Chapter 626 - 603: Turning Wizards Into Standard Parts!
Chapter 626: Chapter 603: Turning Wizards Into Standard Parts!
Allen threw out his bargaining chips. "Promise them top-tier independent laboratories, a full set of automated Golem assistants, data-sharing rights for cross-Plane research projects, an absolutely secure environment, and a Magic Stone salary 1.5 times the standard of the Hub City. Those marginalized Wizards who can’t compete for resources in the council or are ostracized by their families will swarm over like sharks smelling blood."
"Boss, those wandering Wizards are unruly and rebellious. They will harbor ulterior motives," Colin reminded him.
"To come here, they must sign the ’Labor Contract of the Divine Kingdom of Ten Thousand Machines’." Allen chuckled. "As long as they covet the resources here, they must sign a contract."
"Boss, one last question." Colin thought for a moment. "What if the Wizards we spend a fortune training run off to other Planes after graduation? Full tuition exemption for all three academies will severely overdraw the Divine Kingdom’s finances. Aren’t we just doing charity?"
Allen smiled. It was the standard smile of a capitalist.
"Charity? That word doesn’t exist in my dictionary. Knowledge is power, and equivalent exchange is the eternal iron law of the Wizarding World."
He waved his finger lightly, and a thick legal document was projected in mid-air.
It was the "Truth Student Loan Agreement".
"The Basic Academy is tuition-free, but before enrollment, they must sign the ’Directed Service Agreement’. After graduation, they are required to serve in factories under Wesren Heavy Industry for five years, paid according to the minimum technical post standard.
"The High-level Alchemy Academy and the Supreme Wizard Academy will implement a ’student loan’ system.
"All High-tier Meditation Methods, Core Witchcraft Models, experimental materials, and even Magic Potions for breaking through bottlenecks will have clearly marked prices. Apprentices can apply for loans from the Ten Thousand Machines Magic Stone Bank to purchase knowledge, calculated at compound interest.
"After graduation, they can choose to have jobs uniformly assigned by the Grand Governor. Seventy percent of their salary will be used for mandatory loan repayment. According to Jarvis’s actuarial model, an apprentice with a B-grade aptitude will need to work continuously for Wesren Heavy Industry for fifty years just to pay off their debt."
Dead silence fell over the conference room once again.
The executives looked at Allen, a deep shudder rising in their hearts.
Using free tests as bait and the thirst for knowledge as shackles, he was tying the geniuses of the entire Plane securely to his war chariot, squeezing out every last ounce of their value. This was more absolute than serfdom because what locked them in place was not a whip, but their own greed for truth.
"One last thing." Allen looked at them and said, "Take the admissions brochures for the three academies—highlighting ’regardless of origin, regardless of race, student loans provided’—and scatter them through our merchant caravans to the thirteen primary Planes surrounding the Gray Channel. What I want is not just the population of G-771; I want to siphon the extraordinary seeds of the entire Star Domain.
"Go and execute it. Let this world start turning."
The next morning.
The personal terminals on the wrists of 765 million citizens vibrated slightly at the same time. Another maximum-authority decree, uniformly pushed by the Grand Governor system, was sent to everyone’s holographic screens.
The "Extraordinary Education White Paper of the Divine Kingdom of Ten Thousand Machines" was officially published.
Falling Leaves Town.
Hans, a young blacksmith apprentice, clenched his fists as he looked at the announcement on the screen.
His original life trajectory was to enter Factory No. 2 as a fitter, but now, he saw a stairway to the clouds. Words like "tuition exemption," "room and board included," and "become a great Wizard" ignited the ambition in his eyes like a blazing fire.
"Grandpa, I want to take the test!" he turned and shouted at Old Hans.
Inside Mage City.
Former Viscount Andrew sat in his spacious living room, staring fixedly at the "student loan agreement" on his terminal.
Relying on the keen sense of smell forged by the old aristocracy in political infighting, he instantly detected the man-eating fangs hidden behind this agreement. Fifty years of mandatory repayment—this was simply a beautifully packaged indenture contract.
However, he only hesitated for three seconds before decisively registering all three of his sons.
Because in the face of absolute Extraordinary Power, a mortal’s freedom was worthless. This was the only path to break through class barriers; even if the end of the path was just another set of iron shackles, he had to make his family wear them.
RUMBLE—
A deafening roar echoed through the sky. Several Floating Ships lifted off from the Cybertron Fortress. Fully loaded with the first batch of "Truth Type I" testing pods, they flew toward all parts of the continent like giant beasts sowing seeds.
At the same time, deep within the Gray Channel.
A merchant ship flying the flag of Wesren Heavy Industry slowly sailed into a Primary Plane Star Port named "Black Rock." Countless parchment sheets printed with the admissions brochures scattered everywhere with the air currents, falling into the hands of those mortals.
An unprecedented god-making movement, packaged in industry and capital, vigorously raised its curtains. The seeds of an extraordinary civilization had been personally planted by Allen. As for whether these seeds would eventually grow into towering trees or become fuel on an assembly line—time would give the answer.