Eastern Fantasy: My Twin Sugar Mommies and Cheats are 100 Years Late! Chapter 7
"Young Master, I'll go prepare your bath now," Dou E notified him as she cleared the table after wiping his mouth.
"Yes, thank you," Yan Anle showed his appreciation with a nod and a warm smile. Still, his eyes remained glued to the two systems' binding trackers. They had increased quite slowly from the start, unlike the Bliss Palace Lord System.
[Immortal Clan System]: [Host, please do not compare us to that little vagrant. We are Imperial-grade Systems.]
[Myriad Worlds Auction House] put aside its grievances on this one. [That's right. How can the small amount of resources that fellow possessed be comparable to how much we have to impart upon you? Naturally, our binding process will take longer.]
Yan Anle's interest was naturally piqued. 'There are ranks among systems?'
The systems chorused, [Of course!]
Yan Anle probed as he exited the dining room, 'Oh? Tell me! What are they?'
[Myriad Worlds Auction House] took charge here. [There are nine ranks among us systems: Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, Unique, Legendary, Imperial, Divine, and Utmost. The Immortal Clan System and I are Imperial-grade.]
'Both of you are Imperial-grade, huh…' Yan Anle muttered internally. 'You guys already sound so amazing. I am quite curious about what Divine and Utmost-grade systems are capable of. Will having an Utmost-grade system allow me to ascend to immortality after just a night's rest?'
[Immortal Clan System]: [That is… actually not impossible.]
[Myriad Worlds Auction House]: [Indeed. The rumors about those nine fellows are more unbelievable than the last.]
'There are only nine of them?' Yan Anle noted but did not press further as he reached his bedroom and glanced at their binding trackers again. Neither of them had reached thirty percent yet. 'Is there a way to speed the binding process up? What if you do not finish binding before my Primordial Spirit takes action?'
[Myriad Worlds Auction House]: [Host, don't worry.]
[Immortal Clan System]: [The moment we passed the ten percent mark, it already became impossible for us to be kicked out unless you or we decide to disengage.]
Yan Anle sighed, relieved, and lay back in his bed after taking off his shoes and outer robe. "That's good."
He shut his eyes and relaxed until Dou E knocked on his door; his bath was ready. On his way to the bath, he glanced at the system panels. 'Thirty-six percent and thirty-eight percent. I guess I will not be able to access them until tomorrow morning.'
Not paying the two systems any more mind, he focused on and enjoyed a warm evening bath and a brief massage from Dou E before nodding off for the night.
Perhaps it was due to awakening the systems, but he did not dream of his livestreamed, brutal death under the full moon this time. Instead, he saw himself standing above everyone in the Pacified Grace Star, receiving endless worship. The only people who dared to utter his real name directly and meet his gaze were Dou E, who had married him, and the four kids she mothered for him—two boys and two girls, each named after a season: Autumn, Spring, Winter, and Summer.
Every one of those children grew up to be powerhouses, each ruling one of the four continents: Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise. Even the various islands scattered across the map were subordinated. The whole world was under the iron thumb of the clan formed by his descendants.
The situation was so absurd that no one else, not even his original clan, dared to call themselves the "Yan Clan" anymore. No one dared to casually use that surname either; many of those who originally bore it opted to change it, either feeling unworthy or fearful.
Dreams are fleeting. Yan Anle eventually had to wake up.
As the golden rays of the rising sun entered his bedchambers through the windows and illuminated his wrinkled face, Yan Anle's eyes fluttered open. After he regained his clarity, he stretched. 'So, it was all a dream, huh…'
Just as he sighed and turned to get out of bed, downcast, he heard a now-familiar voice say, "Good morning, Host! Congratulations on successfully binding to the [Immortal Clan System]!"
As his eyes lit up, he thought, 'It was not a dream?!' The second system chimed in as well: "Good morning, Host! Congratulations on successfully binding to the great I, the [Myriad Worlds Auction House], as well!"
Yan Anle's lips curved upward as two rectangular screens materialized before him. The apple-green screen to the left with black font was the [Myriad Worlds Auction House], while the red-colored one to his right with white font was the [Immortal Clan System]. As for how he was sure of this at a glance—well, they made sure to label themselves at the very top.
…
Immortal Clan System:
Clan Founder Trackers:
Name: Yan Anle. Race: Human. | Age: 113 Years. | Gender: Male. Spell Cultivation Base: None. Body Cultivation Base: None. Special Physique(s): None. Special Bloodline(s): None. Spirit Root(s): None. Cultivation Technique(s): [Core: None] [Auxiliary: None] Dao Techniques: None. Immortal Clan Points: 0.
Clan Trackers:
Clan Name: N/A. Clan Rank: N/A. Clan Members: N/A. Clan Qi Luck: N/A. Clan Reputation: N/A. Available Missions: [Startup: Contains a chain of missions = [Matriarch Wanted], [Concubine(s) Wanted (Optional)], [Home Sweet Home], and [Descendants]] Functions: [Family Tree (Locked)] [Territory Map (Locked)] [Clan Assets Tracker (Locked)] [Clan Founder's Pride (Locked] [Warehouse (Locked)] [Clan Contribution Board (Locked)] [Power In Unity (Locked)] [Immortal Clan Shop (Locked)] Remark: There is no such thing as a one-man clan.
…
Myriad Worlds Auction House:
Auction House Trackers:
Auction House Name: N/A. Auction House Rank: N/A. Auction House Staff: N/A. Auction House Reputation: [Pacified Grace Star: N/A] Functions: [Staff Management (Locked)] [Myriad Worlds Warehouse (Locked)] [Auction House Structural Management (Locked)] [Auction House Operational Rules] [Management (Locked)] [Auction House Customers Management (Locked)] [Myriad Worlds Shop]. Available Missions: [Startup = contains a chain of missions: [Auctions Aren't Held On Streets], [Staff Wanted], and [First Impressions Matter]] Remark: If only "N/A" was a type of food or cultivation resource; sigh.
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It is worth mentioning that the [House Founder Tracker] on the Myriad Worlds Auction House's window contained information that was almost identical to that displayed under the Immortal Clan System's [Clan Founder Tracker]. The only difference was that instead of [Immortal Clan Points], there was [Myriad Worlds Auction Points] on the Myriad Worlds Auction House's side.
This point he found to be redundant and expressed it to the systems. They both acknowledged his opinion and hence jointly created a third window dedicated solely to displaying his own information.
Seeing this, he nodded with a "Neat," before shifting his attention back to the [Missions].
Even before seeing the details of the missions, their titles already allowed him to make reasonable guesses of what they entailed.
"Sorry [Immortal Clan] but you will have to take a back seat for now." Stroking his chin beard which had been kept clean by Dou E, he mused to himself, "[Myriad Worlds], you mentioned that I could take a zero-interest loan to create a personal and mobile Secret Realm where the Auction House, right? Let's do that first!"
[Myriad Worlds Auction House]: [Of course, Host. But, aren't you forgetting something?]
Yan Anle cocked his head slightly, "What did I forget?"
[Myriad Worlds Auction House]: [Host, we promised you Beginner Gift Boxes. You have yet to open either of them!]
"Right!" He smacked his forehead, "Open the Beginner Gift Boxes immediately!"