Chapter 664.5: Yaya's Making Money!
"What? Sell Yaya No.1? No way!"
Bored atop the hill, Yaya immediately shook her head, recalling how she built the first unit piece by piece—absolutely refusing.
Orianna, on the other end of the magic wristwatch, froze for a moment—then laughed awkwardly and explained:
"Not this one! I mean the ones the territory will produce in the future."
"Each unit sells for 50 million gold—we get 5 million as our share."
"If we personally help sell one, the territory adds a 3 million bonus!"
8 million gold profit per sale!
Boredom vanished—Yaya's eyes went wide.
She thought about her empty wallet... and her old hoard once brimming with gold... and her eyes lit up.
"Yes! Sell, sell, sell! We must sell!"
Excited beyond belief, Yaya began pacing atop the hill.
Which quickly drew the attention of the Catachans.
Especially Chief Robert, who had just narrowly escaped death.
He set down the last of his vitality potion and nervously watched Yaya pace, fearing he'd upset her.
Even if Yaya had saved the tribe and behaved kindly—
Her massive size, terrifying strength, and insane battlefield destruction made her fearsome.
He slapped his forehead and pushed the fear aside. Then, signaling the witch doctors, he approached Yaya with several heavy baskets.
Just after putting away her magic wristwatch, Yaya noticed their arrival and asked in a commanding, curious tone:
"You looking for me?"
Chief Robert immediately dropped to one knee and respectfully presented a large chunk of shiny metal:
"Honorable Lady Yaya, the Ironbone Tribe thanks you for saving us. This tribute was carefully chosen—do you like it?"
The witch doctors behind him knelt as well, laying out various metal ingots and magical plants.
Yaya was about to decline, but the shimmer of the metals caught her eye. She immediately recognized their value.
A 10 kg adamantine ore chunk—
—with 30% purity at least, worth no less than 2.4 million gold!
Several fist-sized pieces of mithril—worth at least a million more.
High-grade extraordinary magic plants—each worth over 50,000 gold.
It didn't look like much—but this gift was handpicked by Chief Robert.
A smart man—he'd chosen based on Bay Territory's needs and trends.
He even prepared backups, in case Yaya didn't like these.
Like a mountain of food—
—or glittering gold coins obtained through trade.
Yaya was clearly tempted—this offering was worth nearly 5 million gold!
With just a nod, all of it would be hers.
And it was her rightful "reward"—nobody could argue otherwise.
But after 30 seconds of thought, under Robert's anxious gaze, Yaya shook her head and replied softly:
"Per our earlier agreement—helping partners in danger is what we're supposed to do."
"These are valuable—but I won't accept them."
"However, considering the Ironbone Tribe's situation, I think you need a different kind of partnership."
Robert was stunned. Facing Yaya's regal expression and the aura she radiated, he swallowed his nerves and nodded:
"Your mercy and greatness shine like a blazing sun, illuminating our eternal darkness."
"Whatever you say—we will agree."
The witch doctors chimed in, loudly and emotionally reciting praises.
Hearing this, Yaya almost choked on her words—internally delighted, but outwardly patient:
"I'm not in charge of the deals—a specialist will arrive soon to handle that."
"But rest assured—Bay Territory never cheats its partners."
As for Yaya No.1, Yaya said nothing—she just eyed the restless twisted monsters outside and smirked inwardly.
"Just wait until you see what Yaya No.1 can really do—then you'll be begging to pay."
"Once Ironbone Tribe gets one Yaya No.1, I'll earn even more—and afford even more units... hehehe..."
"Exactly. That's the way."
"Everyone profits—and then we all profit even more!"
As for who loses? The twisted monsters, of course. No big deal.
With that mindset, Yaya quickly contacted Matthew to deliver the good news.
Matthew didn't immediately leave Outpost 16—he first set up a large teleportation array, and only when City 22's reinforcements arrived did he head over with the others.
Soon, the Ironbone Tribe's Catachans witnessed Bay Territory's newly developed weapon.
Yaya, back in humanoid form—
—armed with all of Orianna's prior combat experience and systems.
Joyfully piloting Yaya No.1, she rampaged through the approaching twisted monsters.
Before everyone's eyes, Yaya No.1 displayed the weight and might of its fifty million gold coin price tag.
Even in basic hand-to-hand combat, it could easily take down large twisted monsters.
Against the more ordinary small creatures, it crushed them mercilessly.
Especially when Yaya No.1 unleashed its Elemental Breath—the arc of azure electricity swept effortlessly across a vast area.
Every twisted monster and tree struck by the beam was cleanly sliced in two.
Its terrifying lethality stunned the entire battlefield—even the Evilshadow Spirits lurking behind the scenes felt immense pressure.
Especially when they saw—
After stabilizing Ironbone Tribe's defensive line—
Yaya No.1 swiftly appeared outside the defenses of another Catachan tribe that had close ties with Bay Territory.
Was this the steel monster Evilfang had spoken of?
How could it be this powerful?
Compared to the flesh-and-blood Yaya, who was clearly far stronger, it was Yaya No.1 that filled the Evilshadow Spirits with "fear."
That's right—fear!
They had encountered the outside world before, had once stretched out tendrils of malice—
—though severed, they had tasted exquisite, unmatched flavors.
Yet in no world had they ever seen a metal construct so massive and formidable as Yaya No.1.
Metal had always been part of their food supply.
Treated like dessert—with a variety of flavors.
But now, these delicacies were jumping up to resist, even biting back—it was outright rebellion!
They knew nothing about Yaya No.1, and their understanding of Bay Territory was sorely lacking.
Bay Territory's manufacturing techniques—
—their ability to produce large-scale fire—
—their methods of teleporting Yaya No.1 across space—
—and their growing numbers—
—all made the Evilshadow Spirits wary and uneasy!
For safety and caution, the Evilshadow Spirits temporarily halted their attacks.
The reason was simple—their losses were too great.
The stronger the twisted creature, the longer it took to cultivate.
To produce something capable of countering Yaya No.1, they'd need to concentrate vast resources, time, and even then success wasn't guaranteed.
After all, legendary-level beings couldn't simply be crafted by piling up materials—their souls and minds were unique.
That's why Evilfang was so intent on protecting the second legendary Catachan Demon.
He only had three in total!
Yaya felt a bit deflated by the withdrawal of the twisted monsters and living jungle.
She had just rescued four Catachan tribes and shown them the strength of Yaya No.1.
Ironbone Tribe and another tribe had immediately expressed interest in buying one.
The other two tribes were clearly tempted and would likely commit soon.
It looked like the coins she had spent would soon come flooding back.
And she'd only keep making more!
Then the monsters suddenly stopped attacking?
"That's just outrageous!"
Grinding her teeth, Yaya viciously gnawed on a chicken leg, eyes spinning with scheming thoughts.
Orianna, who was summarizing battle data and compiling Yaya No.1's Phase One improvements, gave a gentle cough and said:
"No need to worry yet—just having a prototype doesn't create much marketing impact."
"Once Ironbone Tribe gets their Yaya No.1, the other tribes will naturally be interested."
"Besides, the territory's ability to produce Yaya No.1s also needs time to scale up."
"The stronger we make future Yaya No.1s, the higher the selling price!"
Hearing this, Yaya relaxed—she found it all very reasonable.
Looking down at the gleaming Yaya No.1, another thought popped into her head, and she excitedly said:
"If Yaya No.1 still needs more combat experience, then let's start hunting nearby Catachan Demons!"
Orianna immediately understood Yaya's true intention.
She wasn't just bored.
Sure, gathering more battle data for Yaya No.1 was one reason—
—but the real goal was to make money fast by killing valuable Catachan Demons.
Every part of a Catachan Demon was treasure.
Their light yet sturdy exoskeletons were perfect for crafting magical armor.
Their corrosive, toxic blood could be used in advanced potions.
Not to mention their poison—one-third of their value came from it alone, a key resource for Bay Territory's poison craft.
And Bay Territory had countless ways to use large magical creature parts.
Nothing was wasted—they'd even press oil from the bones!
No bones in Catachan Demons?
No problem! Their coarse, tough fur made excellent weaving material…
Orianna quickly crunched the numbers.
After deducting Yaya No.1's operation and maintenance costs—
—each adult Catachan Demon kill would net at least 800,000 gold coins in profit.
With Yaya's current money-making drive, Orianna had no doubt she could locate the Catachan Demons herself.
In fact, Yaya originally wanted to do the hunting herself—but Matthew talked her out of it:
"If you don't act personally, the enemy won't probe Yaya No.1 right away."
"If they're unsure, you can seize the opportunity to showcase Yaya No.1's true strength."
"The more you do, the more attention you draw—and not only will you gain more, you'll also buy the territory more time."
Producing a Yaya No.1 was no easy feat!
Even with Bay Territory's current output capacity, it still took seven days of full-scale effort to make one.
Bay Territory couldn't just halt production of all other materials either.
Yaya and Orianna quickly agreed.
They immediately started target scouting.
They weren't in a rush to attack—they wanted to pick several targets at once.
They planned to strike fast and hard before the enemy caught on.
So, that very night after the Evilshadow Spirits retreated—
Yaya No.1 reappeared amid lightning and thunder—
—and launched a raid on a Catachan Demon nest.
As apex predators of the Catachan jungle, Catachan Demons never considered fleeing.
"We've always been the hunters—how dare anyone treat us as prey!"
So, they charged straight in.
Catachan Demon, GG!
Yaya saw another Demon charging out, gleefully dropped the corpse she was holding, and happily charged in.
Yaya, double kill!
Regular Catachan Demons were no match for Yaya No.1.
Looking at her string of feats—"Advanced: Construct Mastery," "Advanced: Mechanical Mastery," "Extraordinary: Combat Master," "Extraordinary: Melee Master"—
Yaya stuffed another corpse into her spatial storage, grinning ear to ear:
"See? The more I study and train, the easier it is to crush these ignorant Catachan Demons!"
"Learning and knowledge really are the highest-return investments."
"Tonight, we're getting rich!"
Next to her, Orianna excitedly recorded the battle, working on a new combat program for Yaya No.1.
They had no intention of cleaning the battlefield.
They just rushed to the next Catachan Demon nest before the Evilshadow Spirits could respond.
Legendary Catachan Demons were rare—
—but ordinary ones were everywhere!
Under cover of night, Yaya activated "Full Profit Mode."
A dark night for killing, a windy night for fire.
While Yaya kept the Evilshadow Spirits in chaos—
Bay Territory's massive convoys and supplies advanced toward outer cities.
Bay Territory never played purely on defense!
"If you're going to attack us, we'll beat you up first!"