God Of Crafting Chapter 175: Everything comes with a prize

"I would be quite careful of what you are going to say next."

'And that's it for the seventh sentence of the list of what I most wanted to say in my life,' I thought as I put on a small, mocking smile on my lips, standing in the open main entrance to the factory.

I then cruised a few steps down the steps and then all the way to the main gate where all three layers of the fence converged.

"Because everything you say will be used against you in a court of law."

I breathed out, trying not to show just how much I enjoyed this mont.

For all the peril we were in right now, the idea of just going ham on sothing without any breaks and without holding anything back…

It just resonated with the child in my soul. With this simple man's desire to just deal with complicated things in the most straightforward and simplistic way.

Sure, I would never deny the amusent of watching all the pieces of a domino fall in place, unraveling a massive and overarching sche aid at defeating one's opponent.

Sotis, though…

Sotis, it just felt great to simply flex one's muscles in a simple, blatant act of disregard for the other party.

It was so hard to see simplicity in the real world nowadays because of the cost often associated with it.

Societal rules and norms existed for a reason. And if one was willing to cast them all aside, they could not have any qualms about paying the fitting price of excommunicating oneself, be it by a social death after so sort of scandal, a cancellation by the web after so small mistake or…

Or the governnt's retaliation that would be brought on the heads of all those who dared to resist the governnt's very own forces.

Sotis, however, a situation called for desperate asures… And sotis, doing the stupid was simply worth paying this kind of price.

I took a breath before holding it in my lungs for a while as I cald myself down.

And as if summoned, a weird, intrusive instinct brought my eyes in a certain direction as soon as I dared to open them.

Honestly speaking, I could see nothing extraordinary in the area I looked at, but right now, it was the very source of this feeling that made duking it out with the special investigation bureau worth it.

"I'm not going to repeat myself," the officer on the left spoke while adopting pretty much the sa attitude as I did.

For the both of us at the mont, dealing with the other was the pain in the ass we found no excuse to avoid. Yet, while I operated with the principle of having them get the fuck out, they ca here to get the fuck in.

And so, the conflict continued.

"You can either open the gate and surrender to our investigation, or…" the officer continued while hooking his hand against the inner edge of his suit, threateningly close to where he was quite likely to bear a gun.

"Do you have a warrant?" I asked while leaning my head as far as I needed to snap my eyes from their lock and look at the two officers instead.

"Didn't you hear , boy?!" the officer's agitation grew as soon as he heard the cursed word.

And just like a cursed spell invoked in the middle of a gathering of priests, it changed the look he gave from dismissive and superior… to angry, annoyed, and bothered.

"STEP OUT OF THE WAY AND…" Raising his voice, the officer stepped forward himself before grabbing the tal bars of the heavy gate.

"Any attempt to enter the premises of this factory will be considered an act of corporate espionage conducted by the corrupt representatives of the authorities and thus deed exempt from the standard curriculum of personal harm considerations act."

I sighed out.

The warm feeling on my chest, right where I hid my phone, likely indicated the device was pretty much cooked.

For the golden being to operate, it was bound to fry the circuits of it, rendering the very first gift from Claire, even if obligatory and a re compensation for damage, damaged beyond any sensible repair.

Yet, while the cost was great…

I could now spout absolute bullshit that I had no clue about just like I would do with my hands whenever letting go of the reins and letting my constitution do the job.

By using the help of this golden presence, however, I was finally free from bearing the cost of doing so.

'No headache, nausea, abdominal pain, or heart palpitations,' I thought, reveling in the mont. 'Even if I really lost my constitution to make this thing… can I really say that if it turns out to be an actual upgrade?'

Sure, the costs of connecting to the golden being were insane… but only from the standpoint of soone practicing inferior ways of cultivation. At my current stage, keeping the link active took a considerable toll, but remained within the limits of what I could comfortably handle.

The sa couldn't be said about the cost of upkeeping this being's very existence, as it taught us itself on how it could only exist with the frawork of a flowing energy rather than static one, confirming one of the educated guesses I made on its nature in the past.

But there was still one more thing I had left to say to the authorities. I couldn't leave them hanging after this empty and outright naive attempt at intimidating by… raising their voice.

"In case you failed to understand all of this legal language," I smiled lightly while openly mocking the two, "I've just stripped you of the protection enjoyed by all the agents of the governnt's force. And while you can easily sue, prove wrong, and regain the protection of the law…"

I smiled even wider while locking my hands over my chest.

"Until then, however, I gave the guards explicit orders to shoot anyone trying to trespass," I explained with a lovely smile on my face… a smile that only grew deeper.

The officers, however, clearly had no plans for backing off that easily.

"I'm saying this for the first and ultimately last ti," the other officer finally spoke, clearly playing the role of the bad and mysterious cop. "You can either allow the inspection of this factory as is your duty, or I will have no other choice but to declare you a terrorist threat."

There was no hint of emotion in the man's voice.

For , it was supposed to be a day of potential reckoning. The big T word that was supposed to bend my back into submission by revealing the level of the country's commitnt to the case.

But then, my phone grew slightly warr.

"First," I crossed my arms on my chest again. "This industrial unit was just declared both classified and critical. In other words, within the limits of this parcel, my word is the law," I smiled as my lips and throat moved on their own, guided by what clearly felt like a directing, omnipotent, and omniwise influence.

"Second, you sir are currently under a federal investigation," I turned back to the more expressive and wordy out of the two. "As for you, Mr. Bad Cop," I turned my eyes over to the other guy, "you've been marked in the agency as a potential accessory to the cris of your partner. So while you have all the right to enact the procedure you are threatening with," I leaned my head over my shoulder before calmly breathing out. "What do you think they will think at the central where your profiles, this parcel's civic status, and then the alert will all pop up on their screens at the sa ti?"

By now, I was genuinely holding back my laugh, as if to act with the dignitas befitting my role.

"So, that leaves you two with just one, extrely important question. Since you can't really count on any reinforcents from the big brother, with only two of you and close to a hundred of us here…"

At this point, I could no longer hold back my amusent as I gave the two a pitying smile.

"Is that bitch really paying you enough for you two to lay your lives down here?"