The Darkness System: Rise of the Broken Sovereign

Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Investments

Isabella raised an eyebrow. "You want me to project-manage a construction project for you?"

"I want you to tell me who to talk to and how much it’ll cost. I know you have the contacts."

She studied him for a moment. Kael met it evenly.

"You are insufferable. You just want to stress me."

"Well, Reinforced training rooms require Origin Grade formation arrays. Those aren’t available through normal channels. You’d need either a Rank 6 Runemaster willing to work discretely or access to the family’s restricted formation blueprints." She leaned back. "I can get you the blueprints. Mother’s family controls the shipping network — they move construction materials between worlds as routine cargo. A few extra shipments to World Thirteen won’t register."

Isabella’s mother. Lady Eunice Schuyler of the Schuyler Family, the Sixth wife of their Father. A wealthy merchant house from World Eight that controlled the largest interplanetary shipping network in the Thirteen Worlds. Every ship that moved Vorn family cargo passed through Schuyler logistics. The family was rich beyond measure and completely indifferent to Isabella’s existence. Eunice had birthed her as a political obligation and nothing more.

But Isabella still had access to the network. That was the Vorn way — blood mattered, even when love didn’t.

"What about the hot spring?" Kael asked.

"Geothermal tapping with medicinal herb infusion. Common enough in noble estates. I’ll source the herbs through Schuyler channels." She pulled out a tablet and began calculating. "Total estimate — one hundred thousand credits. Maybe slightly more if the formation arrays need custom work."

Kael transferred the funds immediately.

Isabella stared at the notification. "You have that kind of money just sitting around?"

"IGF tournament rewards. Guardian mission payouts. Family stipend. So, you can say I’m quite loaded." He shrugged. "I also need servants. A proper staff for the residence. Can you handle that?"

"I’ll send a dozen reliable people by end of week." She paused. "You’re planning to stay here for the full nine months."

"Where else would I go?"

"Most siblings leave the estate during holidays. Travel, train elsewhere, build external alliances." Her eyes narrowed. "You’re nesting."

"I’m preparing my own dungeon."

He left her to her manifests and returned to the Sixth Branch residence. By the time he arrived, construction crews were already unloading equipment near the main building. Isabella worked fast when she wanted to.

Over the following days, the transformation began. Workers carved out a natural hot spring basin in the southern cliff face, piping in geothermal water through stone channels. Builders expanded the residence from six rooms to twenty-four, adding a second wing with a proper kitchen, a library, and guest quarters. Formation specialists — quiet men who didn’t ask questions — began etching reinforcement arrays into the new training room’s walls and floor.

Kael watched them work and planned.

The training room needed layered defenses. Rank 4 Stabilization Runes on the walls to prevent structural collapse. Rank 4 Containment Runes embedded in the floor to limit technique spillage. A Rank 3 Barrier Rune array in the ceiling for overhead protection. And if he could manage it — a Rank 4 Mana Gathering Formation to increase ambient density.

He could produce High Grade runes consistently now. Occasionally Top Grade, when his focus was absolute and the mana cooperated. The System’s rune manuals had given him the theoretical foundation. Practice had given him the hands.

Two weeks into construction, a maid arrived at his temporary quarters.

"Sir, Madam Maren requests your presence. Your pills are ready."

Maren stood behind her counter with her fat cat on her shoulder. Beside her stood a young man — early thirties, tall, lean, with sandy brown hair tied back in a loose knot and ink stains on his fingers. A Tier 5 alchemist badge hung from his collar, but his aura told a different story.

Spirit Soul. Early stage.

The man smiled and extended his hand. "Kelvin Henderson. Nice to finally meet you."

Kael shook it. "Kael Vorn."

"I’ve heard stories." Kelvin’s eyes held genuine curiosity rather than the usual political calculation. "When Madam Maren showed me your recipe, I almost didn’t believe it. I’ve been refining pills for fifteen years and I’ve never seen a King Grade comprehension formulation with that specific ingredient ratio."

He reached into his robe and produced a jade box. The moment it opened, fragrance flooded the room. Two pills rested on velvet lining, each one radiating a soft golden glow with faint vein-like patterns running through their surfaces.

Pill Veins. These are High Grade at minimum. Maybe Top Grade.

Kael picked one up and rolled it between his fingers. Every indication of masterful refinement.

"Excellent work," Kael said.

Kelvin beamed. "Sir, your recipe was quite sophisticated. It helped me increase my own understanding of alchemy just by studying the interactions between the ingredients." He leaned forward slightly. "Sir, may I know where you got it?"

Kael kept his expression neutral as he lied. "I got it from my master."

"Your master must be extraordinary. I’ve never encountered a formulation approach like this — the way the Ghost Flame Mushroom is processed before the Shadow Vein Root rather than after? It reverses the standard absorption hierarchy. Completely unorthodox." Kelvin’s voice carried the fervor of a true craftsman. "Sir, do you have more of these recipes?"

Of course. Technically, he had more as far as he bought them from the system.

"Perhaps."

"Sir, I can make these pills for you for free. I would even pay you if I could get another recipe like that one."

Kael thought, He seems really desperate. It seems recipes like this are quite rare.

The System snorted in his mind. Of course they’re rare. Those are recipes from one of the Alchemy Emperors.

Who are the Alchemy Emperors?

The System didn’t answer.

You and your damn secrets. Die with them then.

Host will have before I die.

You-- You are damn lucky hit you right now.

Kael closed the jade box, stored it, and draped his arm over Kelvin’s shoulder with casual familiarity. He turned to Maren.

"We’ll be back."

Maren’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He’s about to do something sly.

Kael steered Kelvin toward the door. "Take a walk with me, Kelvin."

They ended up at a quiet tea house in the commercial district. Kael ordered drinks — something strong for Kelvin and for himself.

"You see Kelvin," Kael said casually, "The truth is that I do have quite many of those recipes."

Kelvin’s eyes widened.

"In fact, how about you work for me?" Kael leaned back. "I can give you more recipes. Alchemy books you’ve never seen. Techniques that aren’t available in any tower or guild."

He could literally just get them from the system.

The system chimed, Sly bastard

Come on, don’t be bitter about it. You are finally becoming more useful

"...."

Kelvin’s breath caught. "You’re serious."

"Completely. You can even take residence in the Vorn estate. Private quarters. Your own laboratory — I’ll build one for you as part of my residence renovation. You’d have access to resources most alchemists spend lifetimes trying to reach."

Kelvin’s hands trembled around his cup. "I... the Alchemy Tower has been recruiting me for years. The Ashbury family extended an invitation last month. If I join them, I could reach Tier 6 within a decade."

"The Ashbury family will restrict your freedom." Kael’s voice hardened slightly. "Every recipe you develop becomes their property. Every pill you refine serves their profit margins. You’ll be a well-compensated prisoner."

Kelvin flinched. It was the truth he already knew but hadn’t wanted to admit.

"Under me, you can do whatever you want," Kael continued. "Research freely. Experiment without approval committees. I’ll provide funds for all your herbs and materials. All I ask is loyalty and discretion." He met Kelvin’s eyes as he placed his hand over his shoulder. "And that you don’t, ever, betray me."

The tea house fell quiet.

Kelvin stared into his cup for a long moment. "I need to think about it and discuss it with my father."

"Take your time, Kelvin. Take your time," Kael smiled. "But don’t take too long. Opportunities like this don’t wait. The door can close for you and open for another alchemist."

They drank for another hour. Kael asked about alchemy theory — genuine questions that he actually wanted answered. Kelvin talked about pill refinement with the passion of a man who had found his calling. By the time they parted, the alchemist’s expression had shifted from cautious curiosity to barely contained excitement.

Kael walked back to his residence alone.

The system chimed, Are you sure he will come back?

He’ll come back. You seem to be talking a lot today.

"..."

Evening had settled over the Sixth Branch when two figures appeared at his door.

The man was tall, middle-aged, dressed in a perfectly tailored butler’s uniform. His aura was at the early Spirit Soul realm.

The woman was younger, perhaps twenty-five, with a maid’s traditional dress and a peak Mana Heart cultivation.

They bowed in unison.

"I am Gerard," the man said. His tone was respectful. "Butler, formerly assigned to the Fourth Branch."

"I am Lira," the woman said. She had a soft voice. "Maid, formerly of the administrative wing."

"We were sent by Lady Cassandra," Gerard continued. "We are to serve you as personal staff. We await your instructions."