Pale blue knowledge

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.
"Is there magic in this world?"
Facing Bailuo's question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, "No."
"But there are miracles."
"What are miracles?"
"A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit."
The uncle said, "Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder."
"Magic!"
Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, "This is definitely magic!"
"No."
His uncle said, "These are truly miracles."
Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, "This is a miracle..."

A rare magical miracle in the world

"With my support behind you," Bailuo said, "what is a mere merchant guild? It's nothing to fuss over."


"If you want to amass a fortune, that's a trifle for me to achieve," Bailuo continued, "As for the first thing you must do, it's to take this crop and propagate it throughout the world."


Bailuo intended to turn potatoes into the staple food of this world, gradually making its prolific yield a sustenance people depended on for survival.


"I will also provide you with enough spices to ensure your capital remains stronger than anyone else's."


Spices as precious as gold were worthless in Bailuo's hands, not even meriting a single coin.


So money wasn't a problem; with Bailuo around, Handlebar Mustache would have endless capital.


"And what I want first are those superfluous populations."


Once the world's population increased, the slave trade would become more relaxed and simple, providing Bailuo with an abundance of slaves.


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