American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

To prevent being settled accounts with in the future, Nick was doing his best. For example, on his left was the Sorcerer Supreme Wong, and on his right was a young man with a somewhat weathered face. Seated in front of him were over a dozen impeccably dressed, elderly people with flickering flames of life.

"Okay, now that you've reviewed the agreement, let me confirm once again, are you sure you want to accept employment from Mephisto, Lord of the Hell Dimension, to contribute to his banking enterprise?" Nick sighed, looking at the dozen or so elderly people. He was familiar with almost every one of them. "If you're unwilling, there's still an opportunity to withdraw, but after withdrawing, according to the confidentiality agreement signed earlier, you will not be able to disclose any information about today to anyone, by any means."

"Can you allocate us more longevity potions?" One of the elderly people glanced at Nick and said with difficulty.

"I'm sorry." Nick looked helpless. "The allocation quota for longevity potions is fixed. If you want to change it, you'll have to wait until next year's longevity conference."

"Our influence is getting lower and lower, and we will be able to fight for fewer longevity potions from the conference in the future. Now that there is a new path, why don't we try it?" Another elderly man coughed. Although he was well-maintained, he looked even older. His wrinkled hands caressed a parchment contract in his hand, his eyes full of persistence and desire.

These people were all at the end of their lives. If it weren't for the longevity potions produced by Hebron to keep them alive, they would have died long ago. They were delighted by the appearance of longevity potions, but helpless because of their output. In the later stage, under the exchange and compromise of various interests, Hebron did not hide its longevity technology. Including Osborne and other industries, according to the technical process and materials given by Luke, longevity potions can indeed be produced, but the cost and effort required are also frighteningly large.

Perhaps it was a problem with the process, or perhaps it was a problem with proficiency. With the same technology, the longevity potions produced by other biological and pharmaceutical giants were worse than those produced by Hebron, and the qualified yield was also low.

Therefore, although the technology was semi-public, and even some giants had innovated a little on this technology and had their own things, Hebron's authority and voice in longevity potions were even greater than before the technology was made public.

If there are better ones, who would be willing to use inferior products? Especially those so-called big shots. Without comparison, they can only choose Hebron. However, after some exchange of interests, although other giants can also use specific instruments manufactured by Hebron to extract blood race factors from blood races to synthesize longevity potions, after effect verification and comparison, they found that the longevity potions produced by Hebron were still their only choice!

They seemed to have more choices, but in reality, they still had no other choice.

Of course, it's not to say that the longevity potions produced by other pharmaceutical giants under authorization are useless. As long as this potion is not saturated, it will never lack a market. Moreover, limited by the blood race and technology, the output of longevity potions will be in a stage of short supply for a long time to come. The top batch of people naturally enjoy the best quality longevity potions produced by Hebron. No one can compete with Hebron in this regard. But the market below that Hebron can't take care of, these giants will certainly not be polite.

Official organizations or secret or open and aboveboard organizations such as the Longevity Conference, Longevity Alliance, Blood Race Factor Research Association, and Mutual Aid Association were established. Various giants huddled together for warmth, putting Hebron, the technology provider and licensor, high up, allowing the other party to enjoy the richest piece of cake, but behind them was an involution-style competition.

Research on the blood race, as well as buying and selling competition, almost broke their heads every year. At the same time, they also unanimously and actively helped Hebron resist all the pressure from the outside.

Want to join in and get a share of the pie?

No problem!

First submit an application, and then wait for notification. As long as after everyone's evaluation and testing, it is unanimously believed that you meet the organization's qualifications for joining, then you can join.

What are the qualification requirements?

First of all, you need to have some understanding and research on the blood race, right? At least you can't be completely ignorant of it, right? Then, if you want to join in and eat the cake, then you must have at least a certain amount of raw materials for producing the cake in your hands, right? What? The raw materials on the market are all in our hands? Some small enterprises with a small number of blood race factor materials have also been acquired by us with both carrots and sticks. Then who told you to be slow?

Don't say that we announced the qualification requirements only after we completed all of this. If you can't guess and obtain the most basic rumors and information one step ahead, then it can only show that you temporarily don't have the strength or qualifications to join.

Not to mention anything else, over the past few years, the longevity potion has initially formed a stable interest circle. Although this circle was formed because of the longevity potion, those smart people and people who have mastered a lot of resources have long expanded its boundaries and added a lot of halos to it.

Once humans play in circles, it is basically a level system like online games.

The annual longevity conference is used by those dignitaries to negotiate the allocation of longevity potions. Under the rules constructed by the [smart people], on the surface, it is allocated according to the so-called contribution to the organization or the world, but this is a very broad and difficult to define issue.

The dozen or so elderly people present, who once had a low reputation in the financial industry, although their era has passed, their influence and financial resources still allow them to join this circle, but they cannot be allocated Hebron's longevity potions.

"Now that you have made your choice, sign the contract." The young man with a weathered face sitting on Nick's right said, "Once this contract is signed, there is no possibility of any regrets. You can play with those languages, words, or laws against ordinary people, but these little tricks have no effect on the owner behind the contract. Once the contract is signed, your souls will not belong to you, but to the owner of the contract, a powerful demon lord."

"Cough cough! Mr. Blaze, the contract was jointly established with Mephisto under the witness of the Supreme Mage and Luke. These people only work for the Energy Bank after signing the contract, and not for Mephisto and the Hell Dimension." The Sorcerer Supreme Wong on Nick's left coughed twice. He felt it necessary to speak out.

"What's the difference? I know the binding force of this contract better than you, as well as Mephisto's insidious tricks that are hard to guard against." The contemporary Ghost Rider Johnny Blaze sat loosely on the chair, nonchalantly. Although he was Mephisto's spokesperson here, he had no trust or fondness for that cunning demon god.

"There is still a difference. At least they are not registered in the Hell Dimension." Sorcerer Supreme corrected: "This contract is backed by the power of the Sorcerer Supreme, the God King Odin, and Luke. Mephisto's relationship with them is not a master-slave relationship, but an employer-employee relationship. Mephisto pays remuneration in exchange for them working for him and the Sorcerer Supreme and others."

"Where do their souls go?" Blaze turned his head to look at the Sorcerer Supreme, his weathered face with a pair of eyes that seemed to have the power to judge people's hearts!

"Data Dimension! That is where the headquarters of the Energy Bank is located, and it is also where they work." Sorcerer Supreme slightly avoided Blaze's eyes, but then glared back.

"Although Mephisto is the first president of the Energy Bank, the Sorcerer Supreme and the other two are also shareholders of the bank. Strictly speaking, they are not just working for Mephisto."

After speaking, the Sorcerer Supreme turned his head and no longer met Blaze's eyes. Although the Sorcerer Supreme is cooperating with Mephisto now, it does not mean that they are in the same group as the Hell Dimension. Sorcerer Supreme still had to make this clear to others.

"Okay, we're just handling affairs." Nick interrupted the two who were a little at odds, and sighed in his heart. Speaking of partners, his S.H.I.E.L.D. is also one of the partners! However, looking left and right, Nick only felt that S.H.I.E.L.D. had a long way to go to stand up.

Blaze represents Mephisto of the Hell Dimension.

Sorcerer Supreme represents the Sorcerer Supreme of Midgard.

As for him? Let's just say he represents himself and Luke.

As for the God King Odin? During this time, he was fighting the alliance of the Dark Elf Malekith, and he had no intention of paying attention to such trivial matters. In the case of a tight manpower, he was of course too lazy to send someone over as a representative.

After witnessing more than a dozen people signing their respective contracts, those contracts floated in the air, divided into four, and floated towards Nick and the others. Sorcerer Supreme and Blaze each took one, and the remaining two fell into Nick's hands.

"This is your hard work fee." Blaze watched the contract in his hand burn to ashes in a ball of fire, and rudely took out a sheepskin bag and threw it to Nick.

"I would rather call it an intermediary fee." Nick took the sheepskin bag thrown by Blaze, and for a moment he felt a little complicated.

"It seems he has a lot of opinions about you." Sorcerer Supreme looked at Blaze who strode out and said to Nick.

"I don't care about his opinion." Nick thought about the debt on his body and tightened the sheepskin bag in his hand.

"If there are no problems, I will also report the results to the Sorcerer Supreme." Sorcerer Supreme nodded slightly to Nick, ignored the dozen or so elderly people, directly drew a portal in their surprised eyes, and stepped into it.

[PS: Don’t wait for the second update, I’m a bit stuck.

PS1: Thanks to the reward from classmate Jingde Feng.

PS: In addition, regarding the books I have been following recently, I have recently been following history, urban, and light novels. Everyone should have read the books I am following. First of all, let’s talk about history: Xuande, the Great Ming National Teacher, and Jingming. I mainly follow the first two books.

Also, this paragraph of PS is free!]