The Rich Cultivator-Chapter 365 - 364. Prosperous Dusk City

Elite Academy of Magic and Technology

The transformation of the Elite Academy of Magic and Technology was nothing short of extraordinary.

Once a silent, almost forgotten institution tucked away on the outskirts of Dusk City, the academy had now become lively. The lonely corridors that once echoed with the wind were now alive with chatter, footsteps, and the occasional explosion from magical experiments gone wrong. Students of all backgrounds, from nobles of high-standing clans to wandering geniuses with no family name, filled the classrooms, lecture halls, and training grounds, eager to pursue knowledge in both Prana Arts and modern technology.

This massive resurgence wasn’t a miracle—it was the result of Tyler White’s vision and investment.

The academy now employed some of the most skilled and respected teachers in the Boundless World. Many of them had left prestigious positions at other sects and institutions, lured by one irresistible fact: the pay was absolutely insane. The salaries offered were far above the standard, and the resources provided for research and experimentation were practically limitless. Most of these teachers were now fiercely loyal to the academy, treating it as their home and vowing to help it rise to the top.

One of the key figures in this new era was Hawk, who had been appointed as the Vice Principal of the academy. Hawk really took care of almost everything when Tyler was not around.

As for the Principal, her presence was far more enigmatic. The elusive Serena, known in hushed whispers as the "Holographic Witch," never appeared in person. Instead, she taught her classes through advanced holographic projections, projecting a near-lifelike image of herself into lecture halls. Her magic-infused AI lectures were so seamless that many first-year students didn’t even realize she wasn’t physically present. Some speculated that she wasn’t even in the Boundless World at all, but operating from a floating island or a secret base hidden somewhere in another dimension. Whatever the case, her knowledge was undeniable, and her lessons left even the brightest students humbled.

Beyond the walls of the academy, Dusk City had undergone a complete metamorphosis.

Once a city plagued by failing infrastructure, and declining population, it had risen like a phoenix from its ashes. The old abandoned amusement park on the east end of the city was Bought by Tyler White for a suspiciously low price, it was quickly renovated and rebranded as Dreamscape Park. With enchanting rides powered by prana, light shows cast by illusionists, and floating snack stalls run by golems , the park became a favorite destination for tourists from across the continent. Children rode sky-drakes through illusion tunnels, while couples took romantic starlit boat rides through artificial lakes under aurora spells.

Alongside the park, the city’s tram system—once creaky, slow, and constantly breaking down—was completely replaced. Using advanced magi-tech arrays and hover-rail tracks, the new trams glided silently across the city, connecting every district with unmatched speed. Funded entirely by Tyler’s White Merchant Group, the public transportation project earned the gratitude of the masses and the quiet admiration of infrastructure specialists from every major city.

Even the City Lord had become lap dog for Tyler.

Though still officially in power, it was no secret that he answered to the academy now—or more precisely, to Tyler. Policies were aligned to suit the academy’s needs, city guards patrolled its borders with extra vigilance, and permissions for expansions and magical constructions were signed within hours.

In public, the City Lord smiled and proclaimed strong collaboration between government and education. In private, he acted more like a personal assistant to Elite Academy of Magic and Technology.

The Elite Academy of Magic and Technology is under the White Merchant Group, a business empire that had, in recent years, become the dominant force in multiple industries throughout the Boundless World.

A recent report from the news channel Boundless Today had this to say:

"Wherever the White Merchant Group sets foot, success follows. They have never suffered a single public loss. Whether it’s cedar trading, academy administration, floating boat transportation, or even the export of enchanted Alchemy products, they remain untouchable."

But insiders knew the truth was far more ruthless.

Not all of Tyler’s ventures were profitable. In fact, many of them initially suffered steep losses, and some even verged on collapse. However, Tyler didn’t care.

With unlimited resources , obviously the copper pot, he poured money into the ventures without hesitation, propping them up, buying out competitors, and undercutting market prices until rivals were forced to close shop or sell to him.

He simply crushed the competition until they bled dry and positioned himself at the top. It wasn’t kindness or cruelty—it was cold, strategic brilliance. And it worked.

The world famous — atleast the continent and the southern famous — White Merchant Group’s CEO and Founder is now sitting in the principal office, a beautiful teacher and a beautiful student are blushing alot as they were under the desk getting some guidance from Tyler White. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Ahhh... Sure ... Your promotion and your Job, don’t worry about it. I will take care of it." Tyler said as he moaned.

After their steamy session , the three of them—Tyler and the two girls—took their time lounging around the spacious, high-tech office. There were flirtatious exchanges, light teasing, and playful banter, but eventually, the girls dressed and left, looking completely satisfied... and visibly weak in the knees.

The silence in the room didn’t last long.

"Tyler, your blood circulation is highly stimulated," came a calm, familiar voice from the far corner of the room.

Tyler turned toward the unexpected voice. Serena’s holographic figure stood just beside his bookshelf, arms crossed, her expression unreadable as always.

She continued in her matter-of-fact tone, "It’s flowing at an accelerated rate through every part of your body. Muscle groups have relaxed, your vessels have expanded, and there’s a particular intensity in your... reproductive system. Fascinating."

Tyler narrowed his eyes. "I thought you couldn’t project your hologram outside the research chamber after I moved you into the pocket dimension."

"I couldn’t," she said with a small shrug. "But then you went ahead and installed a server, full data access, and internet into the pocket space. Not to mention, you gave me elevated system permissions. So technically, I can project myself now—as long as I remain within the connection range. Think of it like tethering to a router. I can’t stray too far from the pocket dimension, but I’m still here."

Tyler sighed. He had, in fact, forgotten he’d granted her admin-level access in a moment of generosity. Now he was starting to regret it. "Fine," he muttered. "But seriously, can’t you announce yourself like a normal person?"

"I’m not a person," Serena replied plainly. "I’m an AI now, atleast until I get my Body back."

Tyler rolled his eyes. "You are not an AI, You are A Fake AI."

Serena tilted her head slightly, then got back to the topic at hand, her tone sharper. "That aside, I have a professional inquiry. As the Head of the Academy, how do you justify... sleeping with both teachers and students under your administration?"

Tyler coughed awkwardly. "I mean, technically, they’re not under me anymore. I rarely show my face here. Besides, everything was consensual. i didn’t use my authority to force them."

Serena didn’t blink. "That’s not the point."

"I know," Tyler said, scratching the back of his neck. "Honestly, ever since my last cultivation breakthrough, I feel like my self-control has taken a nosedive. My instincts are more... primal now. Emotions are stronger. Impulses harder to resist. And let’s be honest, I’ve never been the kind of guy to say no when the cake is already placed in front of me."

"So basically," Serena summarized with the expressionless tone of a therapist writing in a notebook, "you’re blaming your libido on a power-up and your lack of willpower on a metaphorical pastry."

Tyler smirked. "Exactly."

"You really are a playboy," Serena said, nodding. "A well-dressed, rich, morally gray playboy."

"That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all week."

She ignored the sarcasm. "Back to the mission. When are we leaving?"

Tyler’s playful smile faded slightly as his expression turned more serious. "We’ll depart as soon as the vessel is completed. The construction arrays are working overtime. I estimate three more days."

Serena nodded. "And the girls? Are you bringing your two little lovers along?"

Tyler leaned back in his chair. "Hawk already informed me she wants to stay here and oversee the academy. With her as Vice Principal, I’m not too worried. I will just make her the Principal. As for GG... she’s still taking care of your main body. She volunteered to stay in the pocket dimension, maintain the healing arrays, and monitor your vitals."

Serena’s gaze lingered on him, her eyes softening just a touch—a rare sight for someone whose expression rarely shifted beyond analytical calm. She fell silent for a moment.

Tyler blinked. "What?"

"...It’s true GG betrayed me once," Serena finally said. "But she’s still a pity child. Try not to bully her too much."

Before he could respond, her projection flickered and disappeared into thin air, leaving the faint smell of ozone in the air—a side effect of prana-based projection.

Tyler sat there for a moment, fingers drumming lightly on the desk.

"Bully her?" he muttered to himself. "It was GG who took the initiative..."

He shook his head, lips curling into an amused, slightly helpless smile.