The second day went about as smoothly as the first one. Those that ca yesterday ca back to buy sothing again! Not only that, but they brought with them so new custors who had heard about Reborn’s products through word of mouth.
In fact, people were now even starting to line up in his stall, waiting to be the next one to buy sothing from Michael. Otto, Rhena, Carter, and Pedro helped the Rebornian employees manage the whole stall, preventing people from being too bored waiting.
This helped Michael achieve a score of 2,530 sales for the second day!
What’s impressive about this was that the special Association coins only accounted for how many people bought sothing from Michael’s mobile stall.
For example, if soone bought a matchstick, so pots and pans, and even a donut from the food truck, then that would only count as one single sale!
This was the Association’s way to make sure that companies weren’t simply just making their products extrely cheap and giving away items. They had to garner actual people to buy from them.
So, if actual sales were being counted, Michael’s score would be a lot higher than what was recorded.
At the end of the day, Claudia was once again given a report from her employees about the rankings on the permit test.
And as expected, at the very top was the Reborn company.
But her focus wasn’t on this list. Her focus was on the rankings that didn’t include Michael and his company. She looked at the real rankings, moving her way up from the very bottom of the list all the way to the thirty ninth spot.
They were a candy company selling sweets to kids during the parade. And in total, they sold about 2,521 sales on the second day, lower than Michael’s score!
"This is insane," she muttered. She imdiately rummaged through her cabinets, looking through the different scrolls in her possession.
These were all the rankings from the previous Upperwood District Festivals throughout history. She wanted to see if there had been anyone in history who had ever achieved this kind of feat before.
She scanned through last year’s rankings, there was none. She went through year to year, going further and further back in ti until finally, she found a company about ten years ago who was able to break through the rankings while only being on their permit test.
And when she looked at the na of that company, she slamd her fist on the desk in excitent.
The only other person who was able to achieve this feat was none other than Bobby Hepheastaeus, the current leader of the Quench company and a part of the esteed and prestigious Legacies.
During their debut in the Market Plaza, on the seventh day of their permit test, Bobby was able to achieve a total 3,719 sales, which would have earned him a spot in the top 25 rankings for the Upperwood District Festival.
This ant that Michael was able to achieve a feat that only a Legacy was able to achieve! Claudia could only wonder how much more growth a company like Michael could achieve in the future.
Could they soday be part of the legacies?
Michael’s last na surely made him look the part. But the difference between them was that Michael didn’t use his na nor his parent’s money to achieve all of this success. He did it all on his own, and from the part of the continent that others deed extrely poor and despondent.
"I can’t believe it," she muttered.
Right now, only she and a couple of other mbers of the association knew about this astounding fact. But she was sure that as the festival wore on, the na of Reborn would be marked upon the hearts of not only the consurs but also the companies around the Upperwood District.
After all, at the rate they were making sales, she had no doubt that Michael would pass the permit test.
They could even finish it all within five days, with them already halfway to their goal of 7,000 sales!
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anwhile, on the very top of the Magic Tower, a few old n wearing crumpled top hats and weathered robes stood at the large glass window overlooking the entirety of tropolis. Or more accurately, their eyes were set upon a single district in the distance which was currently ongoing with their festival: Upperwood District.
"Gentlen, have you found out what kind of magic the boy uses to move that...vehicle?" one of the old n asked.
"No, sire. Our greatest observers have not been able to sense even a single bit of mana coming off of the structure," replied one of the wizened mages. "It’s either all natural, or the boy created a spell that obfuscated any of our attempts at probing."
"To move such a large and heavy vehicle would certainly need power that only a 5-star spell could create. Surely, you aren’t suggesting that the boy can cast a 9-star cloaking spell."
The other mages were silent.
The Tower Master looked through the glass and saw the bright lights coming from the Market Plaza.
Even when he used his own observation skills, he could tell that there was no kind of magic spell involved in its operation.
"Maybe he’s a Maugnetic?" one of the mages suggested.
But they all quickly shook their heads. The boy was from the Kings region, a backwoods part of the continent. He couldn’t have obtained the necessary parts and processes to beco a Maugnetic.
"Then, there is only one probable reason. The boy is a prodigy with an extre genius for invention."
The other mages eventually agreed with this conclusion.
"But sire...what about the large decrease of mana the other day?" asked one of the senior mages.
"That was probably a prank played on by my good friend Seberus. Otherwise, if the boy was the cause of The Great Decrease, then he would have been a genius in the mystic arts unlike any of us had ever seen.
If that was the case, then Seberus would have endorsed the boy as a potential Mystic Master in the future."
The other mages murmured amongst themselves, knowing how unlikely it was for anyone, let alone a boy, to beco a potential Mystic Master of the Guild of Arcana.
"Either way, the boy is a friend of Seberus, so we must treat him as such. Once his permit test is over, we shall send him gifts and presents to welco him into tropolis."
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As the second day ca to a close, the third day started just a few hours later.
Michael had co bright and early, with Otto and the rest of them already up and helping the Rebornian workers set up the stall.
And as the day started, Otto and the others were surprised to see that so many more people had co so early in the plaza before the stall even officially opened!
They thought they already drew a huge crowd on the second day. But what they were seeing right now was already much larger than what they initially expected!
They started serving everyone in the line, becoming so busy that they didn’t even feel the ti pass.
Eventually, Michael looked at their accumulated sales for the day and saw a staggering 4,784 sales for the day.
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