Pacing the room to calm himself, a question suddenly struck Martin:
"System, are there any rules about where I can place the organization’s headquarters? For instance, does the area need to be legally mine?" Martin inquired.
The system quickly responded, "As long as the size is appropriate, there are no additional constraints."
Martin nodded in understanding.
Indeed, if the area had to be legally his, finding a plot asuring 600 ters on each side would likely require him to venture to remote areas and acquire it through leasing.
Moreover, if he had to purchase a corresponding plot of land for every relic he placed, it would undoubtedly relate back to him in so way.
Fortunately, the system’s rules seed reasonable.
However, even without such stipulations, it would be preferable for the area where the organizational wonder is placed to belong to either him or another mber of the Divine Shield organization.
After all, that would avoid many potential complications.
With this line of thought, Martin began to conceptualize where he might establish the organization’s headquarters.
Starting tomorrow, he planned to explore various parts of Riverland and research locations of interest to finalize a suitable spot.
...
The next morning ca early.
Below his residence, the local market was already bustling with activity.
Given its long-standing history, many vendors had grown accustod to setting up their stalls here.
Martin awoke amidst the clamor, pushing open his bedroom door and heading to the bathroom.
The washbasin was cluttered with a myriad of bottles and containers he didn’t recognize, all belonging to his roommate, Vivian.
After a quick wash, he stepped out just as Vivian erged from her room.
With her classically delicate, oval face, her hair was neatly pinned back.
She wore a white blouse paired with a black pencil skirt.
Her long, slender legs were encased in sheer black stockings, and she donned soft fabric slippers on her feet.
She looked stunning!
The epito of a fashionable urban professional woman.
"Good morning, Martin," Vivian greeted with a smile, though her expression held a subtle distance.
Martin nodded in acknowledgnt, "Morning."
Normally, their brief exchanges would end there, a rare daily interaction between them.
However, this ti Vivian seed to notice sothing, her gaze examining him more intently.
"You look much better today," she remarked, a hint of surprise in her tone.
In the past, Martin’s face had always been tainted with a sickly pallor, but today it glowed with a healthy radiance, indistinguishable from any normal person.
"I visited the hospital and got so dication," Martin lied on the spur of the mont, fully aware that the transformation was a result of his newly acquired extraordinary abilities.
Vivian, not particularly invested in his well-being but rather montarily taken aback, didn’t dwell on the subject, "Still, take care of yourself. I need to head out now."
"Goodbye," Martin replied.
Approaching the shoe cabinet by the door, Vivian retrieved her heels.
She bent slightly to slip them on, one hand steadying herself against the cabinet.
The graceful curve of her figure was montarily revealed in its entirety.
Yet Martin scarcely cast a glance, heading straight into his bedroom.
After all, firstly, he’d never harbored any ulterior intentions towards Vivian.
And secondly, his past concerns revolved around earning money for dical treatnt, whereas now his focus lay in establishing his organization and strengthening his capabilities.
Hearing the door click shut, Vivian briefly raised her head, then lowered it once more.
Having shared the space for nearly a year, the two had gotten a good sense of each other’s character.
Initially, upon learning that she’d be co-renting with a male, Vivian almost instantly declined.
The arrangent seed far from ideal, carrying its inherent inconveniences and potential risks.
But in the congested city of Riverland, finding another affordable apartnt that also t her criteria for location and size was an arduous task.
Reluctantly, she decided to give it a trial run.
Over ti, she realized that Martin was a reserved, introverted man without any malicious intentions.
And thus, their shared living arrangent persisted to the present day.
She had once tried to strike up conversations with him, and objectively speaking, Martin’s credentials weren’t too shabby. He had an average build, a refined appearance, and a monthly inco around ten thousand, free of any detrintal habits.
But...
Having slipped into her heels, Vivian’s polished, immaculate chin lifted slightly.
But, she, Vivian, had better options.
She was grounded in her work and maintained impeccable personal habits.
She wouldn’t deny her materialistic tendencies. In her plans, if she could elevate her status through her own efforts, that would be ideal.
However, if not, she wasn’t opposed to marrying wealth to change her life. She was confident that, given her assets, this wasn’t a far-fetched idea.
Therefore, Martin had never been a consideration for her.
Glancing at the ti, Vivian stepped out the door.
...
After a while, Martin readied himself and prepared to head out in search of a suitable location.
Suddenly, a local news alert popped up on his phone.
He opened it to read:
"Reports indicate that the incessant rain over the past month has resulted in floods in various parts of our city, with over 30 reservoir ergencies and 12 instances of landslides. Residents are urged to exercise caution."
Martin sighed deeply.
While he indeed possessed the power to montarily alter the weather in a small area, he couldn’t stand against natural calamities. The devastation brought by the torrential downpour was beyond his control.
He descended the stairs.
The rain had montarily ceased, leaving a misty aura hanging between earth and sky.
The neighboring market was enclosed by tall, uniform walls, plastered with tattered and torn advertisents.
Peering through the open gate, he could see vendors shouting their wares and custors inquiring about prices, all bustling under the rare clear sky, creating a lively scene.
The cacophony was so imnse that it even made the windows of the old apartnt complex quiver.
Pedaling his bicycle, Martin embarked on his quest.
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