Rebirth: Super Banking System Chapter 2503 - 2341: Level 8 Privileges

Over the last year.

Brexit unfolded.

The British Pound suffered a massive blow, both in exchange rates and trade shares. Meanwhile, the Asia Dollar, holding fourth position, surged ahead rapidly.

Up to now.

According to system data.

The Asia Dollar.

Has surpassed the British Pound, securing third place as a global currency for international trade and commerce settlements. Due to data lag in statistics, official recognition came only by late April.

Following the alert.

In an instant.

Tang Qing sensed his mind quiver.

Next.

A marvelous sensation emerged, an ineffable thrill surging through his soul. This marked his second such encounter since gaining spatial authority.

Truly bizarre.

...

Shortly after.

The sensation faded away.

Then.

Learning the perks of this enhanced authority, Tang Qing's mood soared. It was an improved spatial authority; before, it allowed only teleportation.

At present.

"Whoosh!"

With a flicker.

Tang Qing materialized on Mars. The landscape was utterly barren, filled with rocks and dust, where fleeting dust storms offered the sole hint of activity.

With a mere thought.

Abruptly.

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"..."

Across a three-kilometer span.

The earth split open suddenly, forming a web-like pattern. Innumerable rock chunks erupted, dust quivering as they all lifted slowly into the sky.

As though gravity had vanished here.

Witnessing this.

Tang Qing grinned in excitement.

This upgrade.

Projected spatial authority into the real world, far more potent than before. In the past, inside the Training Area, he wielded control over storms and shattered peaks, but outside, only instant travel worked.

Today.

This power manifests outwardly.

Via mental command.

Its devastation is terrifying. Within this zone, Tang Qing was confident he could crumple an aircraft carrier into a twisted metal lump.

He extended his hand.

Gripped tightly.

"Crack!"

All sizable fragments in the three-kilometer area shattered into glass-bead-sized pebbles, with barely any energy drain.

At once.

Tang Qing felt a rush of supremacy.

Who could rival him?

Yet quickly.

He composed himself; invincibility wasn't novel anymore, he'd grown accustomed. Craving a worthy foe? No thanks.

Zero anticipation.

Low profile was wiser.

...

Naturally.

In the real world, wielding such might, the enhanced authority proved even mightier within space too. Deactivating it, Tang Qing vanished from the spot.

Unfettered.

Countless rocks and sand plummeted, kicking up massive dust clouds.

Meanwhile.

In the Training Area.

Tang Qing materialized mid-air.

Before his eyes.

A alloy pillar emerged, three meters wide and ten meters tall, tipping the scales at hundreds of tons. Tang Qing's Nerve Telekinesis swiftly etched a design within.

"Split!"

A soft order.

"Crack!"

The metal pillar cleaved cleanly in half, unveiling a detailed floating model inside. Zoomed in, it revealed vein-like intricacies on leaves.

"Incredible!"

Tang Qing blurted out in awe.

Beforehand.

He managed storms and rock-splitting with immense destruction, yet couldn't finesse alloys so precisely as now.

What good is it?

Plenty, actually.

Should he desire.

One thought sufficed.

To craft ultra-precise components with tiny margins of error. No more delays for factories when making metal parts later.

Done in moments.

Of course.

Limited to slicing and shaping, since this wasn't matter manipulation but spatial cuts aligned with his will.

Leveraging spatial force.

"Fascinating!"

Soon.

Alloy pillars lined up one after another.

Designing.

Aligning.

Slicing.

Molding.

Fine detailing.

...

Various lifelike metal creations sprang forth. Skyscrapers, aircraft carriers, lunar replicas, cats, dogs.

In essence.

Tang Qing reveled endlessly.

Now.

Effort slashed dramatically; past designs in the Training Area's facilities took ages. Today, pure ease.

Adoring it.

As for this heap of novelties wasting resources?

Nope.

A wave of his hand.

Remelted.

Reformed.

No material loss in processing. Remaking costs were trivial. Energy? Tang Qing had plenty.

"Crack! Crack!"

Directly ahead.

Exquisite components formed swiftly, assembling into sleek metal armor, dwarfing cinematic versions in grandeur.

Frankly.

Movies prioritized looks.

His version.

Boasted raw menace. Worn by a movie antagonist, it'd steal the show, fans rooting for the baddie.

Handsome!

Cool!

Precisely why.

...

With Level Eight authority.

Tang Qing's routine turned delightful. Daily office tinkering birthed gadgets galore. Flaunting outside?

No way.

Fear of alarming folks.

Truth be told.

Overwhelming power without mental discipline risks chaos. Like anyone with his wealth, sway, and might.

Lacking wild nights? Unlikely.

Worldwide.

Any nation.

Desires fulfilled instantly. Resisting such lures demands practice, not instinct.

A pastime to stay grounded.

Crucial.

Ultimately.

Hand invisibility to most, fantasies run wild. Tang Qing preferred steady normalcy.

...

Time.

Slipped into May.

United Kingdom.

Post-Brexit vote, procedures kicked off. Truthfully, UK elites opposed leaving.

However.

Events accelerated wildly.

Plus.

Internal rifts abounded, like a tug-of-war with traitors switching sides—nightmare fuel.

Now.

That's the reality.

The masses.

Fuming mad.

Elites.

Fractured within.

Anti-Brexit factions felt helpless. Constant mishaps struck, compressing a half-year saga.

To mid-May completion.

"Whoa..."

"This..."

"..."

Myriad voices ached to curse.

This instant.

Facing spiraling disorder, Europe's top consortiums mobilized. Prior meddling failed amid disruptions.

Besides.

They operated solo, uncoordinated.

Currently.

Unchecked, catastrophe looms.

"Next, we must unite to calm the chaos. The issue with Greece is minor; our bottom line is that the European Union must exist."

"Euro."

"Cannot decline now."

"Otherwise."

"It also means our assets will depreciate. With great difficulty, we’ve reached today’s scenario; we cannot let this petty issue ruin it."

"All European media should be addressed and not stir the fire anymore, if not compliant, let them taste the power of capital."

On stage.

The Anelli Family spokesperson declared with fervor.