Reincarnated With The Degenerate System-Chapter 206: CH:

Back in my office, I double-checked my phone.

Training was effective, but I couldn’t afford to get lazy. My guild would be the backbone of my plans for the future.

Samantha sent a message through a safe channel, praising my work and how quickly I handled everything.

Thankfully, she didn’t ask how I did it.

Next, I skimmed through the news. The explosion had been completely covered up. No headlines. No footage. Nothing.

It was disappointing.

I half expected Master Cheng’s face to be plastered all over the screen, a massive bounty beneath it—three billion berries.

Guess reality was less dramatic than anime.

Well, I really shouldn’t be asking for that much attention.

It wasn’t like I enjoy being the center of the universe or anything—being hunted, talked about, and stared at all day sounds exhausting.

ring ring ring

I checked my phone. A notification from the ’Order’s’ app popped up—the phone hadn’t been cracked after all. Its built-in defense mechanism had wiped everything clean.

Darkness was using software on par with the Order’s own. No surprise there.

Honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal. I already got Samantha feeding me everything I needed.

Just as I was about to move on to other business that required my attention, another message came in. This one was from Lea Blackwood.

Yeah, I’d been postponing our date because I didn’t really have a reason to meet her yet.

With so many prospects for my harem, beautiful and young as she was, I wasn’t exactly in a rush to "conquer" her.

Should I come up with another excuse to turn her down?

My phone buzzed again. Another message from her.

JP Harrison, executive member, was in the city—and he wanted to meet me.

It was around seven in the evening, which gave me more than enough time to prepare. I sent back a simple yes.

She replied almost immediately.

A little too quickly, actually.

She didn’t even try to hide her excitement—her message was littered with heart emojis.

At this point, I should probably start preparing myself. She was practically serving herself on a silver platter.

What a hard life—another innocent woman falling victim to my natural charm.

Truly, the burden I bear. And as a gentleman, of course, it’s my duty to give her exactly what she wants.

knock knock knock

"Come in."

My female secretary entered, carrying a stack of folders.

"Mr. Mercer, the representative for Coka Cola, MC Ronald, Red Baison, Meto, and Amazing is here to discuss signing our S Ranks."

These companies were the heavy hitters in the country. A few smaller ones had tried their luck, but I put them on hold, waiting for the big fish to take the bait.

"Where are they now?" I inquired.

"They’re in their respective meeting rooms, sir," my secretary reported, setting the folders on my desk. "Just as you instructed—each company isolated and ready for you."

I leaned back, steepling my fingers. "Perfect. Let them simmer a little."

She raised an eyebrow. "You want them to wait, sir?"

"Exactly," I said with a smirk. "In a business negotiation, the one who doesn’t rush usually wins."

I got this from watching way too many TV dramas.

Thanks to the producers back in my world for the solid life lessons.

Ten Minutes Later.

"Okay... time to meet my cash cows."

I headed to the meeting room designated for VIPs, conveniently located on the same floor as my main office.

This place screamed super luxury.

Expensive furniture filled every corner. The table alone—a drayanic wood masterpiece crafted by a renowned artisan—had set me back 100 million.

The walls were accented with intricate wooden patterns, carved from rare timber sourced from towers on another region.

Renovating the room cost another 30 million, and every detail was designed to make even the super-rich feel like I got too much money to burn.

The folders on the table were neatly organized, each containing company profiles, valuation figures, and strategic notes for the meetings I had planned today.

First up: Amazing, the country’s largest online shopping empire, valued at 27 trillion.

By comparison, the old Mercer Group looked like a toddler fumbling with building blocks in terms of valuation.

"They’re ready, sir." My secretary gave a quick nod and tapped her tablet.

The door opened, and a small entourage of well-dressed executives entered.

"Mr. Mercer," the tallest of the group said, extending a hand. "I’m Mark Carlson, Vice President of Marketing at Amazingg. Thank you for seeing us today."

I shook it briefly, letting my eyes scan the others.

"This is Sophie Lang, Head of Strategy," Mark continued, gesturing to a woman in a crisp gray suit. "And over here is Reymark Stir, our Finance Director."

"Pleasure," I said, giving each a short nod. "Please, sit."

They all took our places around the sleek, black conference table.

I opened the first folder casually and scanned it while they cleared their throats.

"So," I said finally, looking up. "I understand you’re interested in signing all our S Ranks."

Mark’s smile was perfectly business like.

"We recognize exceptional talent and potential when we see it. And your S Ranks? They’re at the top right now."

I leaned back slightly, steepling my fingers. "Compliments are noted. Now, let’s get to the real numbers—My S Ranks aren’t acquired through praise alone."

"Allow me to discuss." Reymark began "Amazing is prepared to offer an initial contract of 250 million per S Rank for one year, with additional performance bonuses based on measurable impact."

hummed, letting the offer hang in the air. 250 million per S Rank was impressive for a newcomer, but it wasn’t enough to make me flinch.

"Isn’t this offer a bit low? I’ve heard Hai‑Yen earns around One billion per year from Wallmart alone."

Mark was the one who answered.

"Mr. Mercer, Hai‑Yen’s value isn’t purely about rank. It’s about presence. She doesn’t just sell a brand; she elevates it."

I raised an eyebrow. "So, you’re implying my S Ranks don’t have that kind of pull?"