Even setting aside other factors, what mattered more was that the attribute points added by equipment rarely focused on a single stat! Equipment granting something like Strength +3 and Intelligence +2 was quite rare. (Net) That being the case, the other two types of powerful Orc gene fluids Fang Senyan could prepare—Agility +2 and Intelligence +2—were at least equivalent to a decent light-blue piece of gear. Furthermore, he could temporarily adjust attributes based on each person's needs, shoring up everyone's weaknesses.

This team now comprised more than ten people. If Fang Senyan was present, it was unequivocally the equivalent of adding more than ten pieces of deep-blue and light-blue equipment that required no prerequisite gear—the magnitude of his support for the team was immense!

Reef, who had been looking perpetually lifeless, frowned after reading the information, thinking for a long moment before suddenly speaking: "Did you get this ability from the Lord of the Rings world? Yes! I remember seeing the wizard Saruman use a similar concoction, although the effect of that potion was far more potent!"

Fang Senyan smiled, neither confirming nor denying it. Based on the allocation skill he had just displayed, he had already earned the recognition of the others, especially considering his other identity as a melee-focused Strength Contractor.

This meant that normally, he would charge into the front lines alongside Reef, and at times, he might even have to temporarily take over Reef's role as the defensive anchor. He was precisely the kind of individual whose role was inconspicuous but critically important—much like a defensive player like Bowen on the Spurs in basketball; low-profile, but indispensable to those who understood the game!

It could be said that from this moment onward, Fang Senyan's importance and standing within the team were in no way inferior to Morganza and Joel, the two signature spearhead figures!

However, what surprised these Contractors was that Fang Senyan remained as low-key as Reef. After explaining his specialties and signature abilities, he quietly stepped aside, showing no signs of vying for leadership. This caused Joel, who constantly harbored ambitions of seizing control, to silently praise Allah, Jesus Christ, Buddha, and God in his heart, thanking them for sending these two incredibly vital yet unassuming individuals his way.

This group of Contractors were no novices; even if they hadn't eaten pork, they had certainly seen pigs walk. After a brief consultation, they began assigning tasks based on each Contractor's unique skills. For instance, the swift Hannick naturally scouted the surrounding terrain, the high-Charisma Tulip engaged the story characters to gather intelligence, while Hanlan began transcribing spell scrolls and preparing his casting locations, replacing some of the offensive spells he had prepared with crowd-control variations.

As for sharpshooters like Joel and Morganza who excelled at ranged combat, they began moving around, observing the terrain and adapting to the planet's arid and desolate environment. These old hands also assessed various survival conditions to properly allocate supplies and provisions.

Fang Senyan, meanwhile, headed toward the central hall of the entire base. This area was also constructed entirely of steel, appearing from a distance like a massive iron fortress, studded with countless twinkling lights. Busy CVs frequently hurried out of it, and many people bustled in and out. On the surrounding steel walls, full-spectrum screens were mounted every few meters, next to which soldiers were busily transcribing data before rushing off.

The quartermaster named Onz proved exceptionally hard to find, situated in a corner room on the third level of the central hall. She appeared to be a cold, frigid, menopausal spinster, meaning Fang Senyan, whose Charisma was already significantly lower than that of a normal person, was sure to face unimaginable discrimination in her presence. Although her eyes showed a flicker of surprise upon seeing Fang Senyan (Legend Rating +1), she didn't even bother speaking to him, raising her left hand and waving him away as if shooing a fly from her cabin.

Fang Senyan wasn't annoyed—being disdained by story characters was something he had grown accustomed to; it was second nature to him, so he was completely unconcerned. The reason he went to endure such humiliation was simply to confirm that there were indeed items for sale here. Of course, Fang Senyan was a vindictive bastard, so his next move was to immediately summon his servant. It was the perfect time to test the three bizarre abilities of the Goblin Goldmine: Bully, Swindle, and Obsessive Score-Keeping.

The summoned Goblin Goldmine appeared to be brushing its teeth, its mouth frothing with white foam, which it promptly gargled and spat onto the clean, bright base floor. After surveying the surroundings, it scurried into a corner like a mouse and immediately donned an oversized set of plate armor. This instantly transformed the Goldmine into a flattened, round tin can, with only two beady, shifty eyes peeking out from the breastplate seams, darting everywhere.

Seeing this thoroughly cowardly and self-preserving posture, Fang Senyan spread his hands in exasperation: "Come on, come on. We have business to attend to."

As soon as he heard the word "business," the goblin's pointed green ears twitched, and it lunged in front of Fang Senyan, pleading pathetically: "Time is money! My master, the market is sluggish lately, yet expenses here are huge. Please point me toward a profitable path!"

Fang Senyan nodded toward the room beside them: "There's a fat sheep inside."

"Fat sheep!" Goldmine squealed excitedly, "I love that word, yes, I love it very much! I can almost hear the clink-clink sound of coins slipping through my fingers."

With that, the green-skinned little creature pulled out a broken, half-burned old staff and cast a disguise spell on itself, transforming into an even more greasy, yet impeccably suited old man. It kicked the door open with Fang Senyan and rushed inside enthusiastically. Naturally, the spinster Onz let out a scream worthy of a soprano: "God! I must be dreaming! I'll give you two filthy rats three seconds to vanish before my eyes, or the guards will throw you out by the neck!"

Goldmine coughed dismissively, then spat a glob of thick phlegm onto the clean, plush carpet, wiping its mouth with its greasy sleeve before declaring haughtily: "Madam, I am here to conduct a cost assessment of your current operations and calculate tax liabilities—to put it simply, if you have embezzled even a single coin, I will expose it and use it as evidence to prosecute you for dereliction of duty."

Aunt Onz's sharp, angry voice immediately rose: "You... what right do you have!"

Goldmine fumbled around in its pocket for a long time before finally pulling out a messy wad of papers. It licked its finger and quickly riffled through the stack, finally extracting a slip of paper on which was clearly written: "The holder is performing actions beneficial to the state. Anti-Corruption Bureau, Roman Nokte." Behind the writing was a vivid red seal.

Seeing this, the usually domineering Onz froze. "How could you possibly have documentation from Mr. Roman!"

Goldmine put on an air of arrogance: "That is none of your concern, Madam! If you continue to obstruct me, I will prosecute you for interfering with official duties! Also! You lowly female creature, how dare you treat me, a living legend, with such an attitude?"

Fang Senyan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head on the side. Who knew that something as intangible as Legend Rating could be used like this! Under Goldmine’s torrent of spittle-flecked language, Onz finally "backed down." Likely, she did have some murky areas in her accounts. She could only plaster on a smile and apologize: "Mr.... sir, I handle the entry and exit records for hundreds of soldiers daily; some discrepancies are inevitable."

Fang Senyan and Goldmine, this master-servant pair, had Charisma ratings of two points and one point respectively. Aunt Onz, a middle-aged spinster, clearly shared no common ground or affinity with them. She was likely cursing these two scummy fools internally, wishing to kick them out of her sacred office, yet she had to maintain a facade of smiling deference while explaining things, feeling incredibly aggrieved.

Goldmine swaggered over and sat heavily on Aunt Onz's soft leather chair, bouncing a little. Onz was trembling with suppressed rage, yet she had to maintain a smile while handing over the ledger for Goldmine to point things out. Though Goldmine was uneducated, it possessed an innate knack for numbers, and within a few sentences, it made Onz break out in a cold sweat. Goldmine casually pressed a button on the desk and ordered Onz to activate the highest-level permissions. With her vulnerability exposed, Onz's mind was a mess, her eyes glazed over, and her face ashen. She could only comply with Goldmine's demand.

Instantly, a full-spectrum 3D purchase screen materialized before Fang Senyan, displaying an incredibly long menu of items available for purchase! It even included items requiring the highest "Admiration" reputation level! Fang Senyan was ecstatic, wanting to lean over and kiss Goldmine's cute face, but his excitement was quickly dashed by the terrifying cost required for these purchases.

For example, on the Admiration-level purchase menu for the Steel Whip Base, the item Fang Senyan desired most was the set: G-Standard Devil Individual Combat Gear. This set came integrated with three ultimate functions: Invisibility, Target Locking/Interference, and Tactical Nuke Call-in Positioning. Although this equipment could not be taken out of this world after purchase, once worn, death would be nearly impossible. However, in Fang Senyan's view, its purchase price was a horrifying 100,000 Universal Credits, 30 Potential Points, and, most maddeningly, it required a key item called the "Brain Bug Nucleus"!