A Chapter with a Difficult Name

The night passed quickly. Early the next morning, after visiting Uncle Mocha's home and enduring a long round of nagging and instructions, Ryan returned to Haulers Building and listened to Ashe's report.

Because his identity had been exposed, the Haulers Group's core business had been developing quite well. Not only had it recovered all its shares, it could also be said to have swept aside every entertainment and media company in the world.

But for the same reason, it had made no progress at all in physical industries or other relatively important sectors.

After all, he lived on Earth. As long as he was not prepared to openly tear things apart, some rules had to be followed.

Although every country feared Nazarick, preventing Nazarick from getting a stranglehold on certain industries was also their bottom line.

Ryan had no intention of proactively breaking that unspoken understanding, but if he wanted to increase his influence on Earth, he had to find a way to break the deadlock.

And his plans for the League of Heroes were the key to doing so, though what he valued about the League of Heroes went far beyond that.

"All right, Ashe. There's no need to report the profits and all that. You know I don't care about those things."

Sitting in his office chair, Ryan spoke up and interrupted Ashe as she began reporting those dull numerical statements.

It was different from when he had first started his business. Back then, although he had the strange abilities and confidence provided by the system, he did not truly possess the power to control his own fate. The profits Haulers Group could bring him had been everything.

But things were different now. Since he had begun roaming the myriad worlds and truly putting into action the plans