blogombal Chapter 77 Otto Apocalypse
Chapter 77 Otto Apocalypse
Chapter 77 Otto Apocalypse
The night in Tianhai City was shrouded in a tranquil atmosphere, enveloped by the salty, damp sea breeze blowing from the East China Sea.
On the hillside in the south of the city, a villa built entirely of deep-sea driftwood and cloud-patterned white jade stands quietly. Without elaborate carvings, its simple lines reveal the heritage of a family that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Inside the study, a gilded bronze lamp cast a soft glow, illuminating the sharply defined profile of Kiyohiko Kamisato.
He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, with a wolf-hair brush between his fingers, intently reviewing the trade documents piled on the table.
On the left side of the desk, a black jade token engraved with "Seal of the Finance Department" lay quietly, revealing another identity of this clan chief of Shenli—the Minister of Finance of Tianhai City.
The Shenli family has been rooted in Tianhai City for nearly a thousand years. Each generation of family members is skilled in business and politics. In the generation of Shenli Qingyan, the family’s reputation has been pushed to its peak. In the entire East China Sea business community, the name “Shenli” commands respect from everyone.
The rustling sound of the pen suddenly stopped.
Kiyohiko Kamisato picked up a maritime trade report marked "urgent" from the table. When his gaze fell on one line of text, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
The report clearly stated: "The Tang Clan's cargo ship arrived at Tianhai City Port today, carrying 200,000 tons of rare metals. On its return journey, it will transport 100,000 tons of cotton, with its destination being the Star Luo Continent."
"Cotton?" he repeated the word softly, his fingertips tapping lightly on the paper.
Having lived for over fifty years and managed family affairs for twenty, how could Kiyohiko Kamisato not know the Tang Clan's secrets?
That's a super power spanning the three continents of Douluo, Xingluo, and Douling, and it's also the main weapons supplier for the latter two continents.
The "cotton" they were transporting was obviously no ordinary crop; it was most likely compressed hidden weapons processed with special soul guidance technology, or disassembled parts of soul guidance cannons.
He put down the report, picked up the cup of tea on the table, took a sip, and a knowing look flashed in his eyes.
The Tianhai Alliance had long held a tacit understanding on this matter. The fact that the Tang Clan was willing to use "cotton" as a cover, rather than openly transporting weapons, already showed the alliance considerable respect.
After all, the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy are closely linked and have deep roots within the Federation. Even the hawkish figures in the Federal Council are unwilling to easily provoke this behemoth.
Although the Shenli clan controls the customs affairs of Tianhai City, they are nothing more than minor players who follow the trend in the face of such a powerful force. Why should they be the ones to stick their necks out and cause trouble?
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A gentle breeze suddenly swept past the window. Unlike the coolness of the night wind, this breeze carried an inexplicable sense of oppression, causing the soul-guided lamp in the study to flicker slightly.
"Who?!"
Kiyohiko Kamisato's alarm bells rang in his mind, and he almost subconsciously tensed all his muscles, his gaze suddenly turning to the window.
A dark figure appeared in the center of the study like a ghost, covered by a black robe and with the hood pulled down low, revealing only a pale jawline.
The fluctuations of soul power around him were extremely well concealed; if it weren't for his sudden appearance, one would mistake him for part of the air.
Kaminari Kiyohiko remained outwardly calm, slowly setting down his ink-jade brush. His voice was steady and even: "May I ask who you are? Breaking into your residence in the dead of night, do you perhaps have important matters to discuss?"
Although his cultivation level was only at the seventh-ring Soul Saint level, his composure, honed by years of holding a high position, prevented him from losing his composure.
Secretly, his right hand had already quietly pressed on the emergency communication soul tool under the desk—the one who could silently infiltrate the heavily guarded Divine Mansion was no ordinary person.
The man in black robes let out a hoarse chuckle, his voice low and deep like the friction of sandpaper: "Chief of the Shenli Clan, there's no need to be nervous. I've come here to discuss a mutually beneficial business deal with you."
"To discuss business?"
Kiyohiko Kamisato raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with sarcasm, "In business, integrity is paramount. You're hiding your true self, not even daring to show your face. Your sincerity is rather shallow."
"Heh, the clan leader is quite straightforward." The man in black robes didn't seem to mind, and slowly raised his hand to take off his hood.
In an instant, light seemed to burst forth in the study.
His dazzling long golden hair, like flowing sunlight, cascaded casually over his shoulders, making his deeply defined face even more handsome. Most striking of all were his eyes, which were a rare emerald green.
"I am Otto Apocalypse."
The man's lips curled into an elegant smile, and the next moment, nine dazzling soul rings suddenly appeared beneath his feet, spiraling upwards!
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, red!
Three purple, four black, and two red—the nine spirit rings emanated a terrifying pressure of spirit power, instantly enveloping the entire study.
The air seemed to freeze, and Kiyohiko Kamisato felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"A...a Title Douluo?" His pupils constricted, a storm raging in his heart. He then shook his head violently. "No! This pressure—it's at least that of a Super Douluo of level ninety-five or higher!"
Shinji Kiyohiko inwardly groaned. As the strongest member of the Shinji clan, he was only a seven-ring Soul Saint. How could he have attracted such a powerful figure to personally come to his door?
Moreover, he had never heard of the name Otto Apocalypse in the Eastern Region's list of Title Douluos. What was his background?
At this moment, he completely gave up the idea of resistance. He was no match for even himself, and summoning his clansmen would only increase casualties.
Fortunately, Otto did not release too much pressure. After only a few breaths, the spirit ring slowly retracted, and the suffocating sense of oppression dissipated.
"Chief of the Divine Clan, now, do you think I'm sincere?" Otto asked with a smile.
Kiyohiko Kamisato took a deep breath, composed himself, and his tone became serious: "Your Majesty Otto is joking."
"I wonder what kind of business Your Majesty is referring to?"
Circumstances dictate actions. Since the other party has demonstrated its strength but shows no immediate intention to act, it's worthwhile to listen to the specifics of this business deal.
Moreover, the soul power released by the other party was pure and profound, without the sinister aura of an evil soul master, which made him lower his guard slightly.
Otto cleared his throat, his tone becoming serious: "I've established a pharmaceutical company in Tianhai City called Destiny. The company has already developed an extremely valuable and effective drug, and I hope to leverage the channels of the Shenli clan to bring it to market."
"A pharmaceutical company? A miracle drug?" Kiyohiko Kamisato's eyes flickered slightly.
A Super Douluo opening a pharmaceutical company and needing to rely on the Shenli family's channels? This is truly unexpected.
"I wonder what the main effects of Your Majesty's medicine are?" Kiyohiko Kamisato asked cautiously.
If anything goes wrong in the sale of drugs, it could damage the reputation that the Shenli clan has built up over thousands of years. He had to get to the bottom of this.
Otto smiled slightly, raised his hand and waved it. A storage soul tool flashed with light, and a crystal clear glass bottle appeared in his hand.
The bottle contained a bright red liquid, like flowing gemstones, emitting a faint fragrance.
He used his soul power to lift the glass bottle and gently placed it on Shinji Kiyohiko's desk, his voice carrying a hint of mystery: "This medicine, you can call it the Blood of God," or you can call it the Panacea."
"Its effects are simple: it heals injuries, relieves pain, and strengthens the body. Even chronic diseases can be cured instantly with just one dose."
"More importantly, it can improve the aptitude of Soul Masters. Even Soul Masters with mediocre talent can transform into top geniuses after taking a certain dose; even ordinary people without Soul Power can awaken Soul Power and become true Soul Masters after drinking it."
Blood of God? Panacea?
Shinjiro Kiyohiko's face darkened, and he said, "Your Majesty, are you playing a trick on me? How could such a drug possibly exist in this world?"
In the Douluo Continent, due to the existence of healing-type Soul Masters, the market for drug research and development in the medical field is actually quite saturated.
And what about drugs that can improve a Soul Master's aptitude?
Although such things are rare, many forces on the mainland are researching and developing them. The Tang Sect and the Spirit Pagoda both have such businesses, but most of the drugs they sell have only a weak effect.
Medicines that can truly enhance a Soul Master's aptitude significantly, such as the Tang Sect's "Mysterious Water Pill," are strategic resources that all major powers naturally want to hold onto tightly and prioritize for use by their internal members.
Most of what is revealed to the outside world is deliberately projected by these superpowers.
If Otto said that the medicine developed by their company could treat injuries and congenital diseases, then Kiyohiko Kamisato would be willing to believe him.
Can a mediocre Soul Master become a genius? Can an ordinary person without Soul Power become a Soul Master?
Are you kidding me!
How could such a miraculous drug exist in this world?
Even if such a thing truly existed, it would absolutely require a massive amount of precious natural materials. Normal forces would be too busy using them themselves to be willing to sell them.
Otto seemed to have anticipated his reaction, chuckled, and took out another token from his soul tool, placing it on the table.
The token is entirely black, with a small, exquisite tower-shaped pattern engraved on it, which is the exclusive symbol of the Spirit Tower of Tianhai City.
"Chief of the Divine Clan need not doubt you; you are not my first partner," Otto said calmly.
Shinji Kiyohiko stared at the token, his pupils suddenly contracting: "This is—the token of the Spirit Pagoda Master of Tenkai City! You've reached a cooperation agreement with the Li family?"
In Tianhai City, there are more than a dozen large families with a history of thousands of years, but only three of them are the most powerful and famous.
They are the Zhu family, the Li family, and the Lei family.
The most powerful among them is the Zhu family, because the current commander of the East Sea Fleet is the former patriarch of the Zhu family.
(PS: It was mentioned in Chapter 1225 of the original novel that the commander of the East Sea Fleet was surnamed Zhu.)
The second strongest is the Li family, because the tower master of the Spirit Tower in Tianhai City, the Witch Douluo Li Mengjie, is a member of the Li family.
As for the Raiden family, due to a series of changes, they have shown signs of decline in recent years. But even so, the ruler of Tianhai City still bears the surname Raiden.
And now, the fact that Otto can produce Li Mengjie's token means that he has indeed established a cooperative relationship with the Spirit Pagoda!
"good."
Otto nodded slightly. "Destiny has reached a cooperation agreement with the Spirit Pagoda. However, due to the special status of Pagoda Master Li, it is inconvenient for him to openly provide assistance. Therefore, he needs the assistance of a business leader like the Chief of the Shenli Clan. If you don't believe me, you can verify this with Pagoda Master Li yourself afterward."
He paused, then looked directly at Shinji Kiyohiko: "Now, I wonder if the clan leader is willing to cooperate with me?"
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Kiyohiko Kamisato remained silent for a moment, quickly weighing the pros and cons in his mind. With the Spirit Tower's endorsement, Otto's words were highly credible.
If the "blood of the gods" truly has such miraculous effects, this would undoubtedly be a huge business deal that could elevate the Shenli clan to a new level.
He raised his head, his tone solemn: "How does His Majesty Otto intend to sell the Blood of God? And what will the price be?"
This statement clearly indicated his willingness to cooperate.
Otto smiled with satisfaction: "The raw materials for 'Blood of God' are extremely precious and cannot be produced on a large scale, so I will dilute it a thousandfold before selling it."
"Don't worry, even when diluted, it can still significantly improve a Soul Master's aptitude. It's priced at one million Federal Credits per bottle."
In addition, Destiny will also launch other series of potions, which will also require the support of the Divine Clan's distribution channels.
"As for the undiluted original Blood of God," priced at 100 million Federal Credits per bottle, I plan to sell it to the major families of Tianhai City and the East Sea Navy, thereby establishing cooperation and making them the protectors of Destiny."
Kiyohiko Kamisato nodded, already having made up his mind.
A bottle costing 100 million Federal Credits may seem expensive, but for top powers, a drug that can enhance attributes and cure stubborn diseases is priceless.
Just then, Otto changed the subject, his gaze inquisitive: "I've heard that the chieftain of the Shenli clan has a son and a daughter. Your daughter is exceptionally intelligent, but has been frail and sickly since childhood, spending most of her life bedridden. Is that true?"
Upon hearing this, Kiyohiko Kamisato's body stiffened abruptly, a barely perceptible pain flashing in his eyes, before he slowly nodded: "Not bad."
This matter was no secret in Tianhai City, and there was no way to hide it. His daughter's frail health had always been his greatest concern, but even the best hospital in Tianhai City could not completely cure her.
Otto, seeing his expression, softened his tone: "If the chieftain trusts me, perhaps your daughter could take a vial of original divine blood," which might completely cure her ailment. This would be my way of showing sincerity."
He paused slightly, his tone becoming serious: "However, I must state in advance that the original Blood of the Gods is extremely potent. Taking it may cause certain changes to your daughter's appearance and martial spirit. I urge the clan leader to reconsider."
As soon as he finished speaking, Otto's body suddenly became ethereal, like smoke blown away by the wind, gradually dissipating in the study.
Only Kiyohiko Kamisato remained, sitting alone at the table, staring at the bottle of crimson "Blood of the Gods" and the Spirit Pagoda token on the table, lost in thought.
He then picked up the soul-guided phone on the table and dialed Li Mengjie's private number.
After a long pause, the moment he received a definite answer, Kiyohiko Kamisato's heart finally settled down, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
Otto wasn't lying; he really did cooperate with the Spirit Pagoda. The effects of the "blood of the gods" might indeed be as miraculous as he claimed.
"If—if what he said is true—"
Kiyohiko Kamisato looked at the "Blood of God" on the table again, his breathing quickening, his eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. He grabbed the glass bottle, carefully tucked it into his pocket, and quickly got up and walked out of the study.
"It seems he completely believes it."
Outside the residence of the Shinri clan, Otto slowly put down the Soul Guidance Phone in his hand.
His body suddenly began to twist and shrink, his golden hair gradually lost its luster, his emerald green pupils turned into deep black, his tall body hunched over, and his face beneath the black robe changed rapidly.
She eventually transformed into a hunched, ugly old woman—Li Mengjie, the Witch Douluo and tower master of the Spirit Tower of Tianhai City.
"Hehe, the last time I changed my appearance to play tricks on someone like this was decades ago."
Li Mengjie let out a soft, chuckle, her voice hoarse yet carrying a hint of exhilaration, "I never thought that at my age, I could relive the fun of those days."
Before she finished speaking, her soul power fluctuated slightly, and the phantom of her martial soul "Witch" flashed behind her.
As a martial soul that excels at transformation, changing one's appearance is a piece of cake for her. She doesn't even need to use her soul skills; she can achieve it perfectly simply through her martial soul's instincts.
As her soul power flowed, the old woman's figure changed again. Her hunched back straightened, her wrinkles faded, and her golden hair and green eyes reappeared. In the blink of an eye, she transformed back into the handsome and mysterious Otto Apocalypse.
"We can't delay the request from Master Xingchen."
Otto, the avatar of Li Mengjie, smiled faintly as he looked towards the other aristocratic residences deep within Tianhai City. "Next, it's time to visit the patriarchs of the other families."
She took a step forward, her figure flashing like a ghost, instantly appearing a hundred meters away, and disappearing into the night in a few leaps.
Her appearance as Otto was not a whim, but rather at the request of Lu Xingchen, a young man who had already shown amazing talent. He hoped she could help connect them to establish a company and promote the drug.
Li Mengjie would naturally not refuse such a small matter, and was even willing to take the initiative herself.
In her view, Lu Xingchen was exceptionally talented and had the potential to become one of the continent's top master craftsmen. Doing him a favor now would bring her far greater rewards once he achieved success.
Yes, that makes perfect sense!
Regardless of what others think, Li Mengjie felt that her idea was perfectly fine.