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Chapter 799 - 447: The Torch Steps into the Mythical Era_2

Chapter 799: Chapter 447: The Torch Steps into the Mythical Era_2

Even if they failed once or twice, they still had enough mystery to launch a third assault.

This was the root of why Fang You founded the Torch Academy.

——Mass-producing myths!

"In a short time, we could cultivate dozens or even hundreds of myths, significantly boosting the organization’s strength. This move is undoubtedly a massive profit."

"But Master, we’re running out of money."

On the panel, the virtual hostess Xiaohuan clutched her chest and looked dizzy at the bills.

"We’re really running out of money!"

Xiaohuan had always been in charge of resource statistics, efficiently integrating and allocating materials and Mysterious Crystals from various regions.

Fang You was only responsible for spending money.

He glanced once, then several more times at the records, and realized the organization was indeed running out of money; the consumption of high-level materials during this period was somewhat excessive.

This was inevitable.

In just over a month, 41 myths were promoted, and this was naturally accompanied by a tremendous consumption of materials. And that was with the more economical ’Guided Awakening’ process, which used two to three times less than the myth awakenings outside.

At the same time, most of these 41 myths didn’t succeed in their first attempt; they might have gone through two or three myth awakenings.

The core students who hadn’t been promoted might have already failed once or twice.

All of these were expenses.

It didn’t feel like much when spending the money, but when Xiaohuan laid out the expense list in front of him, Fang You couldn’t help but feel the pinch.

"So Master, be more careful with spending money in the future! We’ve finally saved up a bit of capital..."

"Relax, relax."

The spending was a bit much, but given the chance, Fang You would still spend that way.

It wasn’t that the money had disappeared, but rather it had been transformed into more valuable combat power, remaining within the organization.

The guided awakenings he provided to the core students were not free of charge either.

How could they be free?

Offering them for free would be treating the organization’s veterans unfairly and wouldn’t be conducive to the healthy operation of the organization.

The ’Contribution Value/Credits’ required for applying for a guided awakening were valued at approximately 1.5 times the material costs.

Most of the Six Senses students couldn’t afford this price.

Though they might hold the title of Six Senses and top the list, each being renowned and powerful, they were still just workers and their wealth was far less than that of the landowners like ’Dean Rose’ and ’First Tower Master’.

Even if Dean Rose and First Tower Master were very ordinary Six Senses.

This is the gap between landowners and workers.

"On the other hand, the reason why Awakeners from peasant backgrounds are able to reach the top of the Six Senses is because they spent a huge amount of wealth on themselves, emptying their wallets and spending enormous sums, finding connections to enter the Lands of Inheritance opened to the outside by the seven nations."

The money had all gone to the seven nations!

Instructor Fang expressed his frustration.

Xiaohuan felt even more annoyed and added another entry to her notebook for the seven nations.

Among the core students, only a few could pay in full and supply their own materials.

The rest used interest-free loans provided by the organization, funds exclusively for myth awakening.

While they were still Six Senses, this contribution point was undoubtedly a huge amount; they would need to work tirelessly on tasks for at least half a year to save up enough for one myth awakening attempt.

But if they were promoted to myths, venturing into dangerous places and picking up six or seven legendary materials would be enough to pay off the loan.

Very easily.

This was still considering the scan consumption of the ’Exploration Radar’ during the material-picking process.

So,

he said to Xiaohuan, "Don’t worry, after a while, you’ll be counting money every day."

Xiaohuan stared back with a slightly skeptical look.

After thinking for a moment, Fang You added, "But currently, with the cash shortage, we need to release more exploration and collection tasks for these newly promoted myths."

"This task is yours."

Disaster relief tasks would also be carried out simultaneously.

However, apart from purifying river channels, myths were not usually needed. The calamity of the Dark River was more sinister and tricky, but it didn’t bring very direct Mysterious Evil harm.

Fang You’s mission for these newly promoted myths was: to work and to cultivate.

To cultivate was to make them quickly surpass the stage of new myths and possess standard myth-level combat power.

To work, of course, was to quickly replenish the material deficit, with dozens more people waiting to be promoted to myth.

The mass emergence of Seven Senses myths held extraordinary significance, not only meaning a massive increase in Torch Academy’s overall combat capability, allowing for more strategic deployments. At the same time, each Seven Senses myth was a potential all-around worker.

Having them go treasure hunting was just the simplest way to utilize them.

Fang You also planned to arrange some willing newbie myths to further their studies in medicinal and blacksmithing fields.

To cultivate an Awakener into a high-end professional required a long time, but if the trainees were myths, that time could be reduced by dozens or even hundreds of times!

Having myths switch careers to blacksmithing or pharmaceutics might seem extravagant.

Fang You thought it was just right.

What his organization lacked were high-end talents. And a single myth, equipped with incarnation-like skills, could do the work of several people.

With that thought, Fang You walked up to the Memorial Stele.

The ancient stele was engraved with familiar and unfamiliar names alike, surrounded by an indefinable charm.

The Memorial Stele was an important area of the academy, where students would sometimes pause for a moment as they passed.

In his vision, milky white orbs of light flew from all over the academy, like swallows returning to their nest, landing on the Memorial Stele.