Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!
Chapter 610 - 317: Promoted to Third Level Officer, Title: Disaster (First Order Additional - s 11, 12)_3

Chapter 610: Chapter 317: Promoted to Third Level Officer, Title: Disaster (First Order Additional Chapters 11, 12)_3

Dean nodded,

"Yes,

they were unexpectedly generous.

You know, the free trading of Enhancement Reagent and Beastification Reagent is usually a privilege reserved for the families and official organizations of the Holy Council. As for the other organizations, they can only sneak around and dare not infringe on the interests of these powers.

Even our Adams family could only do such a thing with the help of the NW organization.

The fact that you have gained this slot, along with the qualification for free commercial market development,

essentially means that with normal development, in a few years, you could establish a force that rivals the Adams family."

Hearing this, Brian nodded.

Commercial development, the entitlement available to him, was his previous request to the Holy Council.

This is just a qualification, but whether it can be realized depends on oneself.

The free trade slot is entirely different.

If you don’t understand, you can refer to the merit points Brian had previously traded within the NW organization.

The internal trade of a unit of merit points is worth only tens of thousands of dollars.

But if the reagents obtained by exchanging merit points are sold on the external market, they are immediately worth three to four times that.

This is still due to the abundance of ordinary reagents due to the multitude of global official organizations.

Therefore, the market for ordinary Enhancement Reagents isn’t large.

But exclusive products are different.

For example, the Blood Fruit.

With the trading privilege slot, Brian would be able to legally cultivate Blood Fruit and then use these fruits to trade with major global official organizations in exchange for various Enhancement Reagents and unique rare reagents.

The benefits involved here are significant.

This is actually an invisible perk: trading takes place between powers, meaning Brian could directly establish a recognized organization or force, use reagents and means to develop independent arms, and not be sanctioned.

Add that to Brian’s qualification for reaping benefits in the commercial market...

All these combined, equal the framework of a powerful family in the new era.

Brian and his family, in this era of Mutation, are destined to have a place and become a member of the upper class.

...

Brian hadn’t expected that within less than a year he would accomplish what his uncle had always dreamt of.

Unfortunately, his path was too extreme to witness this day coming.

Regarding his uncle Billy, Brian couldn’t say whether it was hatred or other emotions he felt—more a sense of helplessness and sigh.

Perhaps thinking of his uncle, he was not as happy as he had imagined.

Seeing that Brian seemed not too cheerful, Dean changed the subject,

"This is actually the style of those big families.

Once they realize they can’t deal with you, they try to pull you into their level.

Once you become a beneficiary of the rules, for the sake of your descendants, whether willing or not, you will eventually only follow the game rules they set to ensure the interests of yourself and your descendants. This is overt strategy."

Brian didn’t want to discuss these matters.

He nodded, "What about you, what conditions did they offer you?"

"Moon landing qualification!"

Dean said this with fervor,

"As I mentioned before, after the Blood Moon, several major countries teamed up and accomplished the first manned Moon landing, and brought back twelve intact Afterglow Plates from the Moon.

These Afterglow Plates led to the formation of the ASEAN in the East and the Holy Council in the West.

After years of dedicated development,

the Holy Council has now devised a more complete plan.

They plan to build a highly intelligent space station overhead and establish a passage between Mercury and the Moon, to start the interstellar development plan, and incidentally see if the third Blood Moon brings any new Afterglow Plates.

My target is the Afterglow Plates!"

This was the first time Brian had seen Dean so passionate about something.

This passion even surpassed that of his daughter-obsessed self when he mentioned Susan.

He frowned and said, "Dean, listen, from the Meme Pollution Power this time, I feel those Afterglow Plates are probably not anything good; it would be better if you avoided them.."

Brian had devoured parts of the Afterglow Plates.

They contained a massive amount of Blood Moon Radiation Energy, and the purity of that energy was almost only slightly less than that of him, a Mutation BOSS.

Not to mention that the Afterglow Plates also housed souls from the Exotic Realm.

He always felt there was a problem here!

Hearing this, Dean waved his hand,

"Stop persuading me.

You don’t understand.

At my level, there is almost no room for improvement.

One year remains the same.

Ten years still the same."

"If I hadn’t met that man, I would certainly have chosen to live my life this way.

But I couldn’t be content...

I hadn’t considered these things before because my wife, daughter, clansmen, and brothers all needed my care. I couldn’t afford to be reckless, but things are different now. Even if something happens to me, at least I have you to help take care of them!

This is a chance given to me by the heavens!

I won’t let it go."

Hearing Old Dean say this, Brian couldn’t persuade him any further.

Old Dean was his elder.

Everyone has their own pursuits.

Brian understood Old Dean.

However, because of this topic, both of them fell silent, losing interest in chatting.

...

After changing vehicles...

In the afternoon...

They finally arrived at a military base near Los Angeles.

They got off the plane.

Dean stretched lazily.

He patted Brian’s shoulder, "Don’t tell Susan and the others about this."

Brian nodded, "Got it."

Just when they were about to part, Dean suddenly called out to Brian again, "Oh right, there’s one more thing I almost forgot to tell you."

Brian rolled his eyes, "You should check if you have Alzheimer’s, Dean. Come on, just spill it, I can’t wait to see Susan."

"That might be a bit difficult."

Dean chuckled, "You should know about the Liki family. They’re scared that you and I might retaliate, so they hope to promote you to a Third Level officer within NW, officially making you one of the spokespersons of the NW organization."

"Just like that?"

Brian was surprised.

He hadn’t expected there to be a reward.

Dean spread his hands:

"The world is just like that.

As long as you’re strong enough, you’ll find that others will willingly bring benefits to you, begging you to accept them. If you don’t, they’ll be worried.

Go on, representatives from the three major families are waiting for you at the NW base.

Although being a Third Level officer isn’t that exciting, at least in Los Angeles, you’ll be able to throw your weight around and save yourself a lot of trouble."

"That’s true."

Brian nodded, "So we’re all set?"

Dean wagged his finger, beginning to educate Brian, the newcomer:

"No no no, since you’ve decided to accept the Liki family’s goodwill, there’s still a very important matter, and that’s the title.

Every official organization’s Third Level officer has a title.

Like me, my title is ’T-Rex.’

It’s like those heroic titles in the legends of the Middle Ages, easier to remember and to spread.

Reputation is also a kind of invisible wealth.

A catchy enough title can help speed up and smooth out the expansion of your power later on, and reduce meaningless troubles, so you need to think carefully about this."

Brian thought for a moment.

Well, he had a point.

Especially since the news of his control over Meme Pollution Power would be sealed by the Holy Council.

Once his power started to rise, inevitably, some less informed minor characters would bump into him.

Although he could easily swat them aside, it lacked style.

Having a well-known title within the circle could indeed save a lot of trouble.

After a moment of thought,

Brian said seriously, "Just call me ’Disaster,’ those who oppose me, shall be struck by disaster!"

"Disaster sounds a bit too... adolescent..."

Dean had a different opinion, "I think ’Apocalypse’ isn’t bad. It has a mythological feel and implies you’re an Apocalypse Knight, initiating the Chapter of world’s end, fitting your abilities, and it doesn’t sound too adolescent..."

Dean meant it in the sense of sounding adolescent, though the term didn’t exist back then.

Brian was at a loss for words.

You, who call yourself ’T-Rex,’ where do you get off saying the title ’Disaster’ is too adolescent?

They are all pretty much the same; let’s not laugh at each other, shall we!

He decisively refused Dean’s suggestion to adopt the title ’Apocalypse’ and stuck with ’Disaster.’

Yeah, Disaster Brian.

It paints quite the picture.