Qin Ye had no benevolence at all.

And even if he had, it would already have been sapped away by the desolate atmosphere and chaotic destruction in the old Hell.

This was the new Hell’s true road to riches! It’s something that not even an entire land of Southsea Huanghuali could measure up to! After all, flooding the market would lead to a saturation in the supply, thereby lessening the market value of his goods. Besides, he was already beginning to worry about where his source of funds would come from as soon as he ran out of Southsea Huanghuali to harvest.

Some might suggest the printing of more money. However, those who knew any better with money would know that indiscriminate printing of money would lead to hyperinflation and the eventual collapse of an entire economy.

On the other hand, the failure to print more money would lead to the inability to pay his own conscripted Yin soldiers.

He was caught between a rock and a hard place.

But now, he was finally given a way out of the conundrum!

No… it was more than just a way out. It was practically a godsent opportunity for a lasting road to riches!

War money! Arms dealer!

Qin Ye suddenly discovered that he loved war.

If not for the discovery of the tension between the three daolords and the twelve envoys, his mind would still be circling around the confines of the borders of his little townish Hell. He would still be thinking about how to tighten his belt while strengthening his army. But the discovery of this key had unlocked innumerable possibilities for...