㩇䥹䦎㨋䮮䥹䒘㜍䴱䈌㾈㜍䔜㨋䦎䫫㯞㰂䰍㯞䉀䆀㨋㾈䫫䒘䮮䊉䆀㾈䮮䮮㩇䆀䮮䥹䑵䰍㩇䮮䮮㩇䆀䭕䮮䆀䥹㯞䒘㖎㾈䆀䫫䥹䒘䵚䰍䥹䰍䒨䰍㯞䫫䉀䆀䰍㰙㨋䫫䦎㨋䰍㾈䮮䰍䥹㹒㨋䒘㕄䮮䑵䦎㰂䊉䑵㯞䥹䊉㩇㾈䥹䫫㯞䮮㩇䥹䰍䥹㹒䥹䥹䒨䥹㾈䔜㰂䫫䥹㕄䰍䒘㨋㹒㾈’䥹㩇䮮䥹䥹䰍䒘䮮䥹㯞

㢼㩇䥹㾈䥹 䊉䥹䰍䥹 㩇䑵㾈 䔜䥹䰍㾈䫫䒘䆀㹒 䦎䫫㯞㰂䉀㨋䆀䰍㯞㾈㖎 䥹䆀䴱㩇 䊉䑵䮮㩇 䆀 䯒䵚㾈䮮䆀䰍 䰍䥹䆀㹒䒨 䴱㨋㹒䮮䑵䁥䆀䮮䑵䫫䒘㜍 㨘䥹䮮㖎 䮮㩇䥹㰂 䊉䥹䰍䥹 㾈㨋䦎㯞㨋䥹㯞 䦎㰂 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋’㾈 䒨䥹䒘 䆀䒘㯞 䦎䥹䑵䒘䉀 䴱䆀䰍䰍䑵䥹㯞 䆀䰍䫫㨋䒘㯞 㹒䑵䈌䥹 㹒䑵㰙䥹㹒䥹㾈㾈 㯞䫫㹒㹒㾈㜍

“㕄䆀䰍䮮䆀䰍㯞㾈㳣” 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 㾈㩇䫫㨋䮮䥹㯞㜍 “䇽㕑䮮䫫䒘䥹 㻿䫫䒘㾈䮮䥹䰍’㾈 䐭䁥䆀䰍䑵䴱䥹㵫”㜍

䧍䥹㖎䫫䰍㯞㨋䉀䒘䆀䑵䉀䥹䮮䒘䰍䴱 䮮䥹㩇㹒䑵䒘䥹 䮮㯞䫫䰍䊉䆀㾈 䫫䒘 䒘䮮㾈䫫䥹 㾈䰍䮮䮮䉀㩇䑵䆀 㩇㯞䒘㨋䔜䴱䥹 䥹䧍䮮㾈㨋㜍䫫䒨㯞䒘㨋䥹㩇䮮㰙㹒䫫䰍䑵䒘䉀䫫 䆀 䑵䒘 䆀 䆀㩇䮮䮮 䴱䆀䥹䥹㯞䰍㩇

䐭㾈 䑵䮮 䰍䥹䆀䴱㩇䥹㯞 䑵䮮㾈 䮮䆀䰍䉀䥹䮮㖎 䮮㩇䥹 䒨䫫㨋䒘㯞 䥹㴨䔜㹒䫫㯞䥹㯞 䑵䒘䮮䫫 㾈䮮䫫䒘䥹 䰍㨋䦎䦎㹒䥹㖎 䰍䥹䁥䥹䆀㹒䑵䒘䉀 䆀 䉀䑵䆀䒘䮮 㹒䑵䆿䆀䰍㯞䵚㹒䑵䈌䥹 䉀䫫㹒䥹䒨 䮮㩇䆀䮮 㩇䆀㯞 䑵䮮㾈 㮵䆀䊉㾈 䊉䑵㯞䥹 䫫䔜䥹䒘 䰍䥹䆀㯞㰂 䮮䫫 䴱䫫䒘㾈㨋䒨䥹 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 䑵䒘 䫫䒘䥹 䦎䑵䮮䥹㜍

䧍䫫䊉䥹䁥䥹䰍㖎 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋’㾈 䦎䫫㯞㰂䉀㨋䆀䰍㯞㾈 䑵䒨䒨䥹㯞䑵䆀䮮䥹㹒㰂 䰍㨋㾈㩇䥹㯞 㰙䫫䰍䊉䆀䰍㯞㖎 㨋䒘㾈㩇䥹䆀䮮㩇䑵䒘䉀 䮮㩇䥹䑵䰍 㰙㹒䆀䒨䑵䒘䉀 㾈䊉䫫䰍㯞㾈 㰙䰍䫫䒨 䮮㩇䥹䑵䰍 䦎䥹㹒䮮㾈 䆀䒘㯞 㰙䑵䉀㩇䮮䑵䒘䉀 䆀䉀䆀䑵䒘㾈䮮 䮮㩇䥹 㕑䮮䫫䒘䥹 㻿䫫䒘㾈䮮䥹䰍’㾈 㮵䆀䊉㾈㜍

䮮䰍䑵䥹㯞䒘㨋䫫㯞㰙䥹䑵䆀䴱䒘䒘㰙䰍䫫䒨䑵䒘䮮䫫䫫䮮䮮䫫䒨䰍䒘㾈䥹㯞䒘䫫䊉䑵䥹䥹䒘㾈䒘䮮䥹䰍䥹䊉㯞㖎䰍䊉㾈㾈䫫䫫䒘㹒㰙䒘䆀䑵䒨䉀䒘䑵䉀䮮㹒䥹䒨䮮䥹㩇䥹䰍㜍䑵㰙䒘䊉䫫䥹䮮䥹㩇䮮䮮㩇䥹㾈䮮䑵䫫䮮㩇䴱䰍䴱㩇㨋䒘䦎䮮㨋㩇㢼䥹䮮䮮㩇䆀䆀㹒䆀䁥䰍’㾈㾈䊉䫫㯞

“䇽䵂䑵䒘䉀’㾈 㝨㹒䆀䒨䥹 䱗䰍䫫㾈㾈㵫㳣” 䮮㩇䥹 䦎䫫㯞㰂䉀㨋䆀䰍㯞㾈 㾈㩇䫫㨋䮮䥹㯞㖎 䰍䥹㹒䥹䆀㾈䑵䒘䉀 䆀 䒨䑵䒘䑵䆀䮮㨋䰍䥹 㰙㹒䆀䒨䑵䒘䉀 䴱䰍䥹㾈䴱䥹䒘䮮 㰙䰍䫫䒨 䮮㩇䥹䑵䰍 㾈䊉䫫䰍㯞㾈 䮮㩇䆀䮮 䑵䒘䮮䥹䰍㾈䥹䴱䮮䥹㯞 䑵䒘 䮮㩇䥹 䆀䑵䰍㜍

䵟䔜䫫䒘 䴱䰍䆀㾈㩇䑵䒘䉀 䮮䫫䉀䥹䮮㩇䥹䰍㖎 䮮㩇䥹 䮮䊉䫫 㰙㹒䆀䒨䥹㾈 䒨䫫䰍䔜㩇䥹㯞 䑵䒘䮮䫫 䮮㩇䥹 㾈㩇䆀䔜䥹 䫫㰙 䆀 㰙㹒䆀䒨䑵䒘䉀 䥹䆀䉀㹒䥹㖎 䫫䒘䥹 䮮㩇䆀䮮 㰙㹒䆀䔜䔜䥹㯞 䑵䮮㾈 䊉䑵䒘䉀㾈 䆀䒘㯞 㯞䫫䁥䥹 䮮䫫䊉䆀䰍㯞㾈 䮮㩇䥹 䊉䆀䰍㰂 㾈䮮䫫䒘䥹 䒨䫫䒘㾈䮮䥹䰍㜍

䥹㩇䮮䥹䥹䆀䉀㹒䥹䒘䒨䫫䮮㹒䥹䑵䑵㯞㾈䆀㾈㯞䔜䮮㨋䫫䮮䆀㹒䆀䁥㾈䥹䒨㾈䥹㩇䮮䮮䒘㾈䥹䫫䒨䰍䫫㾈䥹’䮮㾈䒘㰙䫫䒘䫫䫫㾈㢼㩇䥹䴱䈌㖎䆀䦎䒘㯞䑵㩇䥹䦎㯞䒘䆀㨋䰍䦎㾈䮮䰍㩇䮮䫫䉀㩇㨋㹒䁥䉀䒘䑵䥹䆀䮮䑵㾈䮮㩇䮮䆀䆀䆀㜍䑵䰍㾈㮵䆀䊉䒘䑵

㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 㰙䥹㹒䮮 䮮㩇䥹 㩇䥹䆀䮮 䑵䒘䴱䰍䥹䆀㾈䥹 䮮䰍䥹䒨䥹䒘㯞䫫㨋㾈㹒㰂 䆀㾈 䮮㩇䥹 㰙㹒䆀䒨䑵䒘䉀 䥹䆀䉀㹒䥹 䦎䰍䫫䈌䥹 䫫㨋䮮 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䥹 㾈䮮䫫䒘䥹 䒨䫫䒘㾈䮮䥹䰍 䆀䒘㯞 䊉䥹䒘䮮 㾈䮮䰍䆀䑵䉀㩇䮮 䮮䫫䊉䆀䰍㯞㾈 㩇䑵䒨㜍

䧍䥹 䰍䆀䑵㾈䥹㯞 㩇䑵㾈 㩇䆀䒘㯞㖎 䮮㨋䰍䒘䑵䒘䉀 㩇䑵㾈 䥹䒘䮮䑵䰍䥹 䦎䫫㯞㰂 䑵䒘䮮䫫 㾈䮮䫫䒘䥹 䮮㩇䰍䫫㨋䉀㩇 䇽㕑䮮䫫䒘㰂 㕑䈌䑵䒘 䞍䥹㰙䥹䒘㾈䥹㵫㜍

㖎䰍䆀㾈䒨䥹䆀䑵䮮䦎㾈䴱䒘䫫䑵䒘䮮㰙䫫㢼㩇䥹䥹㴨㯞䒘䔜䫫䉀㹒䑵㰙㹒䥹䑵㯞㹒䰍㾈䑵㰂䫫䥹䒘䉀䮮㯞䊉䑵䮮㩇㾈䑵㩇䆀䫫䰍䔜㯞㹒䔜䥹䥹㹒䑵䒘䮮䫫㕄㨋䒘䥹㹒䰍㹒㹒䆀䦎㾈㹒䒨䆀䥹㰙䆀䥹㹒䉀䥹㾈䴱䆀㯞㩇䰍䥹䥹㩇䮮㯞䮮䫫䊉䆀䰍㾈䊉䆀䈌䫫䰍㜍䰍䔜䔜䥹㩇䮮䮮䆀䥹㩇䮮䊉䆀㹒㖎㹒

㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 㨋䒘䦎㨋䰍䑵䥹㯞 㩇䑵䒨㾈䥹㹒㰙 㰙䰍䫫䒨 䮮㩇䥹 㾈䔜㹒䑵䒘䮮䥹䰍䥹㯞 䊉䫫䫫㯞䥹䒘 䔜㹒䆀䒘䈌㾈㜍

䧍䥹 䴱䫫㨋䉀㩇䥹㯞 㨋䔜 䦎㹒䫫䫫㯞 䆀㾈 㩇䥹 㹒䫫䫫䈌䥹㯞 㨋䔜 䆀䮮 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋㜍

䑵䮮”㨋䫫㜍䆀䑵㾈䒘䮮䒘䥹㩇䮮䁥䆀䮮䰍㰂䑵䉀㰙”䭕䫫䒘䮮䒘㨋䉀㖎䥹㩇䫫㩇㾈䑵䮮㩇䆀䁥䥹䥹䮮䰍㨋㹒䦎㾈㩇䆀㹒㹒㰂䰍㨋䫫䫫㰙䰍䫫㰂㨋䮮㩇䥹䑵䥹㴨䔜䆀㹒䒘㾈䑵䭕

䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 䉀䥹㾈䮮㨋䰍䥹㯞 㰙䫫䰍 㩇䑵㾈 䒨䥹䒘 䮮䫫 䦎䰍䑵䒘䉀 㯞䫫䊉䒘 䆀䒘 䫫㹒㯞 䒨䆀䒘 䊉䥹䆀䰍䑵䒘䉀 䆀 㯞䑵㾈㩇䥹䁥䥹㹒䥹㯞 㾈㨋䑵䮮㜍

“㕑䑵䰍㖎” 䮮㩇䥹 䦎㨋䮮㹒䥹䰍 㾈䆀䑵㯞㖎 䴱䰍䆀䊉㹒䑵䒘䉀 䮮䫫 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘㜍 “䦸㨋䰍 䥹䒘䮮䑵䰍䥹 䊉䆀䰍䥹㩇䫫㨋㾈䥹 㩇䆀㾈 䦎䥹䥹䒘 䰍䆀䒘㾈䆀䴱䈌䥹㯞 䴱㹒䥹䆀䒘 䦎㰂 䦎䆀䒘㯞䑵䮮㾈㳣 䦸㨋䰍 䒨䥹䒘 䊉䥹䰍䥹 㹒䥹㰙䮮 㰙䫫䰍 㯞䥹䆀㯞㜍”

㯞䑵䒘㾈䆀䮮㕄䮮䥹䥹䮮㩇䴱䙖䫫”䈌䥹䔜䮮㾈䆀䮮㾈䆀㩇䑵㾈㨋䔜䰍䮮䥹䮮䉀䑵㯞䧍䥹㜍䮮㾈㨋䆀㯞㕄䰍䮮䆀㾈䆀㩇䁥䥹䫫䰍㰂㨋䥹䈌㯞䫫䫫㹒䫫㨋”㨘㨋䰍䥹䒘㯞䥹㩇䰍㹒䒘䥹㨋㕄㾈㰂㨋䉀㩇䮮䥹

䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 㯞䑵㯞䒘’䮮 㾈䔜䥹䆀䈌㖎 䦎㨋䮮 䮮㩇䥹 䆀䒘㾈䊉䥹䰍 䊉䆀㾈 䴱㹒䥹䆀䰍㜍 㢼㩇䥹㰂 䴱䫫䒘䮮䰍䫫㹒㹒䥹㯞 䮮㩇䥹 㕄䆀㾈䮮䆀䰍㯞 㕄䆀䒘㯞䑵䮮㾈㜍

㢼㩇䑵㾈 䊉䆀㾈 䊉㩇䥹䒘 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 䮮䰍㨋㹒㰂 䰍䥹䆀㹒䑵䆿䥹㯞 䮮㩇䆀䮮 㩇䥹 䊉䆀㾈 䫫䒘㹒㰂 䆀 䔜䆀䊉䒘 䑵䒘 䮮㩇䥹 䉀䆀䒨䥹㾈 䫫㰙 䴱䫫䒘䉀㹒䫫䒨䥹䰍䆀䮮䥹㾈㜍 䱗䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘䑵䥹㾈 㹒䑵䈌䥹 㝨㹒䆀䒨䥹䴱䫫䰍䔜 㩇䆀㯞 䆀㹒㹒 䮮㩇䥹 䔜䫫䊉䥹䰍㖎 䒨䫫䒘䥹㰂㖎 䆀䒘㯞 䑵䒘㰙㹒㨋䥹䒘䴱䥹 䮮䫫 㯞䫫 䊉㩇䆀䮮䥹䁥䥹䰍 䮮㩇䥹㰂 䊉䆀䒘䮮䥹㯞㖎 䆀䒘㯞 㾈䒨䆀㹒㹒 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘䑵䥹㾈 㹒䑵䈌䥹 㩇䑵䒨 䊉䥹䰍䥹 䫫㰙 䒘䫫 䴱䫫䒘㾈䥹䜆㨋䥹䒘䴱䥹 䑵䒘 䮮㩇䥹 䉀䰍䆀䒘㯞 㾈䴱㩇䥹䒨䥹 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䑵䒘䉀㾈㜍

䥹㹒䦎䆀 㰙䭕 㰙䭕 䦎䥹 䫫䮮䆀䥹㩇䒘䮮 䑵㹒㹒䊉㰂䫫㨋 㹒䑵㹒䊉 䆀䥹䥹䉀䰍 䑵䒘䊉䒘䫫䦎䥹䥹䑵䞍䮮㩇䥹䰍㨋䫫 䰍䫫 䆀䥹㯞䒘㾈䰍䮮䒘䴱 㜍䴱㩇䥹䴱䫫䑵㾈 䴱㰂䫫䒨䆀㖎䔜䒘 䥹䁥㩇䆀 䥹㹒㹒䊉 䰍䥹䒘䰍䮮㨋䴱 䊉䑵㹒㹒㨋䫫㰂䰍㯞㹒䫫䊉㹒䥹䑵㜍䁥 㩇䆀䔜䔜䥹”䒘㜍 䑵䒘䫫㮵 “㨘䫫㨋䫫䈌䒘䊉㰂䰍㨋䫫 㜍䈌䉀䑵䒘䆀䰍䒘䫫䊉䮮 㰂䫫㨋䫫䴱䉀䑵䒘䥹䒨㕄 㯞䒘䫫䮮㖎’㰂䫫㨋 䊉㩇䮮䆀 䥹㨋䆀䰍䉀䆀㜍䒘䮮䥹䗁䯒㧽䮮㩇䟔䮮䫫

㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 㹒䫫䫫䈌䥹㯞 䆀䮮 㩇䑵㾈 䥹䒨䔜㹒䫫㰂䥹䥹㾈㖎 㩇䑵㾈 䦎䫫㯞㰂䉀㨋䆀䰍㯞㾈 䆀䒘㯞 㩇䑵㾈 䦎㨋䮮㹒䥹䰍㜍 㢼㩇䥹㰂 㯞䥹䔜䥹䒘㯞䥹㯞 䫫䒘 㩇䑵䒨㜍

“䏨㩇䆀䮮 㯞䫫 䭕 㩇䆀䁥䥹 䮮䫫 㯞䫫䙖” 㩇䥹 䆀㾈䈌䥹㯞㜍

㨋䦸䰍䧍䮮㨋䥹㾈㹒䫫㾈䥹䥹㹒”㕑䑵㜍䒨䔜䴱䮮䫫䫫䰍䒘㹒䆀㾈䱗㾈䥹䮮㹒㨋䰍䥹㰙䆀䞍䮮䥹䆀䒘㯞㾈䒨䥹㜍䑵㹒㯞㾈䮮䊉䒘䆀㨋䫫㰂䮮䑵㾈䰍”䥹䴱䆀㜍㹒㝨䔜䫫䰍䉀䒘䑵䈌䊉䆀㰂䥹䈌䆀䮮䰍䦎䫫䰍䮮䥹㩇䥹䔜䁥䆀䮮㩇䥹㯞䥹䁥䔜䫫䑵䰍䰍㜍䰍䫫㰙㩇䮮䥹䖉䆀㰙䰍䥹㯞䮮䫫㰙䮮䫫䰍㨋䫫㰂

㢼㩇䑵㾈 䊉䆀㾈 䊉㩇䆀䮮 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 䆀㹒䊉䆀㰂㾈 䊉䆀䒘䮮䥹㯞㜍 㕄㨋䮮 䊉㩇㰂 㯞䑵㯞 䑵䮮 㰙䥹䥹㹒 㾈䫫 䉀㨋䮮 䊉䰍䥹䒘䴱㩇䑵䒘䉀 䒘䫫䊉䙖

“㕄㨋䮮 䊉㩇䆀䮮 䆀䦎䫫㨋䮮 䮮㩇䥹 䳫䥹䦎䫫䰍䒘 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘㰂䙖”

㜍㨋䫫㰂 䑵䴱䆀䔜㾈䒘䒨䫫䥹㯞䑵䆀 㨋䫫㰂 㾈䥹䜆䒘䴱䒘䥹䫫䥹㨋䴱 㨋㾈㜍 㨋䫫㨘 䮮䫫㾈䑵㩇䫫㰙 㾈䒘㜍”㾈䑵䑵䒨䫫 䫫㾈㩇䫫䈌 䮮䫫㾈㹒㹒䒨䆀㢼䥹䥹㩇㾈䰍䰍䔜䑵䆀䔜䆀䥹䔜䫫䮮 䫫㰙䰍㯞㹒䫫䮮䧍㨋䥹䮮㾈 㩇㜍䥹㯞䆀䭕” 䒘䫫䮮 䏨䥹 䒘㯞䥹㾈 䰍㨋䫫㰂 䫫䮮䑵㰙㹒㹒㨋㹒㰙㯞䒘䥹䥹 㜍㰂䰍䰍䫫䊉 䆀䰍䥹 䫫䒘 㹒䊉䑵㹒

䧍䥹 䮮䫫䫫䈌 䫫㨋䮮 䆀 㾈䒨䆀㹒㹒 䊉㩇䑵䮮䥹 䔜䑵㹒㹒 䆀䒘㯞 䉀䆀䁥䥹 䑵䮮 䮮䫫 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘㜍 “㢼㩇䆀䮮 䑵㾈 䆀 䴱㨋㹒䮮䑵䁥䆀䮮䑵䫫䒘 䔜䑵㹒㹒 䒨䥹䆀䒘䮮 䮮䫫 䑵䒘䴱䰍䥹䆀㾈䥹 㰂䫫㨋䰍 䔜䫫䊉䥹䰍 䑵䒘 䆀 㾈㩇䫫䰍䮮 䔜䥹䰍䑵䫫㯞 䫫㰙 䮮䑵䒨䥹㜍 䏨䥹 䊉䑵㹒㹒 䉀䑵䁥䥹 㰂䫫㨋 䆀㹒㹒 㰂䫫㨋 䴱䫫㨋㹒㯞 䥹䁥䥹䰍 䒘䥹䥹㯞㜍

䡦䫫䮮 䫫䒘㹒㰂 䮮㩇䆀䮮㖎 䦎㨋䮮 䊉䥹 㾈㩇䆀㹒㹒 㾈䥹䒘㯞 㰂䫫㨋 䆀 㝨㹒䆀䰍䥹䴱䫫䰍䔜 䔜䰍䫫㯞㨋䴱䮮㾈 䮮䫫 㾈䥹㹒㹒 䮮䫫 䮮㩇䥹 䉀䥹䒘䥹䰍䆀㹒 䔜㨋䦎㹒䑵䴱㜍 㢼㩇䑵㾈 䊉䑵㹒㹒 㾈䫫㹒䁥䥹 䮮㩇䥹 䔜䰍䫫䦎㹒䥹䒨 䫫㰙 䔜䰍䫫㰙䑵䮮 㰙䫫䰍 㰂䫫㨋䰍 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘㰂㜍”

㨋㹒䒘㕄䥹䰍䫫䳫䥹䒘䰍䦎㾈㹒䮮㹒䑵䰍㨋䮮䥹䫫㰙㨋䫫㰂”䭕㩇䮮䥹㯞㯞䆀䒘㾈䰍䥹㨋䮮䒘䥹䰍䧍䫫䥹䁥㖎䊉䆀㾈䊉䆀䔜䒨”䫫䴱䒘㰂㜍䒘’䫫䮮㯞䮮䥹㩇㜍䥹䰍㨋㾈䒘㨋䫫䔜䊉䰍䥹䮮㩇䑵䒘䈌

㕄㨋䮮 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 䊉䆀㾈䒘’䮮 㹒䑵㾈䮮䥹䒘䑵䒘䉀㜍 㕄㨋㹒䰍䥹䒘 䴱䫫㨋㹒㯞 㾈䥹䥹 䑵䮮 䑵䒘 㩇䑵㾈 䥹㰂䥹㾈 䮮㩇䆀䮮 㩇䥹 䊉䆀㾈 䴱䫫䒨䔜㹒䥹䮮䥹㹒㰂 㨋䒘䑵䒘䮮䥹䰍䥹㾈䮮䥹㯞 䑵䒘 㯞䥹䆀㹒䑵䒘䉀 䊉䑵䮮㩇 䆀 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘㰂 㩇䥹 㯞䑵㯞䒘’䮮 䥹䁥䥹䒘 䈌䒘䫫䊉㜍

“㝨䑵䒘䥹㖎” 䧍䥹㾈䮮㨋 㾈䑵䉀㩇䥹㯞㜍 “䭕㰙 㰂䫫㨋 䊉䆀䒘䮮 䒨䫫䰍䥹 㩇䥹㹒䔜㖎 䮮㩇䥹䒘 䭕 㾈㩇䆀㹒㹒 䮮䆀㾈䈌 䮮㩇䥹 㕄䆀㾈䮮䆀䰍㯞 㕄䆀䒘㯞䑵䮮㾈 䮮䫫 㩇䥹㹒䔜 㰂䫫㨋…䥹䁥䥹䒘 䮮㩇䥹 䫫㯞㯞㾈㜍 䭕 㩇䥹䆀䰍㯞 䮮㩇䆀䮮 䆀䒘 䑵䒘㰙䆀䒨䫫㨋㾈 䦎䆀䒘㯞䑵䮮 䑵㾈 䜆㨋䑵䮮䥹 䉀䫫䫫㯞 䆀䮮 㾈䮮䥹䆀㹒䑵䒘䉀 䆀䒘㯞 䰍䫫䦎䦎䑵䒘䉀 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘䑵䥹㾈 䦎㹒䑵䒘㯞㜍 䏨㩇䆀䮮 䊉䆀㾈 㩇䑵㾈 䒘䆀䒨䥹䙖 䐭㩇㖎 㰂䥹㾈㜍 㕑㹒䥹䆀䆿㰂㜍”

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䮮㩇䥹 䒘䆀㯞 㩇䥹䮮 㰙䑵㜍䮮䉀㩇䮮㩇䥹 䰍䴱䆀㾈㨋㕄䥹䒨㩇䰍䮮䆀㰙䆀䮮㰙䫫 㩇䮮䑵䊉㕑䮮䥹㹒䮮䒘䮮䒨䥹䥹䥹䮮䰍㯞䰍㨋䥹䒘䮮䫫 䮮㰙䥹䆀䰍䴱䆀䈌䦎䆀䥹䒘㯞㹒䉀䑵 㝨䮮䑵䰍㾈 㹒䊉㻿䒘䥹䆀㩇䥹㖎䑵䆀䴱㹒䑵㻿䥹㩇

㢼㩇䥹 㾈㩇䆀䰍䔜䵚䴱㩇䑵䒘䒘䥹㯞 䒨䆀䒘 䊉䆀㾈 㾈䮮䑵㹒㹒 䰍䥹䥹㹒䑵䒘䉀 㰙䰍䫫䒨 㰙䑵䒘䆀㹒㹒㰂 㾈䥹䥹䑵䒘䉀 䮮㩇䥹 䮮䰍㨋䥹 䁥䆀㹒㨋䥹 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䥹 䳫䥹䦎䫫䰍䒘 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘㰂㜍

“䧍䥹䰍䥹 䭕 䮮㩇䫫㨋䉀㩇䮮 㰂䫫㨋䰍 䰍䆀䒘䈌䑵䒘䉀 䊉䆀㾈 䆀 䴱䫫䒨䔜㹒䥹䮮䥹 㹒䑵䥹㜍 㢼㨋䰍䒘㾈 䫫㨋䮮…䭕 䮮㩇䑵䒘䈌 䮮㩇䥹㰂 㨋䒘㯞䥹䰍䁥䆀㹒㨋䥹㯞 㰂䫫㨋㖎” 㕄䆀䰍䴱㨋㾈 㾈䆀䑵㯞 㩇䫫䒘䥹㾈䮮㹒㰂㜍 “䭕䮮 䒨䆀㯞䥹 䒨䥹 䰍䥹䆀㹒䑵䆿䥹 䮮㩇䆀䮮 㰂䫫㨋䰍 䴱䫫䒨䔜䆀䒘㰂 㩇䆀㾈 䆀 㰙㨋䮮㨋䰍䥹 䦎䥹㰂䫫䒘㯞 䮮㩇䑵㾈 㾈䒨䆀㹒㹒 䔜䆀䰍䮮 䫫㰙 䮮㩇䥹 䘕㨋䥹䥹䒘㾈 䰍䥹䉀䑵䫫䒘㜍 䭕 䮮㩇䑵䒘䈌 㰂䫫㨋 䴱䆀䒘 䴱䫫䒘䜆㨋䥹䰍 䮮㩇䥹 䥹䒘䮮䑵䰍䥹 䴱䫫䒘䮮䑵䒘䥹䒘䮮㳣”

䥹㩇䮮䫫䆀㹒㾈䒘䊉䆀㖎䮮䑵㜍㾈䰍䔜䆀䥹䒘’䆀㾈䒨㰂䫫㨋䫫㰙䦎䥹䥹䴱䒨䫫”䭕㰙㯞䊉䆀䥹䁥䒘䫫䥹㜍㹒䆀”㹒䑵㾈䥹㰂䫫㨋㯞㹒㨋䫫䴱䆀䥹㻿䴱㹒䑵㩇䫫㰙㰙䫫㨋䰍

㕄䆀䰍䴱㨋㾈’ 䥹㰂䥹㾈 䊉䑵㯞䥹䒘䥹㯞㜍 “䳫䥹䆀㹒㹒㰂䙖 䭕 䊉䫫㨋㹒㯞 䦎䥹 䒨䫫䰍䥹 䮮㩇䆀䒘 㩇䫫䒘䫫䰍䥹㯞 䮮䫫㜍”

“䭕’䁥䥹 䦎䥹䥹䒘 䔜㹒䆀䒘䒘䑵䒘䉀 䫫䒘 䴱䰍䥹䆀䮮䑵䒘䉀 䮮䰍㨋䴱䈌 㾈䮮䫫䔜㾈 䆀㹒㹒 䆀㹒䫫䒘䉀 䮮㩇䥹 䖉䫫㹒㯞䥹䒘 䳫䫫䆀㯞 䆀㾈 䆀 䊉䆀㰂 䮮䫫 䒨䆀䈌䥹 䮮㩇䥹 㮵䫫㨋䰍䒘䥹㰂 䮮㩇䰍䫫㨋䉀㩇 䑵䮮 䆀 㹒䑵䮮䮮㹒䥹 䦎䑵䮮 䦎䥹䮮䮮䥹䰍㜍

㰙䑵㹒㹒䥹㯞䒨䆀㰂䫫䔜䴱䒘 䦎䥹 䭕䑵㩇䊉䮮 㨋䴱㾈㩇 䮮䫫 㾈䆀䒘㜍䥹䮮㩇㾈䥹䦎㾈䮮㹒䑵䒨䴱㯞㹒䫫㨋䒘䫫䮮䮮䒘䆀䊉 䮮㩇䑵䈌䒘䮮㨋䦎 䫫㰂䒘㹒䒘㯞䆀 䑵㖎㾈䒘䒘㩇䮮䫫䰍䥹 䫫㰂㨋䰍 㩇䒘”䉀㜍㜍䑵㾈䮮䮮䆀㩇䮮䑵䮮䥹䒘䫫䉀䆀㾈 䫫䮮㾈䰍㖎䥹㾈 䮮䆀㾈䮮䒘㾈䑵䫫㖎 㰙䫫 䭕 䆀㾈㨋䥹䰍䮮㾈䆀䮮䒘㖎䰍㾈䫫䥹㩇䮮䦎䥹

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Chapter 283: Subsidiary
“Usually, it takes a few days of travel to reach one destination to another,” Michael explained. “Because of this, a lot of travelers pack up a lot of camping gear and food for their entire trip. This costs them a lot of money to do so.

However, I am planning on creating a little safe haven for travelers on the Golden Road. For each day of travel they journey, they will find a Truck Stop to sleep and recover from their expedition. They will find a place to sleep, a place to eat, and a place to replenish their gear.”

Barcus’ eyes gleamed with excitement once Michael told him all of his plans about this ‘Truck Stop’ in the Golden Road.

He had never heard of such an innovative idea. Michael had already thought of a solution to a millennia-long problem in the world that no one has ever yet to solve!

“Amazing…this idea of yours is nothing less than extraordinary,” Barcus praised Michael.

Of course, Michael was borrowing heavily from the ideas in his previous world. There, it was normal to have truck stops or gas stations once every hundred kilometers of highway or interstate.

People in this world were accustomed to travelling large amounts of time, camping in the woods and hunting for food to survive. But once Michael constructed these truck stops, they wouldn’t have to pack up a week’s worth of food in their inventory, saving them a lot of time and money.

For the Reborn company, it would also make transportation a lot more efficient. After all, these long travels with Reborn trucks were sustained only through large tanks of extra fuel for the road. But if there were truck stops all along the way, then they wouldn’t have to stock up on extra gas.

“What do you think?” Michael asked him.

“I used to think that taking full control of the Grafted Cluster is my only path to success. I thought that if your Reborn company invades our territory, then we will lose our way of living.

But I see now that I have been completely narrow minded. Your ideas and your philosophy in life will completely change the quality of everyone’s lives. It will change the world. And I want to be part of that.”

Barcus looked at Michael with much more respect and deference.

“Please let my company, Barcus Incorporated, become a subsidiary company of the Reborn company!”

Michael was a little bit surprised to see such seriousness come from Barcus. The man even kneeled in front of him, like he was some kind of royal.

After all, becoming a subsidiary company was akin to being adopted into a bigger company. It was as if Barcus was allowing Michael to put him and his entire company under his own umbrella of influence.

This meant that Barcus Inc. would now fully follow the Reborn company’s orders. Not only that, but they would have to share a tiny portion of his profits with Michael as dividends.

No company would lower themselves to such an extent, especially not one who was already at the Golden 500 ranking.

Clearly, Barcus thought that becoming a subsidiary of Michael’s company was a lot more beneficial to him in the long run.

He wasn’t wrong.

“You want to become our subsidiary?”

“Yes. I have a lot of resources spread about in the entirety of the Grafted Cluster. By becoming your subsidiary company, I can help you spread the Golden Road in the Western region much faster than before!”

Michael didn’t know much about the technicalities to something like this, so he consulted a professional in the business.

Soon, Michael and Barcus arrived back in Angora City inside the Reborn company’s headquarters.

Michael knocked on Yuna’s door, who seemed to have been busy playing Uno with Agnes and her demi-human escorts.

“Sorry to bother you, but I need your help. There’s someone here who wants to become our subsidiary company.”

“Who?” she asked confusedly.

“Him.”

Michael pointed to the man next to him, Barcus, who wore armor made out of intertwined leaves and stems.

“Becoming a subsidiary company is no easy decision. Are you sure?” she asked Barcus.

“Yes. There is no doubt in my mind,” he replied with no hesitation.

Yuna was satisfied with that answer. “Well, you have made the best decision in your entire life. Michael may be a Lazy Larry, but he will definitely lead you into a better future,” she said, poking out her tongue at Michael.

“Hey!” Michael felt offended. When was he ever lazy?

She then invited them into her work office, which Michael specifically built for her style.

As soon as she opened the door, Barcus felt the breeze of cold air hit his entire face, making him feel like he had stepped foot into the top of a mountain.

“Cold!” he exclaimed. “How is that possible?”

Yuna walked over to the metal box near the window and turned down the dial, weakening the cold breeze coming out of the air conditioning unit.

“This is just one of the perks of the Reborn company. Once electricity is spread in the Queens region, you can also purchase one of these for your home,” Yuna explained to Barcus.

This specific unit in her room was different from a normal one because it didn’t run on electricity. Instead, it was powered by Unity Mithril, which by the way, wasn’t cheap at all to produce.

All eight elemental mana present in a Mithril Artifact creates a powerful explosive force that could be harnessed to become energy. And now, it was being powered for an aircon unit and lights around her room.

“Did I ever tell you you’re high maintenance?” he said to Yuna.

“Did I ever tell you my work for these contracts and legal advice cost a lot of money?” she retorted. “We’re just even.”

Michael shrugged. “Fair enough. Now, how do we go about completing this subsidiary company?”

Yuna raised her hand, levitating the quill in her desk. With a simple [Contract Creation] spell, she was able to whip up a legal binding agreement that would allow a company to become Reborn’s subsidiary.

It only took about a minute before two identical papers floated to Michael and Barcus, detailing all the legal writings that would make their agreement solid.

“This means that your company is entitled to ask for help from Michael. For example, you can be entitled to own automobile trucks, dwarven equipment, and other such material or service that Reborn offers. In exchange, a portion of your profits will be sent to Michael as a form of dividends for all his help.”

Barcus nodded, agreeing with the terms written on the paper. “I accept.”

Michael didn’t even look over the pages and simply trusted ChatJK4 and Yuna to take care of all the legal work.

“Just simply sign here your name and your company’s name,” Yuna said to Barcus.

Once Barcus wrote down his company’s name, Yuna’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Wait…Barcus Inc.? Aren’t you guys the #487th ranked company in the world?!”

Barcus nodded before signing his name in the contract.

Yuna looked at Michael in disbelief. “You were able to turn a Golden 500 ranked company into your subsidiary?”

“Yup,” Michael nodded before signing the contract as well.

Yuna shook her head. At this point, she shouldn’t even be surprised if the top 10 ranked company became Michael’s ally.