Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 90: Yellow Core.

[The next day.]

[Verma Town, Merlin Family territory.]

[Krivos Kingdom.]

"My Lord."

A voice echoed within a room followed by a loud thud as eight beings knelt down.

The room was large with different types of items lying around the place.

Shelves lined the curved walls, stuffed with a chaotic mix of books, scrolls, and vials.

At the center of the room lay a table, and at the head of it sat Akamir.

His wheat-blonde hair flowed behind him as he looked at the floating papers in the air.

"You are late."

Akamir said, without looking at them.

The mimicker in the forefront bowed his head even more. "We are apologise, my Lord."

Akamir sighed as he used telekinesis to place the papers down.

He finally looked at them.

The one leading the mimickers was a young man with short black hair and eyes.

He looked like an experienced young merchant just as Akamir wanted.

"How did the first day of the company go?" Akamir asked, looking at them. "Any problem?"

The young man raised his head slightly, just enough to meet Akamir’s gaze.

"There were no major problems, my Lord," he said, voice crisp and formal.

"The Verma Town branch opened as planned. The crowd was larger than expected."

Akamir leaned back in his chair, resting one arm on the edge of the table.

"And the reception?"

The mimicker nodded. "Surprisingly positive. We have secured deals with fifty small and medium-sized supplier companies."

Akamir nodded, leaning back on his chair once again.

’With the influx of buyers, we can empty out our stocks easily.’

The core of Akamir’s business idea was to buy products from Lythanis kingdom and sell them cheaply here.

With the secured path from the Forest of the Dead, which was once the home of Nayomi, he can easily do that.

’Instead of spending half a month to travel, we can bring the items in two days.’

Akamir thought, standing up from his seat.

’With the cheap prices, it won’t be long before we are the only suppliers from Lythanis kingdom.’

Was it cruel for every other well-established company?

Yes, it was, and Akamir was well aware of it.

’That doesn’t mean I will stop what I am doing.’

Akamir said, eyes narrowing thoughtfully.

’And I have plans for them as well.’

A way to make the entire economy of the kingdom run through him.

The only problem that Akamir was concerned about was the World Reserve Bank.

He waved a hand lazily. "What about the noble families? Any resistance?"

The mimicker’s mouth tightened. "None directly. But we did hear that Baron Vysel’s steward visited the main plaza an hour after our doors opened. He didn’t speak to anyone, just observed."

Akamir tapped the table. "He’ll move soon. Keep a profile on him. If he becomes a problem, we’ll buy his debt."

The mimicker bowed again. "Understood."

There is a reason why Akamir chose a small town like this as the base for his company.

Even though it was close to the capital, it was negligible.

Baron Vysel of the Verma family is known for his gambling addiction and rarely thinks about his territory and people.

If things turned south, Akamir planned to buy or replace the baron himself.

’Hopefully we grow enough before problems knock on our doors.’

The mimickers stayed kneeling, quiet and waiting for his command.

Akamir walked slowly toward the window.

Outside, the town of Verma moved as usual, with carts, merchants, and people bustling around the new building with his company’s sigil carved above its doors.

His sigil.

A white fox curled around a sword.

A simple yet memorable one.

He turned back to the group.

"Begin preparations to open branches in two more towns. Small ones, nothing that will draw attention."

The mimicker nodded. "Any specific targets, my Lord?"

"North of here. Somewhere with weak noble presence and poor trade access. I want to flood them with options they never had before."

"Yes, my Lord."

Akamir paused, then added, "And start feeding small amounts of product into black markets. Cheap but high-quality goods. Let them think it’s smuggling."

The mimicker looked up, confused. "To build demand?"

Akamir smiled faintly. "No. To make the nobles panic. When the market changes too fast, people get scared."

The mimickers didn’t reply, but they understood their role.

Akamir waved his hand. "You’re dismissed."

One by one, they walked out, leaving Akamir alone in the room.

"You sure are good at business."

Nayomi said, floating in the air.

"Where did you learn that?"

"I used to learn these things when I was a child."

Akamir replied as he took off his shirt.

"It’s easy for me."

Nayomi nodded as she began floating closer to him. "Still, are you sure you can handle the World Reserve Bank?"

Akamir drew in a deep breath. "At what rank is the strongest in the family of moon?"

"In House El Lunari, huh?" She whispered thoughtfully. "I believe Exalted Empyrean."

Akamir let out a tired exhale. "That’s out of my reach."

"Yeah." She replied. "Humans are the weakest race, a lot of things are out of your reach."

Akamir slowly sat down on the floor. "How are they even alive?"

"By forced miracle." Nayomi replied softly. "Because of a madman."

Akamir tilted his head. "Madman?"

"None of your concern for now." She replied, shaking her head. "What are you doing anyway?"

"Breaking through to yellow core."

Akamir replied, drawing a deep breath.

Nayomi frowned. "Right here?"

"Yes." He replied. "I think I have waited enough."

"You know, you should learn more spells and arts." Nayomi advised, staring at him. "Even if you have raw power, techniques are more important in a fight."

Akamir nodded in agreement. "I will focus on it from now on."

Akamir closed his eyes as he focused inward.

The mana inside his body stirred like a restless tide trapped in a bottle.

With slow, steady breaths, he began draining it, letting it flow out through his limbs and sink into the ground beneath him.

His chest rose and fell, each breath deeper than the last.

Nayomi hovered nearby, watching with a curious look.

’There are seven mana cores corresponding to seven tiers.’

Akamir thought inwardly as his mana began draining.

’The lowest being red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and white.’

As soon as the mana left his body, he began sucking them in once again.

The drained mana was pulled back into his body; it rushed like a river through cracked stone.

They were wild, heavy, and unstable.

Akamir gritted his teeth.

His veins glowed faintly with silverish light, and sweat formed on his brow.

Akamir felt it as well.

Another layer of chi veins was forming in his body.

He drew in a deep breath and tried to keep everything in control.

His body shuddered.

"Steady now," Nayomi murmured, floating just above him. "Don’t let it take control."

But Akamir didn’t respond. He was too deep.

He felt the swirling mana trying to fight back, trying to scatter.

But he didn’t let it.

With firm will, he guided it, shaped it, forced it to compress at the center of his chest.

His core.

It shook violently.

A crack echoed within his mind. It was sharp and sudden.

Then came the pain.

Like a thousand needles piercing from the inside out.

Akamir’s body jerked, muscles locking for a moment.

His nails dug into the wooden floor, and his breath hitched.

But he didn’t stop.

The orange glow of his core dimmed and then, like the sun rising, it turned yellow.

Mana began to surge in as he controlled his body.

Akamir drew in a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes.

He could feel every shift of mana in the air.

Every breath, every heartbeat, even Nayomi’s ghost-like presence had a rhythm now.

He had broken through.

Akamir leaned forward, still panting, his shirtless back covered in sweat.

"Congratulations." Nayomi said softly. "You broke through."

Akamir nodded silently, as he felt a flash of message in the corner of his eyes.

He let out a sigh and summoned his status panel.

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Name: Asher/ Akamir Leon Vyavan.

True name: [Locked]

Core: [Yellow] [Tier 3]

Saturation: 0/30

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Attributes:

Strength: 32

Agility: 31

Endurance: 33

Charm: 48

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Memories:.....

Bound:....

Skills:....

Unique traits:....

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Akamir kept the other traits aside as he looked at the new messages he got.

[Core Advancement: Yellow Core Tier 3 Achieved.]

[Attributes slightly increased.]

[The bloodline has been refined.]

[A new ability has been registered.]

[Telekinesis: Float.]

Akamir slowly lay down on his back as he looked at the messages.

’Float, huh?’

He thought, staring at it.

But—.

Something else piqued his interest.

"Hey, Nayomi."

Akamir said, looking at her.

"How does bloodline work?"