Transmigrated as a Wrong Character in a Sorcerer World

He had asked for a complete research center with special machines for everything. It could not be just one machine; it had to be many. In particular, he asked for enough material to make 10 independent professional research centers or more.

Yes, he was bold in his request from the start. Even on Earth, he did not have a research center as big and good as the one he had asked for. But, if he was not bold, then he could not know the limits of that woman and the importance of this city.

'They invested so much just to get their keys back; it makes me think that this city might be even more important than the capital to them. But, this is good.' Klaus smiled and started walking around the place.

This was immense. Not only was there what they saw at first glance upon entering but there were also separate, rather large rooms with various machines set up.

Even so, they were not up and running yet. Although everything was new, they weren't settled in and ready for operation, so there was a long job ahead.

"This is almost bordering on extravagant, but it's amazing. Even though I don't have a center this big, I can see it's missing a lot of important machines. I think you focused too much on quantity and or quality."

"Haha, that's right, I didn't buy it myself; I had to go on a major mission for it. I got it pretty cheap if you ask me."

"A mission to get such a big prize? What kind of mission was it?"

"Hehe, to retrieve an object. I'm sure my employer had no confidence in me completing it, so she decided to accept my proposal, but I was looking to test her limits."

Jasmine nodded at his response. 'He's astute, putting such high limits on the table at a time of uncertainty as to whether or not he can complete the mission. It seems I have things to learn from him.'

Smiling, she reached forward and touched one of the machines.

"Do you want me to help you sort through all this mess? You've got plenty of room to put all this stuff, but it'll take you a good while to sort it out on your own."

"If you want to help me, then I'll take it. I brought you here because after I finish some things I have to do, I'll be staying here to live for a while, so you can come here from now on to meet me."

"Okay, I'll help you then."

"Then let's do it following this design. I prepared it beforehand, and now that there is so much space, it will look much better. I'll also make some changes to some machines, so I'd appreciate your help." Klaus showed her a blueprint of a drawing he had made.

The way he wanted to arrange all this mess was similar to the research center he had personally made on Earth. There were differences, mainly because the other was smaller, but it was similar overall.

Soon after, they both saw it, talked about some fixes, and got to work.

The work was heavy and lasted all night. With their agility and strength, both of them made a lot of progress. Also, at certain times and in one of the rooms, Klaus made several significant arrangements, even changing some things on the machines and the materials he had.

He didn't have to go out to buy anything this time because he had bought the necessary materials and tools when he was with Carion the day before.

Until 5 a.m. when one of Klaus's cell phones and Jasmine's cell phone rang simultaneously.

Both cell phones received two different messages, but both were for Klaus.

The first, Klaus's cell phone, said: The sales were executed correctly. People are looking for Mr. Johew, and his companies have issued several missions to Etherleaf and Red Tower.

Jasmine's was a bit more familiar and closer: I got the money and took it to the stipulated place; there is a lot of money there; thanks to the firm and the people involved, we have them. What do we do? There are a lot of alarmed people in the city.

Klaus smiled. "It looks like it's time to reveal Johew's death." He said and immediately made a call. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

A few seconds later, a voice rang on the other end.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Johew's murder was carried out as planned. I'll send you his head in a little while. We'll talk when I have time." After giving the information and leaving Ronan stunned, Klaus cut the call and made a new one to let Nithim Twice know that he had completed a secondary but important mission.

He then proceeded to blow up the cell phone.

As he did so, on the other side of town, Ronan Grimwell slammed his own cell phone to the ground.

'This fucking bastard... He's cunning.' He looked at the computer screen in front of him. It had an application and a device that several professional hackers were employing. He hired them precisely to track Klaus' number when Klaus called him.

Still, he hadn't expected to be called from a Nithim Twice hotline, which has a lot of security and left the hackers dumb, looking at their screens the same way he was.

"Sir..."

"Shut up. I know what happened."

He was so furious that his chest was rising and falling in an exaggerated manner.

He looked behind him at that moment. He had hired several powerful sorcerers there. This time, he wanted to track Klaus and kill him immediately after completing the mission.

But...

'Shit, that bastard completed it too fast. How did he get rid of that bunch of bodyguards? Is he really an Ashle? Fuck.' His tantrums soon reached the apex as he started hitting everything in his path.

"Get out; I don't need you anymore!" he shouted, destroying much of the room, even going so far as to hit the sorcerers and such that we're here for being so 'useless.'

He couldn't do anything this time. The situation got so out of hand that he fell over at the end of his tantrum, lying down on the furniture.

"I lost this time, Night Sorcerer. I admit it; I totally lost to you. But you don't think things will go on like this forever. Now that I'll be given great power in Fallen Leaf, I want to see how the hell you'll escape my hand."

Ronan smiled and grabbed his cell phone again, only to realize that it was no longer useful. So he grabbed another one he had on hand and dialed a private number, a direct line, which connected shortly after.

"Sir, I have completed the mission."