“Damn! How come you already have part of our people here?” Matte couldn’t help but ask. And the others looked at me in a weird way.

“I got them from Toranks,” I shrugged, “aside from training with my forces, I didn’t force them to fight for me. I just asked them and those willing joined my forces out there to invade other worlds.”

I did tell a little lie, but it was worth it. Seeing a large number of these Hescos here doing nothing but training with my newly arrived races made me look cool.

“The Toranks? You don’t possibly mean the same Toranks in the universe, right?” another paragon asked, while Matte kept speaking to himself about something I couldn’t get.

“Sure, they are my allied race,” I said it like it was something simple. Yet from the reaction on their faces I knew my words left the desired impression over them.

“You mean you belong to the Toranks, right?” Matte asked after snapping out from whatever he was thinking about, “the Toranks never get themselves allied with anyone, not someone who came from a no named race like yourself.”

“Hahahaha! Don’t give me that look, I’m not lying and they are indeed working with me on equal grounds. We are friends and allies, and I don’t belong to anyone.”

Despite what Matte said amidst his doubts and shock might be considered rude, yet I responded with a hearty laugh in return.

I wasn’t lying right now. Toranks might be a mighty race like the Hescos, but we were working together as collaborators, not a relation between a master and a servant or something.

“Are you for real?!!” Matte screamed before adding, “you can’t possibly be speaking the truth, right?”

“Why not?” I calmly smiled, “I have something they desperately wanted.”

“What? Fighting us? No way! They were fighting us for a long time! They used many races to work for them and fight us on countless occasions!”

Matte seemed to speak what others had in mind. I noticed everyone nodding or silently changing looks with each other without saying anything.

“I’m not lying,” I took something out from my inventory, “they just need my stuff, and so we are working together as friends and allies.”

“This…” It was Stephen’s turn to speak. He looked quite shocked, while the rest of the paragons were confused, “isn’t this the legendary bones? The ones who created a ruckus all over the universe not long ago? They came from you?!!”

“Oh, so you have heard about my bones already?” I matched his shocking gaze with one filled with doubt from me. After all, only the higher ups in strong races and rich folks got to know about my bones.

“Sure,” Stephen bitterly smiled, “I tried to get my hand on one of those but failed. Their prices… They are sky high! And it’s not easy to find them to begin with. Who knows you are the one selling them… This… This is quite unbelievable!”

He seemed to know a lot about my bones and their value. Yet when I asked him about what these bones were used for, I got disappointed as I got the same answer as before.

“If you want one, you can have this,” I flipped the blue grade bone in my hand and threw it over to him. He caught it with a shocked and disbelieved expression on his face, before lowering his gaze and started checking the bone like it was a real treasure.

“Lord… Can you give me one?” Matte didn’t know anything about my bones before Stephen spoke. Yet from Stephen’s words, he and others seemed anxious and eager to get my bones.

I wanted to rope them in. “Sure, one for each and every single one of you,” So I took out enough bones and gave them out for everyone.

Their faces showed a weird expression. It wasn’t easy to get their hands over a treasure it seemed. And they saw my bones equal to these treasures.

“Don’t give me this look. These bones might be precious and rare, but I’m the source of them. So it’s fine,” I laughed when they eyed me with envy and admiration.

“Let’s go to the pocket world then,” despite the fact that I already took them all over the world here, I didn’t speak about this world that belongs to me solely.

I wanted to leave a much better impression than the one I just left. And my pocket world was going to do this trick.

Once we went to the pocket world, their faces were filled with shock.

What they saw first was the grand flying fortress that was left hanging over the endless altars in the ground.

“What are these things? Why are many people going there? And why do I feel like they move in a blurry way out there?” Matte and others were surprised and couldn’t help but rain me with tons of questions.

At first only Matte was the one speaking to me. And now most of them got used to me and started to speak up their minds as well.

That was a good start indeed.

“These are my altars, and they are used for a very important reason…” I started to slowly explain what was going on here. The more I spoke, the more surprised they became.

When I spoke about the ability of these altars to make anyone a cultivator, the look on their face was a mix between disbelief and envy.

“You do know that such a thing is considered impossible in the universe,” Stephen expressed what everyone was thinking as he added, “even in our race, only by spending long years in training, no one can open a cultivation base this easily.”

“I’m not like your race,” I evilly grinned, “I was lucky enough to find tons of useful artefacts and lost technology of many races. I made the best use of this one here. Besides this takes lots of time actually to produce a single cultivator.”