Of course, this required confirming that the System's optimization function could reduce the negative effects of the 'Never-Ending Theater.'
Otherwise, everyone would have to provide a miracle each time they entered, and even Tang himself couldn't afford that.
However, it was already confirmed that the System-optimized 'Never-Ending Theater' would be able to isolate Mr. Door's full moon murmurs.
The degree of this isolation would definitely not be as good as the gray fog or the Goddess of the Night and Her attendants, but while the one on the moon hadn't excessively invaded the real world, it would be sufficient.
"Next, it's just a matter of seeing how the Abraham family chooses."
Whether they would try to find the illusory South and North Poles or other methods, or cooperate with him.
With the high-sequence Extraordinary individuals in their family losing control and going mad for unknown reasons, and the other family members in imminent danger, what would they do?
Although Olson was his friend, this didn't mean Tang would provide selfless help to the Abraham family.
All the gifts bestowed by fate had already had their prices marked in secret.
The next step depended on the attitude of the Abrahams.
Two days later.
'Host, the optimization of the 'Never-Ending Theater' is complete.'
On the third day after recovering the Extraordinary characteristics of that Sequence Two Miracle Invoker, Tang heard the System's notification.
He was currently in Baron Ramd's study. On the desk were several jars containing a granular substance that was still slightly coarse but exceptionally white.
"How does it feel?"
Looking at his second son's somewhat expectant gaze, Baron Ramd nodded. "Very good, both in appearance and taste. Even if it's placed in Tingen, I think there would be people willing to pay a high price to buy it."
Something that could be welcomed in Tingen would also have a huge market in a metropolis like Backlund.
In this way, if it could be mass-produced, even if the price dropped somewhat, this purified and white sugar would be even easier to sell.
After all, compared to the expensive and rare sugar currently circulating in the market, which still belonged to the nobles, what Tang had produced had greatly improved in both purity and sweetness.
Tang himself understood that the white sugar he offered also benefited from the fact that countries like Ruen, Intis, and Feysac had not been established for long and the turmoil had not yet passed.
Currently, the lower classes had not even satisfied their basic needs for food and clothing, the social system had not yet completely stabilized, and the economic foundation was only in the initial stage of development; economy, technology, and talent had not yet had the opportunity to grow. Perhaps in the future, perhaps not long after, someone would suddenly discover and, after countless experiments, finally obtain purer and easier-to-produce white sugar.
But without accumulated foundation, in the present, they couldn't easily be on the same level of insight as someone from another world.
Tang felt that in some ways, he was quite lucky.
At least before the Emperor came down from above the gray fog, although he, as a 'Seer,' couldn't make many things himself, it still gave him a considerable amount of time to do things that could be profitable.
'Host, so do you want to switch to Mystic/Alchemist?'
"Please get the hell out of my sight."
'Okay, I'll ask again later.'
Tang: "..." How was this thing getting more and more贱 (cheap/annoying)?
Owen held a jar, reached in, compacted the white sugar, and put it in his mouth, looking very content.
"Be careful of cavities if you eat too much." Tang said with a fake smile.
"Tsk, so petty..." Owen muttered in a low voice, "Wasn't it just that I pulled you out of bed again in the morning? Do you have to give me such a long face?"
He was just thinking about his dear younger brother's health!
Who was the older brother anyway?!
What kind of younger brother acted like this?!
(Inner voice extremely loud).
Tang, who had stayed up all night dealing with some things last night: Heh...
"I'm giving you a friendly reminder, don't think of people so badly." Tang pointed to the jar in Owen's hand. "Half of the stuff inside has already been eaten."
"But if you get cavities, believe me, I'll be happy to pull out two for you, free of charge."
As for the fact that there weren't any proper painkillers yet, and cavities could be filled instead of necessarily being pulled... ah, what did it have to do with him?
Why not pull out two wisdom teeth while he was at it?
Owen: "..."
Still saying he wasn't petty?
Owen looked at Tang, then at the jar in his hand, and silently closed it and put it down.
"Father." Seeing Owen put down the sugar jar, Tang finally coldly withdrew his gaze.
He looked at Baron Ramd, who was sitting behind the desk, half his body bathed in sunlight and the other half hidden in shadow.
He said, "I have some ideas about that Sealed Artifact..."
"If you think it's feasible, then there's no problem."
After listening for a while, Baron Ramd didn't reject Tang's idea of making large-scale renovations in his territory.
"Okay." Having obtained permission and subsequent support from the Death Magistrate, Tang breathed a sigh of relief.
Leaving the study, he prepared to go to Mount Mutt.
It was a winding mountain range in this territory. Because of its steep terrain and the presence of many fierce beasts on the mountain, few people would enter that area. Therefore, a relatively large number of unique wild species were preserved in that area.
There were also a small number of supernatural creatures, but since his father arrived, the frequency of such creatures appearing had dropped to the lowest point.
And when Tang separated from Owen and left the castle alone, no one noticed a plain-looking ring on the little finger of his left hand.
''Never-Ending Theater' optimization complete.'
'Host, congratulations on obtaining 'Theater Proprietor' Ring X3.'
'After putting on this ring and becoming the proprietor of the theater, you should also understand how grand and magnificent the theater was before the curtain call; therefore, it is your responsibility as the proprietor to allocate the theater's resources, optimize the configuration, innovate programs, and allow the theater's development to follow the ideals of the audience, gaining their praise and recognition!'
'Cheer! Rejoice! In this never-ending theater, one miracle after another will bring unprecedented shock to the audience's body! mind! and spirit!'
''Theater Proprietor' Ring.'
'Quality: Exclusive prop of the 'Never-Ending Theater'.'
'The wearer of this item will be considered a core part of the 'Never-Ending Theater'. Within the theater, they can work with the theater's core to coordinate all resources within the theater.'
'Extraordinary Abilities:'
'You will be considered part of the theater's core and will not be marionetted.'
'As the theater's proprietor, a trip that can be taken at any time will not disrupt the normal operation of the theater; your departure will not require providing any 'miracle'!'
(End of this chapter)