Benjamin opened up his special phone that was connected to his secretariat team that was assigned to him. He had simply chosen to remain in the federation as an intent lord. It is not that an intent lord is assigned a group of subordinates but the intent lord finds such subordinates.
But he was indeed assigned a whole army and secretariat team. The phone was taken out and he heard a voice, "Lord, what are your orders."
Benjamin smiled and said, "How much money had arrived in the account."
The voice said, "We have received a trillion central coins per year."
A trillion central coins were equal to a quadrillion normal coins. No wonder he had felt that his intent had become stronger. But such money is indeed not much when the factor comes into being that he had to pay the army under him himself. He could indeed let them away, but that was not as easy as it as an intent lord usually is given respect and political power to fight against external enemies and not use their powers to attack someone weak inside.
Still one quadrillion a year would only allow him to gain up to level 60 within ten years unlike how he had planned earlier. Level 60 was a threshold as even with just corrupting the matter and energy, an intent lord using level 60 could use a single joule to corrupt the whole universes within a moment of thought. But he wanted to make more money faster. Among the trillion central coins, nine tenth of it was needed to run the feed the army and use it for training and the secretariat. The secretariat was one among the strongest army, just like the internal revenue forcc keep each planetary governors and star lords in check.
So he planned to use all his authority and right to spend the money he had to make more money through business. So he said, "I need you to establish a farming establishment on a dyson sphere. I plan to corrupt a lot of biscuit tree seeds and let it grow around such dyson sphere. The biscuit fruit can last for tens of years, and the ones produced by being corrupted by my intent will have innate aura withing it. The star's radiation alone will be enough to feed it."
"Sir, the trees like biscuit tree cannot survive around dyson sphere. It would be better to make a charged sub-platform."
Benjamin smiled and said, "My intent has already reached level 50. I can even corrupt matter into energy. So, none of the seeds corrupted by me and enslaved by me will find it hard to survive even on the surface of such star. If not for finding it hard to harvest, I would not have ordered to build a dyson sphere."
"Yes, sir. We will find you the best biscuit saplings that are good to be enslaved. Who are you planning to sell it to sir."
Benjamin said, "Price it appropriately. Give priority to the aura masters and the army."
"Yes sir. Councillor Fran is has sent a message to ask if you are planning to enslave an ancestral tortoise. I suggest you accept some tortoise sir, as each vitality condensation made by such tortoise can be sold for a minimum of 10,000 central coins. The biggest vitality core formed through condensation of a hundred years were sold for a quadrillion central coins, to the elven empire."
Benjamin, who had now read many secret records of the human federation asked in doubt, "Don't' they have the tree of life. Wouldn't it produce fruits with similar effect. Why would they need otherwise."
"Sir, they can only reproduce as when they are born from the tree. They are nothing more than the race created by the Horse-clans to combat us. Such bionic races are not worthy to challenge us and since we have already exterminated the horse-clan race, they can only come to us to get enough vitality core to feed their life tree."
Benjamin asked, "Can aura be used to feed the tree of life."
"Yes sir. But we lack enough aura."
Benjamin said, "Try to get a sapling of the tree of life."
"We will try to contact them sir."
Benjamin nodded and cut off the connection. What needed to be done was done.