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The next morning, Marshall found himself seated in front of the new Chairman of Commerce of Dinosia. And this one didn't even look human. Also, Marshall had never visited the main administration building of his country. It was beautiful. But again, he never really gave a damn about how they ran the place unless they tried to do something stupid.

"I have some ideas, Father."

Marshall rubbed his beard. "Why? Isn't this boring?"

Azul, famous as Apocalypse, crossed his arms on the table. "That is why I'll only do this for three years. Barely a blink for beings like us. And I'm doing it because the people of Dinosia asked me to. The last Chairman had his thoughts, but fear kept him from you. To them, you're the god whose laws sealed Dinosia away, laws they dare not break."

"What's that? Hope it ain't a war they want to wage. If that's the case, I'd rather wipe out the entire country and start fresh again."

Used to immortality and nigh undefeatable might, Azul still gulped at his adopted father's words. He had no doubt that his father would indeed erase all of Dinosia if he felt it wasn't good enough. He understood that for a man who'd lived a hundred million years, a few thousand years was nothing.

Thankfully, it wasn't war they wanted.

"Had they demanded such, I would have refused, Father. Instead, they sought your grace for three exceptions to the isolationist decree." Azul explained and placed a map of the whole world. It was an accurate one, to the very last detail. While Dinosia was isolationist, its people were still allowed to send expeditions and traders outside.

Marshall lazily looked at the large map. "Zeus' tits! It looks like this now? It used to be different back then."

A mere comment. But to Azul, it was a subtle reminder of how ancient his father was. It somewhat made him proud to be associated with him… despite all the psychologically eccentric tendencies.

"This is the most recent map, Father. Look at these three locations. This place is called Panama, a state of New Granada. This one is the Eyalet of Egypt. And this is Siam, ruled by a King."

"Ah, ain't that the ladyboy place? Damn those dickmen. I was tricked back then."

"..."

Azul scratched his head, unable to understand what his father had just said. It was one of the oddities he had noticed. His father often said words that meant nothing or meant something absurd. He liked to believe it was eccentricities. Because if it was visions of the future… he didn't want dickmen either.

"Father, Dinosia's limited land means it can't mass-produce goods. At least for now, what the world consumes requires a lot of space and resources to produce. To secure Dinosia's future and riches, the last Chairman ordered five hundred iron and steel steam ships built for cargo. His vision was to make Dinosia the world's cargo broker, bridging nations with its fleets."

"That's fucking smart." Marshall instantly agreed to the idea. Being a man who'd seen modern times, while most memories were lost, he understood the idea with ease. He remembered how massive cargo ships got. "Heck, pour more cash into the ship-building study. Make them as big as you can. Fuck, make them fly maybe… ugh, that might be too hard though. Damn, should get Odin to snatch me some space pirate ship."

Azul nodded and pointed at the map again. "The world's cargo routes are dominated by a few, especially the British Empire. Dinosia will go head-to-head with them and their navies. Yet, by constructing and owning these three canals, we take the market away from the British at once."

"What's stopping you then? Go ahead, do it. Fuck the British, just like I fucked that George whatever's wife, hah, she was nice. But I can't remember her face… she was tight though. Ah, anyway, you have my permission. But these three are the only exceptions."

"..."

That was the psychologically eccentric tendencies he was used to.

"Building the canal in Panama is simple. But Egypt's demands your hand. I fear… the French are trying to do it first. If we get involved, a military intervention may happen. Dinosia has no army or navy, Father. But you are a worshiped man in those lands, all over the world. If you lend us a hand, I believe we can stop the French."

"Fuck the French too!" Marshall blurted and stood up. "I'll go and fuck their queen or whatever. Then their king will hand me the canal while I fill the queen's."

"..."

"And the Ottomans…"

"I'll fuck his queen too! Wait, don't they have a harem? Then I'll bang his entire harem," Marshall proclaimed.

And the problem lay in the fact that Azul really believed him. His father was willing and could do whatever he said he'd do. Yet the problem was, the French Emperor may cry, but the Ottoman Sultan would proclaim the First Man banging his harem as the blessing of the heavens or something else. Marshall was a god, angel, or something in every faith, after all.

"No, Father. Please, no need for that. I just hope you'll visit them once with Dinosia's people. You don't have to say a word. Your presence alone will make them accept it. Same with the King of Siam."

"That's it?" Marshall frowned and sat down boredly. "Alright, I'll take them on my raft. You're gonna dig these canals then?"

"That's why I've committed to three years here—one year for each canal. For the first fifty years, Dinosia owns the canal completely and keeps all the revenue. After that, every fifty years, twenty percent of the revenue goes to the country where the canal is. By the fourth fifty-year term, revenue sharing will settle at fifty-fifty until 2100."

Marshall shrugged and got up again to leave. "Sure, do that, kid. But don't expect me to dig the canals. I only dig the ones that moan."

"..."

"I will be doing that myself, Father."

"Great, good luck."

Finally, Marshall left.

Alone, Azul fell back in his large seat. He stared at the closed door and wondered about himself.

Will I end up like him someday? Is it the curse of immortality? Crazed for women… I dread such a fate.

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The Panama deal was done in a day.

The Ottomans delayed it for a week, however. Not because they didn't want it, but because they got a little sidelined in welcoming Marshall. They made it some sort of a festival just to welcome the First Man. Grand feasts, dances, and Marshall's very own hundred women orgies. He proudly left each one of them with their eyes rolled up. Their mortal bodies were no challenge to him.

Sadly, he didn't know back then that from that day, he'd be prayed to for fertility by the people of the entire Middle East and some parts of Eastern Europe. His legend would spread.

Then came Siam. Marshall avoided any hint of orgy there, the PTSD of dickmen still lingering in the subconscious. Besides, the King was a Buddhist, so there wasn't much going on. Though they did pray to Marshall as if he were a Buddha. Not their fault, since the ancient Buddhist scriptures extensively wrote about him, as the originator of mankind, and the First Man.

Done with the three canals, Marshall threw the Dinosia delegates back in Dinosia, grabbed his boy Marty, and headed out for a nice vacation after so much hard work.

"Where to, Marty?"

"Burff~"

"Somewhere warm and dry? Hmm… Haven't seen Greece in a while. Let's go there."

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Marshall wasn't alone roaming Greece, however. A certain Austrian Empress by the name of Empress Elisabeth, or Sisi, was there after suffering from lung problems. The Greek island of Corfu was her last destination in her long outing. The court of Vienna was too tiring for her, and her mother-in-law was the bane of her existence.

She had wed her husband, the Emperor of Austria, at the mere age of sixteen. Back then, it was out of love. But it didn't take long for that love to fade. And once she gave birth to her second child, the crown prince, she felt even more sidelined. Her children were taken away from her by her mother-in-law to be tutored.

The spark ended right there. She did feel lung problems, but it was more an excuse to be away from the suffocating court. She'd always been a free spirit before her marriage; she loved to travel, horseback riding, hiking, and even hunting. She wanted to return to that life.

Hence, her visit to the Greek island. She traveled with a small retinue, as was her habit.

"He's here! He's here!"

It was just another blissful afternoon for Empress Elisabeth. Sitting in the beautiful green garden of her mansion. It brought calm to her thoughts. But that was broken when the servants started shouting.

"Who is here?" she asked the servant.

"T-T-The First Man! After so many centuries! He's back in Greece!"

The Empress frowned and then stared at the servant. "You mean… the one written in the Bib—"

"Yes, that one, Your Majesty!"

"Where is he?"

"He's fishing near the port with the First Steed."

Elisabeth rose from her chair. "Bring me there, please. I'd like to see them for myself."

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