30 years passed and my underground construction was completed.
Of course, it was still very much different from the original Blemish of Time.
My Blemish of Time could already accommodate 300 people, but I still don't take off my protective gears when I enter the place.
For the past 30 years, Dahai had been managing and keeping my Blemish of Time in order while I make sure that this whole affair stays a secret and recruit more wealthy people.
Dahai and I made improvements in the protective gears and have successfully mass produced them before hiring more staff.
Dahai suggested that I disguise myself as a doctor, walk around the chemotherapy rooms, and use the idea of postponing death to get patients to our Blemish of Time.
This method worked like a charm. Dying patients entered our Blemish of Time and regained a bit of vitality.
Dahai allocated them to alternate between work and rest so that our business could continue expanding.
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