Liquidation: From Big Boss to Bloody Demon Sauce Chapter 20: Chapter 20: The Ultimate Weapon

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I sneezed for the fifth time, each sounding like ass cheeks squeezed to stop a fart, but failing completely. Since I didn't have a nose, a respiratory system, or any biological reason to sneeze, I had to surmise someone had been talking about me, if that old human superstition was to be believed. Either that, or my newly refined earth-dense body was rejecting the stale air of the cavern. Yet, here I was, a puddle of cum riding on the back of a two-headed dog, experiencing allergies. "Bless you," Grimora remarked absentmindedly, her spirit completely entrapped by the mysterious aura of the cave. She was hovering near the cavern wall, studying the disturbing, deep-cut carvings while I suffered from what seemed like a phantom reflex. The ancient symbols and images must have been Xeenar's equivalent of graffiti, but they held a heavy, lingering magical charm that Grimora found difficult to ignore. "Why does a puddle of cum even sneeze, and why am I saying bless you?" she contemplated aloud, her hands resting on her hips. She mused that my bizarre existence seemed to brew all sorts of oddities, disrupting the normal rules of her reality. Then she shrugged off her train of thought and refocused her pink eyes on understanding the cryptic drawings. As I nursed my imaginary nose, I couldn't help but be amused by her reaction. Somehow, with this shared experience of exploring uncharted territory, forging a pact with her seemed a little less daunting. It was almost reassuring, but I knew I would feel much better after the contract was officially signed and sealed. I still felt like she could turn on me at any moment if a better offer came along, so I decided to speak up and keep her engaged. "What are these runes, or carvings on the walls? Do they have anything to do with the Ether?" I asked to break the silence, though I was genuinely interested. While I had been thinking about the logistics of our upcoming pact, my mind had also been analyzing my long-term future in this world. I was a businessman, but so far I had seen no form of trade, no currency, no established supply chains. That made me curious about what this world actually had to offer, and what I could monopolize. This also included the mysterious force I consumed from the toxic dirt earlier. I had the slightest control over it in my new form, but I needed a larger market share. Grimora turned to me, her eyes glinting with a historian's curiosity. "Well," she began, floating closer to the wall, "The Ether, as you call it, isn't really just a force. It's more like... the raw lifeblood of this realm. We are essentially made of Ether; it fuels us, powers us. It's the baseline commodity. And these symbols," she gestured to the jagged, ancient carvings, "they do hold some significance." Piquing my interest, she continued. "These are actually remnants of an older civilization that once resided here long before Xeenar, or Markon, existed. The cave dwellers, as they were known, experimented with Ether. They didn't just absorb it; they wielded its magic structurally. But the extent of their knowledge, we can only speculate." She fell silent as she began tracing some of the symbols with a slender finger. "Specifically, the drawings depict battle rituals, summoning rites, and maybe some form of ancient sorcery. A few are prophecies, depicting... well, destruction, mostly. Maybe the fall of their own civilization." As I listened, learning about this world's history, a familiar corporate instinct struck me. As a businessman, I understood the absolute importance of knowledge and data acquisition. Knowing the market trends, understanding the strengths and weaknesses of competitors, and holding exclusive industry insights—every single bit of information contributed to the success of an enterprise. In this new world, the exact same principle applied. The more I knew about the underlying mechanics of Xeenar, the better I could navigate its complexities and stay ahead of potential hostile takeov