The next day, adhering to the principle that even the smallest gains matter, the 50,000 points Law had scanned the day before finally arrived in his account.
He then posted a promotional thread for the Lawlin Museum website.
The 50,000 points were essentially the promotional fee, and the promoters were carefully selected and verified professionals, mostly from media-related fields.
After accepting the promotional bounty, they would spread the news through various channels.
Of course, the primary dissemination channels were mostly online, but that was more than enough since the Lawlin Museum was an online trading platform similar to Amazon from Earth.
After posting the promotional thread, Law casually scanned the Q&A section for another 10,000 points. When he looked back, he found that the 50,000 points injected into the promotional thread had already been reduced to less than half, with the consumption rate being astonishingly fast.
Normally, even for promotional threads, those media professionals with strong work ethics would carefully select their targets.
The fact that the points were being consumed so quickly was actually due to the effect of Law's exclusive verified ID.
'It seems the promotion won't be a problem. Whether the website can get on track within three months now depends on Salin side.' Law thought to himself as he watched the notifications popping up in the backend.
When it came to antiques, the biggest fear was buying counterfeits. Take the well-known auction in Yorknew City, for example… its entry fees, service charges, and auction prices were 20–30% higher than elsewhere. But because of its reputation for authenticity, collectors flocked to Yorknew City's Auction every year.
The ancient antiques Law had brought out from the Kandhia Desert were generally appraised at between 50 billion and 80 billion.
The value of such items was inherently volatile in trade, and with proper marketing, their worth could potentially be pushed even higher.
If these genuine antiques were sent to Yorknew, he could indeed sit back and wait for the money to roll in, but that would mean losing out on a lot of potential profit.
However, Law's reason for creating this website wasn't just about avoiding losses. He wanted to build it into something big, then leverage it into an intelligence network.
Moreover, the two fastest ways for him to improve his strength right now were to explore undiscovered ruins where he can find antiques, or to obtain Grade-A ingredients.
Both of these could be converted into money after boosting his abilities.
Once the Lawlin Museum took shape, it could serve as a platform to turn antiques and ingredients into cash, as well as a unique hub for intelligence trading and artifact transactions.
In short, if it could reach the level he envisioned, its value would be no less than Ging's [Greed Island].
Money was useful everywhere, including in the Hunter x Hunter world.
Law had once discussed plans for exploring the Dark Continent with Ging. According to Ging, the team couldn't be too large, with quality over quantity as the principle. Every member had to be meticulously selected, each possessing unique skills to handle the unknown and brutal challenges.
That was one aspect. The other was equipment and supplies, which would require funding exceeding hundreds of billions.
So, to assemble a capable team for the Dark Continent, money was an absolute necessity.
Time passed, and ten days flew by in the blink of an eye.
During this period, Law's routine was simple: earn points, then spend points.
The promotional thread had already shown results, as website traffic was skyrocketing. Despite the detailed information provided for over a thousand artifacts of various categories, no orders had been placed yet, let alone any progress in the auction process.
Without authoritative certification or something like an authenticity appraisal, a website claiming to have over a thousand genuine artifacts was hardly credible in most people's eyes. To them, it was no different from a street vendor.
'The promotion is handled. Next is security. I need to meet with Pe as soon as possible. Even if I can't recruit him, I can at least ask him to design a high-level security program. As for the collaboration with Director Clover, I'll leave that to Salin.'
Law stood up from the computer desk and stretched.
It was rare for him to sit here for over ten days straight.
"Law, I strongly recommend hiring two customer service specialists. I'm about to lose my mind," Sabro said, looking like he was on the verge of collapse.
"We'll discuss it later."
Law replied dismissively, brushing off Sabro's suggestion.
In five days, the Ohara Museum's Appreciation Conference would begin. Salin had already booked a flight to the Yorbian Continent for tonight.
That conference would attract many wealthy collectors and enthusiasts. Held annually between June and August, it always took place before September… the month when Yorknew City's grand auction season began.
In other words, this Appreciation Conference was essentially a warm-up event for Yorknew City's high-value auctions. Of course, among the participating collectors, there were always some who just came to show off.
The value of a collection was a collector's pride, and the Appreciation Conference was the perfect stage to flaunt it.
That night, Law saw Salin off at the airport.
"Safe travels, Senior Sister."
Law personally escorted Salin onto the airship.
"You really aren't coming? It's a rare opportunity." Salin said, her beautiful eyes shimmering.
"I'd love to, but the website's security program needs to be dealt with as soon as possible." Law replied with a smile. After resolving the promotion issue, his next step was to find Pe.
Salin was silent for a moment, then sighed, "You really care a lot about the Lawlin Museum."
"Don't you?" Lawasked back.
Salin smirked coyly at his question but didn't answer. She simply waved at him and boarded the airship.
Watching Salin disappear into the airship, Law left the airport and returned to the Hunter Association's Headquarters.
Their company was rented within the Hunter Association's Headquarters, so they didn't have to worry about physical intruders.
The real threat came from the digital world… that was the core issue.
Back in the office, Law sat down at his computer, logged into the forum, and posted a new thread:
[Probably No One in the World Can Beat Super Mario Faster Than Me! ]
A few seconds later, a user named Pe replied to the post…
…
Night fell, and a cool breeze swept through the city.
The streets were lined with winding streams of light, stretching far into the distance like sprawling roots.
From above, the flow of traffic resembled glowing veins, and the illuminated cityscape was nothing short of breathtaking.
The contrast between the bustling city and the desolate outskirts was stark. In one of the abandoned, half-built structures left behind by a failed investment project, a faint light flickered inside.
A group of people, differing in attire, build, and style, gathered around scattered candles, some sitting, some standing.
A young man with short black hair stood on the second floor. Dressed in a black casual suit with a white bandage wrapped around his forehead, his sharp eyes gleamed even under the dim candlelight.
Below him, twelve others stood scattered around.
"It's been a year and a half since we last gathered, hasn't it?" A short man in a black trench coat covering half his face remarked.
"Yeah." Someone responded.
This group was the Phantom Troupe. Perhaps out of habit, their meeting spots, or temporary hideouts, were always in some way connected to abandoned buildings.
"Boss, what's the target this time?" The short man in the black trench coat, Feitan, looked up at Chrollo, who stood on the second floor.
Chrollo, hands in his pockets, had been gazing at the starry sky through the unfinished roof. At Feitan's question, he slowly lowered his head and replied calmly, "The Ohara Museum."
"Another museum?" Uvogin grumbled, unimpressed.
Chrollo glanced at him and said calmly, "This one's different."
Uvogin curled his lips and said, "What's the difference? Are the guards there strong enough to take one of my punches?"
"Maybe." Chrollo said.
"Oh?"
Uvogin's eyes lit up with interest.
A blond, baby-faced young man explained, "The Ohara Museum is privately owned, but its security is top-tier in the industry. The owner is filthy rich and has hired a lot of Pro Hunters."
This blond young man is Shalnark, an expert Manipulator.
"Boss is targeting the Ohara Museum because of its upcoming Appreciation Exhibition, right? Rumor has it someone's planning to show off one of the Seven Beauties this year." Shalnark said, looking at Chrollo.
"Mmm."
Chrollo gave a slight nod before murmuring softly, "But I prefer books..."