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Morin smiled and declined Biscuit's "kindness," as well as Pakunoda's offer of help.
"I have a way."
"What way? You need to devote all your attention to training right now. You can't let making money delay your training," Biscuit cautioned.
"Of course. Nen training will always come first in my heart."
Morin said happily from the bottom of his heart,
"It's just that I got a new gadget these past two days."
"A new gadget?"
Biscuit was both enlightened and curious. "What is it?"
The only thing that could give Morin such confidence was one of his strange and unusual gadgets, whose effects made even her jealous.
"This gadget...
is called the Compound Interest Bank."
Morin took out a yellow gadget that resembled a bank counter, with two windows labeled Deposit and Loan.
Compound Interest Bank? Was it a gadget related to savings interest?
Biscuit looked the bank over from top to bottom.
"It doesn't look like anything special. But since it's a gadget, it should have some kind of effect, right? What does it do? Can you deposit and withdraw money anytime, anywhere? Or does it offer more interest than a regular bank?"
Biscuit had plenty of experience. At the mention of a bank, she immediately listed several possible banking functions.
"It has all the effects you mentioned, and it's even better than all of them."
As he spoke, Morin placed one of his ten-Jenny coins into the deposit window.
The coin was automatically sucked inside, and the bank emitted a mechanical voice.
"Welcome to Compound Interest Bank. Thank you for your patronage."
As it spoke, it spat out Morin's savings passbook.
Biscuit found the sight endlessly fascinating, as though she had broadened her horizons again.
"You really have every kind of gadget. Following you feels like following some all-purpose robot that can fulfill any request."
As she spoke, she picked up the passbook, flipped to the page recording the ten-Jenny deposit, and casually asked,
"How much interest can this portable bank earn?"
In her opinion, even if it paid more than a regular bank, it could not be that much higher. Its greatest advantage was still its portability.
"This is the Compound Interest Bank,"
Morin corrected. "Its interest rate is ten percent per hour."
Gadget: Compound Interest Bank. Effect: A bank with a deposit window and a loan window. Deposits made at this bank earn ten percent interest every hour, bringing in a steady stream of wealth; loans require repayment of twenty percent interest every hour, and the interest compounds until the debt is paid off. If you do not repay it quickly, you will be in trouble.
"Ten percent interest?"
Biscuit thought for a moment, calculating rapidly in her head. "What does that come to again?"
"Take my ten Jenny, for example. After one hour, it becomes eleven Jenny. After two hours, it becomes 12.1 Jenny. After three hours, it becomes 13.31 Jenny. After eight hours, it doubles. After one day, it becomes one hundred Jenny."
Morin calculated it for her.
"Only a hundred Jenny in a day."
Biscuit pursed her lips, losing some of her interest.
Clearly, this master of his might be capable in other areas, but she was completely insensitive when it came to mathematics and numbers.
Morin thought to himself.
It might only be a small hundred Jenny, but that was ten Jenny multiplied tenfold!
In just one day, it had increased ten times over!
That was only ten Jenny. What if he deposited a hundred Jenny? A thousand Jenny? Or even ten thousand Jenny?!
What bank in the world offered interest this high?!
Sometimes Morin wondered whether Doraemon's world was not afraid that bringing out a gadget like this would wreck the economy and financial system, collapse the currency system entirely, and cause inflation???
"How long are you planning to keep those ten Jenny deposited?"
Biscuit lounged on the bed and asked teasingly.
"I plan to leave it there for a week first."
As he spoke, Morin put away the passbook.
As for the Compound Interest Bank, he left it out, because he might need it again soon.
"A week? How much would that be?"
Biscuit casually asked as she played with her golden-blonde ponytail.
"If I leave it for a week, not much. It'll only be around ninety million Jenny."
Morin replied in an equally casual, breezy tone.
"Oh?"
Biscuit nodded instinctively. "Only ninety million Jenn... Wait?!"
Thud!!
She fell straight off the bed without the slightest regard for her image.
"H-how much?!"
Without caring about her appearance at all, she scrambled up from the floor and shrieked.
Pakunoda, who had also been shocked by the figure, covered her ears.
"Ninety million Jenny."
Morin covered his ears as well and repeated it.
"Ninety million... in just one week???"
Biscuit stared in dumbfounded disbelief. "You're openly robbing people?!"
"No!!"
As she spoke, she shook her head furiously. "This is even faster than robbery!!"
"Um..."
She looked at Morin, her expression becoming unusually serious. "You're not joking, are you?"
"What do you think?"
Morin asked with a smile.
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"I don't think you are~"
Biscuit held her forehead. "So you really did conjure an incredibly amazing gadget!!"
Although Biscuit was bad at math, she could still clearly understand what kind of impact and consequences too much money would have on this world.
"This thing is no less dangerous than the large-scale destructive weapons held by V5. It may even be more dangerous."
Biscuit looked at Morin with a complicated expression. Her little disciple really did give her unimaginable surprises at every turn.
"No one else can ever find out about this!"
Biscuit's expression was stern, and she deliberately emphasized her words. "And you absolutely cannot let anyone else use it!!"
"Only the three of us can know about it!!"
If outsiders learned that they possessed such a divine tool for making money through compound interest, the entire world would go mad.
Who knew how many powerful people would come after them?
Freelancers, those specially raised by V5, and countless civilian organizations, among others.
They would never know peace for the rest of their lives.
"Can we tell Machi about this gadget?"
Pakunoda, who had remained silent the whole time, suddenly spoke.
"Who is Machi?"
Biscuit asked.
"A very good friend of mine. She also likes money."
Morin gave a fairly impartial assessment.
"That's not allowed either!"
Biscuit shook her head. "Forget friends. Even parents and family members can't know!!"
"I don't have parents or family."
Morin smiled casually. "I wasn't planning to tell Machi anyway. With her personality, she'd definitely keep depositing money with me like crazy. It would be annoying as hell."
"This is a secret between the three of us."
Only then did Biscuit's expression soften slightly. She nodded, then still knocked Morin on the head.
"Listen to yourself. Isn't your master family?"
"Didn't you say not to call you Master?"
"Oh? So now that you have money, you think your wings have hardened? Or do you think you've learned enough and don't need me anymore? You don't want to acknowledge me as your master anymore?"
"How did this turn into that?! I acknowledge you, I acknowledge you."
Watching Morin fool around with Biscuit, who had slipped into full drama-queen mode, Pakunoda received the answer she wanted and curled her lips into a faint smile.
"A secret belonging to us?"
Though she came from Meteor City and should not have possessed particularly complicated emotions,
she truly felt relaxed and happy when she was with Morin.
It was like what the books described... the warmth of a home.
And because Machi had brought Morin home to live with her, spent the longest time with him, and held the most important place in his life?
Pakunoda would sometimes experience unusual feelings as well.
But in her view, having her, Pakunoda, by Morin's side now was enough.
While Pakunoda quietly contemplated this, Morin and Biscuit also stopped fooling around.
"By the way."
Biscuit's tone suddenly became gentle.
"Since this gadget is destined to exist only in the knowledge of the three of us, why not let us use it too, hmm?"
She spoke affectionately, her eyes soft and watery as she flirted without restraint.
"My dear disciple~~~"
Her voice was seductively sweet, and her breath fragrant. It made goosebumps rise all over one's body.
If it had been any ordinary, normal man, he would have immediately surrendered under that display, his bones going half limp.
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