I Will Ultimately Become a Capitalist Tycoon?

Before Russell could speak, the Prompt Device could no longer hold itself back.

[Puxing Woman, what a shrimp head!]

[Not a single drop of resin!!]

Ah...

You've gone and said everything I was about to say.

Russell froze.

The Prompt Device had said everything he wanted to say, and now he didn't know what to say himself.

He could repeat the Prompt Device's words, but repeating it felt like losing somehow.

So—

"Huihui, this is your processing tool. Well, your Explosion Magic is only good for blowing up mountains, not for small-scale blasting."

Russell calmly pulled out a map of the mining area he was in, then took a pen and marked crosses on the zones that needed Explosion Magic bombardment, and circles on the areas that only needed Talisman blasting.

After finishing, he rolled up the scroll and stuffed it into Huihui's hands, his expression just like that boss who dangles a carrot on a stick.

"Huihui, work hard. If you're efficient enough, I can go to noble parties and hook up with a Young Lady who has long legs, big chest, and a nice butt."

"So for the sake of letting a girl grab hold of my future, okay? Use Explosion Magic and the Dragon Talisman on the mine!!"

Huihui fell silent.

She didn't understand what Russell was saying, but this guy had clearly stated his aesthetic—a Young Lady with long legs, big chest, and a nice butt.

She looked down and saw her own tiny toes.

If you can't see your toes when you look down, that's a beauty of the world.

But what Miss Huihui possessed was merely a vast, flat plain.

She looked back at the guy whose face was full of longing for a bright future...

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

Hard.

Her fist went hard!!

Huihui was furious!!

Chapter 11: Dealing with Shendu? Gotta Pay Up!

The path of the flat chest still couldn't be serialized properly.

If you asked why, it was actually quite simple.

Because—

A single worker can't beat the boss.

To take down the boss, you need all the workers to unite.

And Naruto-kun, by himself, occupied three hundred workstations, a true labor benchmark.

So, she could only put on her cold-weather gear with a gloomy expression and head to the designated spots to keep using Dragon Blast and Explosion Magic.

"Is this what it feels like to be the boss?"

Russell, also in the mining area but sitting in a small hut outside the zone, drinking tea, listened to the series of explosions and watched Shadow Clone Jutsus pushing little carts to transport Originium. He felt a warm current surging through his limbs and bones.

Warm, carrying the joy of a bountiful harvest.

If only there was a girl to give him a lap pillow.

With a massive surplus value in hand and a beautiful girl in his arms, life wouldn't be just sweet—it'd be heavenly.

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

[You're satisfied with just this little bit? Host, how can you have no ambition? You should be ashamed!!]

[Can't you at least envision the beautiful scenery of becoming the Regent King of Victoria, an executive of Anti-Entropy, or even the Emperor of Ursus?]

"What you're saying is nice and all, but what's the use?"

Russell rolled his eyes.

His combat power was decent, but it was probably only about one Talulah's worth.

If the enemy was stronger than Talulah and he still wanted to win, he'd have to use a Forbidden Skill.

Thinking about the skill he'd drawn from the gacha, Russell sucked in a cold breath.

That skill was way too dangerous.

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

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

[So, why don't you go ask the magical Valmont? He seems to have gained quite a bit from his struggles with Jackie Chan and Shendu.]

The Prompt Device gave a new hint.

As if responding to the Prompt Device's hint, the next moment, Russell's private message window gave a shake.

The sender was Valmont.

It started with a big red envelope.

Russell didn't open it.

Because he felt this red envelope was a bit suspicious.

—Valmont had given Russell the Dragon Talisman hoping he'd offer advice, but this time, he had nothing to ask of him.

Russell carefully examined the red envelope.

Then, unsurprisingly, he spotted the catch.

The name on this red envelope read "Divine Capital."

"My dear friend, this wouldn't happen to be the statue of Shendu, would it?"

Russell said in a joking tone.

"Yes, it's Shendu's statue inside."

That statement made Russell narrow his eyes.

Shendu.

The noblest dragon in Jackie Chan Adventures.

A dragon, and also one of the Eight Immortals who once ruled the Earth, a top-tier sorcerer.

If not for having spent too long in Hell, which eroded much of his wisdom and intellect, even with the world's rule of balancing good and evil, he could have taken down a few righteous warriors.

"My friend, my advice was to throw it away somewhere when it's lost all its magic, not to toss it to me."

Russell raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

"But, my friend, handing a demon over to a prophet or sage to deal with—isn't that the best ending in the stories?"

Valmont, who had finally escaped the nightmare of Shendu in Los Angeles, took a deep breath and said.

But this wasn't the end of the game.

Shendu was immortal, and this time, Valmont had thoroughly offended him. If given the chance, he would definitely retaliate.

Tossing him into another world was a good option.

But since he was going to toss him, he might as well give him to the one who knew the demon's true face best.

That way, Shendu would have no chance to turn things around, and Valmont could go back to his peaceful life of robbery.

"I'm not really keen on handling this."

Russell said.

That old dragon Shendu wouldn't become a helpful old man if kept around.

This guy was so cold and heartless that even demons thought he deserved to die. Having him as a mentor would be disrespecting one's own life.

"Mm... I still have one Talisman here. How about I give it to you?"

A flicker of pain crossed Valmont's face.

When Shendu was still around, tossing a Talisman to Russell didn't hurt much.

Because the young master of Divine Capital was footing the bill.

Now giving a Talisman meant cutting flesh from his own body.

"Do you have some misunderstanding about Shendu? This guy is quite formidable even among the Eight Immortals. Considering the other seven demons have been imprisoned too long and have forgotten their sorcery and how to use their abilities, he still retains some intellect. As long as he regains his demon form, he'll be the strongest demon."

Russell's gaze shifted slightly as he began to educate Valmont on demon trivia.

"Contacting the strongest demon is already dangerous. You could consider sealing him, but a seal isn't something you can just ignore and leave alone."

"...Shendu really is a troublesome one."

Even Valmont had to admit that Shendu was a hard nut to crack.

"Is there really no other way?"

Valmont's expression showed reluctance.

"You'll have to pay more."

Russell's words stunned Valmont for a moment.

What?

Didn't he say this thing was hard to deal with?

"...That doesn't quite match what you just said."

"Because it's hard to deal with, I can only either keep this thing by my side or travel a great distance to hand it over to a group of very strong people."

"This is a lot of trouble!!"

Russell spoke with righteous indignation.

"..."

Valmont fell silent, feeling out his spoils from this venture.

Mm, a talisman pried from Shendu, and a mask that the Goatee Old Man found suspicious.

"One talisman and a mask that seems magical."

"That's all I've got. If you think the price isn't enough, I'll just hand it over to those guys in District 13."

Valmont packed up the items and sent them to Russell.

As he said this, his tone lacked conviction.

He didn't exactly dare to hand Shendu's statue over to District 13.

After all, their security system—while not exactly impregnable—could still be called the Maginot Line.

The restroom next to District 13 was safer than that place.

Besides, the talisman in his hand... was kind of useless.

"Next time I run into something weird, I'll throw one your way."

Valmont added afterward.

"Mm, fine."

Russell nodded, seeing that Valmont really had nothing left.

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

Inside were a mask and a talisman of the same style as the Dragon Talisman, except this one bore a goat's head.