Deal with the Demon Lord? That'll Cost Extra!

Before Russell could speak, the Prompt Device was already getting impatient.

Puxing Woman, what a shrimp-head!

Not a shred of resin at all!!

Ah...

You just said everything I wanted to say.

Russell froze.

The Prompt Device had said everything he wanted to say, and now he had no idea what to say.

He could repeat what the Prompt Device had said, but repeating it somehow felt like admitting defeat.

So—

"Huihui, these are your work tools. Well, your Explosion Magic is only suitable for blowing up mountains, not for small-scale demolition."

Russell calmly took out a map of the mining area he was in. Then, with a pen, he marked crosses over the areas that needed to be bombarded with Explosion Magic and circles over the areas that only required talisman explosions.

After finishing all that, he stuffed the scroll into Huihui's hands, wearing the expression of a boss selling empty promises.

"Huihui, work hard. As long as you're efficient enough, I can attend noble gatherings and flirt with young ladies with big breasts, long legs, and perky butts."

"For the sake of letting girls hold my future, okay? Use Explosion Magic and the Dragon Talisman on the mine!!"

Huihui fell silent.

Though she did not understand what Russell was talking about, he had very clearly stated his preferences—young ladies with big breasts, long legs, and perky butts.

She lowered her head and looked at her delicate little toes.

If you could not see your toes when looking down, you were a peerless beauty.

But all Miss Huihui possessed was a vast plain beneath a starry sky.

She looked once more at that guy whose face was filled with beautiful hopes for the future...

So she was a valuable production tool, not a pretty girl?!!!

Her fists clenched.

Her fists were hard!!

Huihui was furious!!

Dealing with the Holy Lord? That'll Cost Extra!

The Flat-Chest Path still failed to continue its glorious serialization.

The reason was actually quite simple.

Because—

A single worker could not defeat the boss.

To fight a boss, all workers had to join forces.

And Naruto alone occupied three hundred workstations. He was truly a model worker.

So she could only put on a cold-weather suit with a sorrowful expression and continuously use Dragon Blast and Explosion Magic at the designated location.

"So this is what it feels like to be a boss?"

Russell, who was also in the mining area but sat outside in a small hut drinking tea, listened to the repeated explosions and watched Shadow Clones push carts of Originium along. He felt a warm current surge through every limb and bone.

It was warm, filled with the joy of harvest.

It would be even better if a girl could give him a lap pillow.

With so much surplus value in hand and a beautiful girl in his arms, life would definitely be incredibly sweet.

Russell let out a breath, feeling that his future was truly radiant.

You're already satisfied with this little bit? Host, why do you have no ambition at all? You should be ashamed of yourself!!

Can't you imagine the wonderful prospect of becoming Victoria's Regent King, an Anti-Entropy executive, or even the Emperor of Ursus?

"What you said sounds great, but what use is it?"

Russell rolled his eyes.

His combat strength was decent, but it was probably only around the level of one Talulah.

If his enemy was stronger than Talulah and he still wanted to win, then he would have to use a Forbidden Skill.

At the thought of the skill he had drawn, Russell inhaled sharply.

That skill was too dangerous.

But then again, even if he used the Forbidden Skill, his strength would probably only double.

Trying to overthrow Victoria, Ursus, or even Anti-Entropy with the power of two Talulahs was a little disrespectful to his own brain.

Then why don't you ask the amazing Valmont? He seemed to have gained quite a lot from his struggle against Jackie Chan and the Holy Lord.

The Prompt Device gave him a new hint.

As if in response to that hint, a notification window began shaking in Russell's private messages the very next moment.

It was Valmont.

He started off with a huge red packet.

Russell did not open it.

Because he felt there was something strange about this red packet.

—Valmont had given Russell the Dragon Talisman because he wanted him to help come up with an idea. This time, he had no reason to ask Russell for help.

Russell carefully examined the red packet.

Then, unsurprisingly, he spotted the key detail.

The name written on the red packet was "Divine Capital."

"My dear fellow, that wouldn't happen to be the Holy Lord's statue inside, would it?"

Russell spoke in a joking tone.

"Yes, the Holy Lord's statue is inside."

That answer made Russell narrow his eyes.

The Holy Lord.

The dragon with the noblest bloodline in Jackie Chan Adventures.

Not only was he a dragon, he was also one of the Eight Immortals who had ruled the world, a top-tier sorcerer.

If he had not spent too long in Hell, having much of his wisdom and intellect worn away, then even with the world's rules of balance between good and evil, he could have taken down several righteous warriors.

"My fellow, my suggestion was for you to throw it somewhere while it has lost all its magic, not throw it at me."

Russell raised an eyebrow.

"But my friend, isn't handing a demon over to a prophet and sage the best ending in any story?"

In Los Angeles, Valmont, who had finally escaped the nightmare that was the Holy Lord, took a deep breath as he spoke.

But this was not the end of the game.

The Holy Lord was immortal. This time, Valmont had completely offended him. If he ever got the chance, he would definitely seek revenge.

Throwing him into another world was not a bad choice.

But if he was going to throw him away, he should give him to the person who understood the demon's true nature best.

Only then would the Holy Lord have no chance of making a comeback, and only then could Valmont return to a peaceful life of robbery.

"I don't really want to deal with this."

Russell said.

That old dragon bastard, the Holy Lord, would not become some kindly old mentor if kept nearby.

He was so heartless and faithless that even demons would think he deserved to die. Letting him become Russell's old mentor would be a blatant disregard for his own life.

"Um... I still have another talisman. How about I give it to you?"

A flash of pain crossed Valmont's face.

When the Holy Lord was still around, Valmont had not felt too bad about giving talismans to Russell.

Because the young master of Divine Capital was paying for them.

But giving away a talisman now was like cutting flesh from his own body.

"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about the Holy Lord? He's extremely powerful even among the Eight Immortals. Considering that the other seven demons have been imprisoned for too long and have forgotten almost all their sorcery and how to use their powers, once he regains his demonic body, he'll be the strongest demon as long as he retains even part of his intellect."

Russell's eyes shifted slightly as he began educating Valmont on demon trivia.

"Just coming into contact with the strongest demon is already dangerous. Sealing him is worth considering, but a seal isn't something you can just set aside and ignore."

"...The Holy Lord really is troublesome."

Even Valmont had to admit that the Holy Lord was difficult to handle.

"Is there really no other way?"

Valmont looked unwilling to give up.

"That'll cost extra."

Russell's words instantly left Valmont stunned.

What the hell?

Hadn't Russell just said this thing was very difficult to deal with?

"...That doesn't seem quite consistent with what you said."

"Because it's difficult to deal with, I can only keep it near me, or travel a great distance to hand it over to a group of very powerful people."

"That's a lot of trouble!!"

Russell said righteously.

"..."

Valmont fell silent and examined the spoils he had gathered.

Well, one talisman pulled from the Holy Lord, and a Mask that had made that goateed old man feel something was off about it.

"One talisman and a Mask that seems to have magic."

"That's all I have. If you think that isn't enough, then I can only hand him over to those people in District 13."

Valmont packed up the items and sent them to Russell.

He did not have much confidence when he said that.

He did not really dare hand the Holy Lord's statue over to District 13.

After all, their security system could not exactly be called impenetrable, but it could certainly be called the Maginot Line.

Even the toilets next to District 13 were safer than that place.

Besides, the talisman he had... was kind of useless.

"At most, if I come across anything strange in the future, I'll send you a share."

Valmont added afterward.

"Mm, fine."

Russell nodded. It was obvious Valmont was truly out of options.

Russell looked at the red packet sent from the other side and opened it.

Inside was a Mask and a talisman identical in style to the Dragon Talisman, except that it bore the image of a goat's head.