Roy registered a security company in Miyagi Prefecture, ostensibly producing military automatons for security services.
Of course, this company wasn't manufacturing the commonplace military automatons flooding the market. Instead, they were producing new models personally designed by Ernesta. While their performance couldn't rival Alde and Rimcy, surpassing existing market models was no issue at all. According to Ernesta's estimates, her new military automatons would outperform current models by at least tenfold.
Truly befitting a genius of the century.
Once these automatons were produced, breaking through the current limitations of the military automaton industry wouldn't be a problem, and they'd quickly capture significant market share.
Miyagi Prefecture was his territory, with all subordinates being his own people. With the government giving them the green light, company registration and recruitment proceeded smoothly. The only shortcoming was probably funding.
This was where the value of Roy's previous endorsement spree became apparent. The advertising fees he'd earned, along with an entire chest of gold and treasures brought from the Type-Moon world, were poured in generously.
"Truly worthy of me, such foresight!"
Roy silently praised himself.
In reality, his endorsement frenzy had simply been about making money—he just enjoyed watching cash flow into his pockets. The jewels from the Type-Moon world had been travel funds dug up by Rin after scouring every inch from those old magi bastards who'd exploded into coins. He'd never anticipated this current scenario.
When the company officially began operations, Roy dragged Ernesta along for a visit—she went to design the automatons while he shot endorsement ads for his company. With his current popularity as a Festa champion, it would've been a waste not to capitalize on it.
Once the automatons started production, Roy planned to quietly take some back to the Type-Moon world. Surely no one would complain.
Of course, Julis's issue had long been resolved too—the orphanage was purchased entirely and handed over to her.
Three wishes, fulfilled at once.
With all miscellaneous matters settled, Roy returned to Seidoukan.
He didn't bother attending classes. As a Festa champion, no matter how many classes he skipped—even if he ditched final exams—advancement was guaranteed.
He dialed a long-unused number, but no one answered. Shortly after, the recipient sent a location pin.
Roy left his residence, disguised himself, and headed for the redevelopment zone.
Deliberately avoiding the entertainment district, he arrived at a derelict building deep in the redevelopment area—distinctly different from previous locations, clearly part of a deliberate pattern of constant relocation.
Upon entering the building, the surroundings darkened as Roy stepped into Fan Xinglou's specially crafted bounded field.
A nine-year-old girl was already waiting inside.
"You've been quite busy lately, boy! Counting up, you've missed two months of training!"
Fan Xinglou's face was dark, glaring at Roy with murderous intensity. The pressure radiating from her surged like tidal waves, making it abundantly clear she was extremely displeased.
"If I don't show up, saving you the trouble, shouldn't you be happy?"
Roy quickly raised his hands in surrender. Even with his significantly increased strength and the Sword of the Black Furnace, he was no match for Fan Xinglou. There was no point asking for a beating.
"Hmph, don't forget you promised me you'd fight me with everything you've got. What if I'm not satisfied when the time comes?" Fan Xinglou snorted coldly as the oppressive aura around her gradually receded.
Having lived for over a thousand years, Fan Xinglou had long lost interest in everything in this world. The only thing that could pique her interest now was nurturing strong fighters to have satisfying battles with her.
Well, perhaps there was one more thing that might interest her now—the other worlds Roy had mentioned.
With a wave of her hand, Fan Xinglou teleported herself and Roy, who had already changed clothes, to Huangchen Hall in Jie Long.
"Come on, let me see how much you've improved after skipping class for two months! Xiaofei, Hufeng, Shenhua, Shenyun—all of you, come here!"
At Fan Xinglou's call, her four disciples soon arrived via teleportation.
"Master!" The four bowed respectfully in unison.
"All four at once?" Roy's gaze swept across the four who had appeared around him—front, back, left, and right. His expression grew slightly more serious, but his fighting spirit burned even brighter.
Wu Xiaofei was an old rival whose strength wasn't much inferior to his own. Zhao Hufeng was extremely fast. As for the twin siblings, their illusion techniques could be troublesome in a chaotic battle... But without this level of pressure, it might not be interesting enough.
"Shenhua, how many times have I told you to take off those things?" Suddenly, the elder twin Li Shenyun's face darkened as his eyes roamed over his sister's body, filled with disgust.
"Of course I'll take them off." Li Shenhua lowered her head and began removing the medals, bracelets, and pendants one by one from her person. "But not because you told me to! It's because they might get damaged in the fight!" she retorted angrily at her brother before carefully placing the items on a chair at the head of the room.
Weren't these twins supposed to be very close before? Why did they look like they wanted to tear each other apart now?
Roy glanced at Li Shenhua and the items she had removed, which suddenly looked somewhat familiar.
"Hiss—" Roy secretly drew a sharp breath. Upon closer inspection, those items were either engraved with his full-body image or featured his portrait. Counting carefully, they were all his merchandise. Moreover, he recognized that brand—he'd done endorsement shoots for them before. These were definitely authentic and came with a hefty price tag!
"What's so good about that trash? One day I'll crush that guy beneath my feet!" Li Shenyun gnashed his teeth, glaring at his defiant sister with eyes that seemed ready to spit fire.
Roy narrowed his eyes.
"Enough, let's begin!" Fan Xinglou waved impatiently.
The four disciples didn't dare hesitate, quickly coordinating their attacks—Wu Xiaofei as the main attacker, Zhao Hufeng providing flanking maneuvers, while the twin siblings supported from the rear.
Roy assumed his stance, immediately entering the realm of "Perception" as he engaged all four in combat.
Under the combined assault of the four, even Roy felt considerable pressure. Even with his hybrid combat-specialized Perception activated, he was still occasionally struck by Wu Xiaofei's fists or Zhao Hufeng's palms, while the twin siblings constantly harassed him with illusions—it was utterly annoying!
Suddenly, Roy breached their defenses and landed a punch on Li Shenyun's stomach, sending him to his knees with a sickly pale face.
Then he grabbed Li Shenhua by the shoulder and hurled her away.
Just as Li Shenhua gathered her prana, bracing to crash against the barrier, she realized the throw wasn't particularly forceful. She easily regained her footing.
She shot Roy a bewildered glance, then looked at her brother still kneeling nearby clutching his stomach. Cold sweat broke out across her back, yet she couldn't help feeling perplexed.
Was this guy actually being... chivalrous?