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"Alright. Alright. So, here's the plan." Jin leaned forward, his voice low but urgent, as he laid out the strategy that would change everything. Claire shifted in her seat, the weight of the moment pressing down on her. She had been hoping for a less drastic approach, but it seemed Jin had made up his mind.

He had decided to cut her out of the current conversation they had to avoid any further distractions. The annoyance simmered in Claire; she knew her insights could be valuable, but she also recognized that her incessant chatter had calmed her nerves. She bit back her thoughts, wanting to see where this was headed.

"I am going to do what you said, erm, partially. Again, I shall apologize. It is my fault for not thinking through about the expenses. Never did I expect it to be this high," Jin remarked, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the ramifications of their plan. Claire opened her mouth to respond, eager to express her concerns, but Jin was quick to cut her off.

"I would be throwing out a dungeon portal at the largest capital in the United Federations or the Xeon Union. Maybe both at the same time. At that point, a mixture of both human-sized and Mecha-sized creatures would dominate one of their capital worlds," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and determination. Claire's mind raced as she processed his words. This was not just a daring escapade; it was a full-scale invasion.

She had thought they were working toward a more diplomatic erm simpler business like solution, but Jin was clearly ready to escalate things to a separate level. The implications of this action were staggering, and Claire couldn't help but dwell on the potential fallout. "We will annihilate the city citizens, and we are not recruiting them at all. The System would not take in any of the soul energy, allowing them to reincarnate as per usual." Jin's voice dripped with conviction as he outlined their approach.

Claire felt a chill run down her spine; the callousness of his strategy seemed almost too brutal to grasp and was it because of his stint as a King that made him so cold. Initially, she thought it would just be enabling both sides to have a more bitter war. But now, he wants to annihilate all of them. How could he be so detached from the consequences of his actions? Still, Claire continued to listened through.

"On the other hand, we send in elite troops to infiltrate and rob their banks and money reserves so that we take any cold hard cash that we can find," Jin continued, his tone almost gleeful. Claire shook her head incredulously, trying to wrap her head around the grandiosity of it all.

"They will teleport out the moment they have access to the cash. In the meantime, we will test their defences as their military capabilities in fighting against the demons or monsters that I had summoned," Jin explained, his strategic mind working in overdrive. Claire couldn't help but interject at this point.

"But at what cost?" she pressed, her voice shaking slightly. It was not just about earning money through war, but killing everything and taking from the dead.

Jin sighed, the tension in the air thickening. "Is this the time for being hypocritical when we have other higher powers at work? We don't have the luxury of time for negotiations or brilliant business plans. If we were to enter as a new force, they won't see us as equals until we prove ourselves. This is a universe governed by power." As he spoke, Claire felt that it was useless to argue anymore but to continue to hear his plan since Yun was not even opposing against it. The more she think about it, Jin might had already crossed that line but it was still her responsibility as a human being to at least talk some ethics into him despite the fact that her accepting whatever Jin had might be hypocritical.

"The only difference is time around is that I am not going to introduce any magical creatures into the mix," he reiterated, his tone firm. "We're dealing strictly with physical-type monsters. These beasts will shred through their Mechas, tanks, or whatever military arsenal they have. At the same time, I'll send a command to these monsters to grab whatever scrap metal we can find. Imagine that—a horde of ferocious creatures tearing down their defences and salvaging equipment right under their noses."

Claire raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "The System would send all these salvaged items to Atopia, right? Breaking them down to recycle whatever we find while checking on their tech level?"

"Exactly!" Jin nodded, a smile creeping on his face. "But that's just the tip of the iceberg. The monsters are there primarily for publicity. The more destruction they cause, the more defence forces will respond. It's a calculated risk—sure, they might be bombarded into oblivion, but that's the whole point of the dungeon portal. We're setting a stage for something much larger. This is merely the beginning; we'll tweak our monsters based on the military response."

Claire's mind raced as she processed the implications of his plan. "So, you want to create a spectacle that draws attention and resources?"

"Precisely," Jin said, his enthusiasm growing. "We'll replicate this strategy across other capital worlds and space colonies. The demand for mercenary military services will skyrocket. We'll roll in with our own brand of Mechas and military forces, offering our services to combat these dungeon monsters we unleashed."

"That sounds… risky," Claire said, her brow furrowed. "What if they band together to fight back?"

"That's the beauty of it," Jin replied with a confident grin. "These nations might unite against a common enemy, but desperation will drive them to seek our help. They'll need proper equipment, and we'll be waiting in the wings, ready to provide it. We'll even include Pandarens in this fray, allowing them to join as mercenaries in the fight against the monsters we created."

"Wait, what? Pandarens?" Claire exclaimed, struggling to grasp the full scope of his plan.

"Think about it," Jin continued, unperturbed by her surprise. "The Pandarens bring unique skills and abilities to the table. By integrating them into our forces, we not only diversify our assets but also generate intrigue around our operations. They'll be marketed as the ultimate defenders against the monster invasions, a force that brings hope amidst chaos."

"So, essentially, you're creating a loop," Claire surmised, her scepticism replaced by understanding. "You're forcing demand out of something they had no control over."

"Yes!" Jin said, a glimmer of pride in his voice. "Their military might might falter, and they could end up joining forces, pooling their resources to develop equipment that can halt our monster invasions. Or they might compete with one another, driven by desperation, all because of a supply chain crisis."

"But what about the ethical implications?" Claire prompted, a hint of concern creeping into her tone. "Are we really willing to manipulate so many lives for the sake of profit?" Jin leaned forward, his expression serious.

"Every move we make will have consequences. But in a world where chaos reigns, we have the chance to steer it. The current powers are ill-prepared for what's coming. We're not just creating a business out of this…" He could sense Claire wished to warn him once more.

"So, in short," she mused, her voice echoing amidst the dungeon instance they were in, "instead of rebuilding the Mecha Universe, you are going to destroy and plunder everything and anything inside the said universe?"

The positive response from Jin came swiftly, with a mixture of resignation and a hint of excitement. "Well, the goal for the Mecha Universe was to get the processing speed upgrade that the System wanted. At the same time, help out with Rei on his movie thingy. We are doing all of these is to get good footage for his Mecha Movie." The implications of this statement hung in the air, a reminder of the blurred lines between creativity and destruction.

"Other than that, I do not have anything much that I can obtain from here." Jin's mind raced as he processed this information. The Mecha Universe, with all its technological marvels, was losing its allure. While it boasted impressive machines and formidable mechas, it paled in comparison to the other realms that beckoned him.

The Goblin World, for instance, still held remnants of long-lost dwarf technology—an intricate tapestry of innovation that dwarfed what the Mecha Universe had to offer. It was a treasure trove of potential, yet deciphering its secrets was akin to hunting for ancient relics in a labyrinthine dungeon.

"And what about the Farming World?" Jin thought to himself, his eyes narrowing as he contemplated the possibilities. This realm provided the finest raw materials, a veritable cornucopia of resources that could be harnessed to fuel his ambitions. With the right methods and techniques in place, the Farming World could cultivate the most precious asset in Jin's universe: oil. The thought of harnessing such power sent a thrill through him, igniting a fire of determination.

Pandapolis, the first city he had built, stood as a testament to his ambition. It was not just a city; it was a lifeline for the entire multiverse, feeding the Dungeon Dollars that served as currency in this fractured reality. What baffled Jin was the inexplicable value of this currency, derived from a society that seemed to thrive in chaos. Despite their crude ways of living, their money held worth beyond reason.

The System offered vague explanations, but none provided clarity. Yet Jin recognized that the essence of the Dungeon Dollars lay in their ability to conjure precious and random materials seemingly out of thin air. It was this magic that underpinned their economy, and Jin was determined to exploit it.

As he pondered his options, the situation grew to the point that he is confirming his bias. Reports from both the Celestials and Demons spoke of a third mysterious party intent on wreaking havoc across the multiverse. This faction, shrouded in secrecy, threatened to upend the delicate balance that held their worlds together. For Jin, this was both an opportunity and a challenge. "And now that the Celestials and Demons had reported a third mysterious party that seeks to destroy things," he reasoned, "I am just going to do whatever I can to earn money while causing wanton destruction so that they would at least try to notice what I am doing."

With newfound resolve, Jin began to chart his course. Destruction, it seemed, was not just a byproduct of his actions; it was a strategy. By wreaking havoc, he could draw the attention of the Celestials, Demons, and the enigmatic third party. He envisioned a chaotic ballet of light and sound, a spectacle that would not only serve his purposes but would also capture the raw essence of the multiverse's struggle.

Each explosion, each falling mecha, would be a message—a statement that Jin was here, and he meant business. In this unpredictable dance of fate, Jin would harness the chaos, turning destruction into opportunity. He would plunder the remnants of the Mecha Universe, extracting every ounce of value it offered.

"Heh, imagine if there are enigmatic beings out there to ensure that the balance of existence remains intact, preventing anyone from exploiting the infinite possibilities laid out before them." Claire found herself chuckling at the very notion, dismissing it as mere fantasy on Jin's need for destruction of the Mecha Universe, until the System—a powerful entity responsible for overseeing the intricacies of this universe—intervened with a stern reminder.

"You may find amusement in the idea, Claire," the System intoned, "but rest assured, guardians exist, and they watch over the fabric of the multiverse. They are not mere myth; they wield the power to challenge any reckless ambitions that threaten the harmony of existence." Intrigued but sceptical, Claire listened as the System elaborated.

"Most of these guardians are Celestial candidates—beings selected for their strength and wisdom. Recently, the God of Preservation, Vishnu, has granted us the green light to work towards our objective to lure out a mysterious third party lurking beyond the veils of perception. Thus, the System see no issue with regards the rampage. The only difference is that I would not be absorbing any soul energy in unless the System had deemed that the humans in question are talented people worth taking into the System."

Jin's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. "Wait a minute. Are you implying that those I might recruit—those who might join us—are worthless? Is that what you're saying?"

Without missing a beat, the System replied, "Yes. Should the User adopt a less benevolent stance and enforce stricter regulations regarding minions, the System would operate without the headache of managing limits. You see, it's all about maintaining balance."

A sigh escaped Jin's lips. "Fine, fine. I get it. Can we move on? I'm not interested in a lecture about your operational protocols right now." The System, ever compliant, fell silent, allowing Jin to wait for the conclusive answer that his Finance Lead had to give with regards to this particular proposal that he made.

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