Tony Clark stood in the center of his private training yard with a deeply satisfied, villainous smirk.
He did not waste a single second celebrating his first successful creation. His strategic mind had already calculated the exact timeline needed to completely monopolize the academy's black market before the grand elders could even monitor his hidden resources.
Returning to his private meditation chamber inside the Cloud-Mist Pavilion, Tony locked the heavy wooden doors and laid out the remaining sheets of premium Blank Spiritual Bamboo Paper across the smooth wooden table.
He dipped his silver iron Runic Carving Pen deep into the dense, high-grade Beast Blood Ink, his dark eyes flashing with a terrifying, predatory sharpness as he prepared to begin an absolute, relentless mass production line.
