Kintoki's heart was huge, huge enough to hold an entire world... At the same time, his brain capacity was tiny, and multiplication and division could exhaust his brain cells.
But simple addition and subtraction came naturally to him.
...How could he balance out the huge deal he had ruined with a single lie? Even an elementary school student knew the answer. It was simple: subtract one, then add one back. Wouldn't that make everything even?
Oh my, -1 and then +1. See? Simple, right?
Old Kintoki suddenly found himself genuinely liking the little brat he had brought along... If the brat hadn't reminded him earlier, Abraham wouldn't have had anything to do with this at all.
Wouldn't this work out perfectly?
Thus, Kintoki suddenly shuddered and sprang up from the Throne he had snatched. He had not cared much about what Abraham was doing before, but now he couldn't help taking it seriously.
He had to hurry over and see whether that fellow Abraham had gotten himself into trouble.
Originally, Kintoki had not cared much about this deal... He had merely used the last scraps of his nearly ruined credit to buy a passable bloodline on credit from the shop—and then left it at that.
Abraham could go as far as he could. If he died, so be it. In any case, with the bloodline he had bought on credit, he probably, probably wouldn't lose money. If it produced even a little effect, then after rounding off, he could count it as a profit.
Kintoki naturally wouldn't pass up an opportunity to earn money while lying down.
But since he had to balance the books now, a small profit definitely wouldn't be enough—he might as well make Abraham great again. Abraham already had the foundation for it, so it shouldn't