Will I Ultimately Become a Capitalist Tycoon?

Russell toyed with the talisman in his hand, thinking.

The renowned bread enthusiast Diao Ao once said that Stands have no inherent distinction between strong and weak.

That saying might also apply to the Twelve Talismans.

The Sheep Talisman was pretty effective for underground intelligence and enemy reconnaissance.

Since the hardest problem was already solved.

Then why wasn't Russell setting off?

Russell stood bare-chested in front of the mirror.

The mirror revealed a beast-like figure.

This wasn't a metaphor, but a factual description.

Around his neck were black-red scales, the same on his wrists and ankles, and around his waist hung a tail that resembled a wolf's but was much longer and slenderer.

Dragon Clan branch—Ya Zi, a noble bloodline of Yan.

Russell himself didn't know why he was in Ursus. Logically, he should have been a Yan noble.

He felt like the beginning of his story was some bored guy randomly throwing dice.

When wearing loose clothes, Russell looked no different from a normal person, but once he took them off, anyone who wasn't blind could tell he wasn't human.

"Prompt Device, do you think I can get through airport security?"

Russell pondered for a moment, then asked his golden finger.

[Do you think the airport staff are lobster soldiers from Assassin's Creed?]

[Come to think of it, you're still an undocumented resident. If you want to go to Vienna, you'll probably have to cling to a plane. My dear friend, remember to eat plenty and wear lots of clothes. Clinging to a plane for a day and a night is still a bit hard on the body.]

How bitter.

He'd just spent a day in an air-conditioned room, and now he had to go face the cold wind again.

The environment was worse than Siberia.

"Kind of don't want to go anymore."

Russell sighed.

Freezing in the Terra world, then freezing again when switching to the Honkai world.

Wasn't that a pointless transfer?!

"If it weren't for the Originium inhibitor being such a good thing, I'd have already bailed."

Russell bit down on the Sheep Talisman and logged into the chat group.

"Megumin, do you have any way to earn your father's trust? Also, by the way, where is your father imprisoned?"

The boy directly started asking his group member.

Megumin was stunned. According to Russell, her father's faction had already completely folded and was nothing more than a mascot before the Anti-Entropy Alliance Leader returned.

What use was finding her father?

But since it was a question from a prophet, if he asked, there must be a reason.

"Ways to earn my father's trust..."

The girl thought carefully, then spoke cautiously.

"My father often disguises himself as the Homu Sword Saint to spar with me. Does that count?"

"Sounds good, but I'd prefer something a bit more private."

Something more private.

Megumin instinctively glanced at her thigh, where there was a faint, nearly imperceptible birthmark.

Only she and her parents knew about that. Her mother had passed away early, so now only she and her father knew, but that was obviously too private.

Russell gave an example.

"Middle-aged, balding to the point of naming your hair strands, or needing to drink three cups of goji berry tea every day."

Megumin: "..."

After a long pause, she spoke.

"My dad isn't balding."

"Now's not the time to defend your father."

Russell sighed.

Megumin also realized the issue. Now wasn't the time to be shy.

She spoke, quickly revealing a secret.

"If I have to say something only a father and daughter would know, it's probably that my father was once bitten on the butt by a pig."

"Yeah, that's the biggest pain of his life."

"When he was young, he really liked traveling and wilderness exploration. Mm, sometimes he had to take care of some private matters out in the wild... Mm, while traveling in India, he was attacked in the rear by a pig that stuck its head out of a dry latrine."

"Mm, on Mount Emei, he got into a fight with some monkeys and lost."

Maybe because it concerned the future of Changkong City, Megumin held nothing back.

"Also, he heard there were some pretty ancient martial arts in Africa, so he brought a blade to spar. Ended up being held at gunpoint by an African chieftain and forced to dance a prisoner-of-war dance all night."

[Ah, I thought she was going to tell you about the birthmark on her thigh]

Even the Prompt Device seemed stunned.

The Raikou family truly lived up to its reputation as a distinguished house in the Far East, with deep roots in Sinology.

They emphasized filial piety as the foundation of the household.

"If I told Raikou Ryoma that I know his daughter has a birthmark on her thigh, I think that man would rather my plane crash mid-flight."

Russell recorded this new addition to the Far East's Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars, then asked for the location of Raikou Ryoma's prison.

His expression was one of satisfaction.

Although Raikou Ryoma had been thoroughly brutalized by Cocolia, he was still essentially an executive of Anti-Entropy, with a record of easily escaping prison in the future.

Using the Sheep Talisman to communicate with him in dreams and trade for a direct ticket to Vienna was clearly not difficult.

[Beating up Cocolia isn't hard for you, but your time is still pretty tight]

[It's daytime now, and Raikou Ryoma obviously isn't asleep. Waiting for him to fall asleep will cost you a whole day. Communicating in dreams and arranging the trip to Vienna will take another night and day. By then, you'll only have two nights and one day left]

[Staking out Durandal while she sleeps is also pretty luck-dependent. If you don't find her the second night, you'll have to try the third. If communication only finishes on the third night, you won't have much time left to deal with Cocolia. Calculating it this way, whether you get the mission reward still depends a lot on luck]

"No, I'm definitely getting this mission reward."

To that, the boy's expression was proud.

[Where are you getting the time and confidence?]

The Prompt Device was a bit confused.

Russell smiled without speaking, simply picking up his phone to contact his current top lackey, Kiana.

"Brother Russell, is there anything I can help with?"

In front of her brother-in-law, Kiana was clearly eager to prove herself.

To that, a smile spread across Russell's face.

"Kiana, can I ask you for a favor?"

The boy quickly picked up his phone and sent over Raikou Ryoma's location and photo.

"Help me knock this criminal unconscious."

The Prompt Device was stunned.

"I can be in Vienna by tonight. Two days and three nights are plenty of time for me to find Durandal and tattle."

The boy turned back, his expression proud.

The system seemed to finally understand why Russell had so much time to spare.

[Damn, so you're doing physical dream entry!!]

Chapter 18: Russell's Profession Might Be a Screenwriter

Physical dream entry.

A technical skill.

First, you need the ability to enter dreams. Second, you need the strength to knock your target unconscious.

At the very least, you need a capable enforcer.

"Brother Russell, why are you attacking a prisoner?"

The strikingly beautiful white-haired maiden sat on the sofa, looking at the boy before her, asking seriously.

Kiana, a girl proud of the Kaslana name.

Although she was currently trying hard to woo Megumin and needed to curry favor with a certain brother-in-law, That didn't mean she would blindly follow everything Russell said.

But fortunately—

Russell had been a smooth talker since childhood.

So—

"This is a family matter of the Raikou family."

To that, the boy spoke slowly.

"Raikou Ryoma Sniper. That man's name."

?!

What kind of name is that?!

Kiana fell silent instantly.

That name seemed to carry its own Conqueror's Haki, directly cowing her into submission.

She had spent a long time in the Far East, but this was the first time she had heard such a... modern name.

"Raikou Ryoma Sniper is my clan uncle, well, Megumin's uncle."

The boy, who had just renamed Raikou Ryoma on the spot, looked at Kiana like she was some kind of freak.

"What, is there a problem?"

Holy shit.

This was way more than just a problem.

Kiana felt her urge to roast was barely containable. What kind of ghost of a name was this? Did Megumin also have an uncle named Raikou Fire Qilin, and a big uncle named Raikou AK-47?

This wasn't just strange—this was strange's mother giving strange a Gate of Opening, strange to the core.

If you said that name with a straight face like that, it'd be weird if you didn't crack up!

Kiana pressed her lips tightly together.

She was afraid that if she let herself go, she'd blurt all that out, and if it reached the ears of Megumin's elders...

Then, even if that brother-in-law Russell vouched for her with all his might, she'd never set foot in the Raikou family.

Thinking this, that maiden downed several glasses of water in a row to dissolve the bile of sarcasm in her stomach.

"Megumin's grandfather's naming skills are... a bit novel, huh."

After confirming her urge to roast had subsided, that girl let out a dry laugh, trying to offer a compliment.

"It's indeed quite modern."

A faint smile crept onto Russell's lips. Kiana wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but that smile looked a little smug.