Will I Eventually Become a Capitalist? Chapter 23

After a long silence, she didn't escape as directly as he thought. She was the one who swore to carry everyone's fate on her shoulders.

That is to say, a hero.

And a hero absolutely cannot flee in a panic!

"Otto, there's nothing to say about that man. I don't have the habit of speaking ill of people behind their backs."

The young man smiled and didn't elaborate.

"Besides, that nihilistic man has actually chosen his own guillotine. Even if we do nothing, he will head towards self-destruction."

He gently hugged his adopted daughter. Durandal initially wanted to struggle, but seeing the man's dejected expression, she couldn't bear it. In the end, she stopped, and in turn, hugged the man who called himself her Godfather.

It was a scene of fatherly love and filial piety.

[Damn, why don't you quit being a mine owner and go into acting?]

[Three years for Best Actor, five years for a Lifetime Achievement Award.]

The system prompt was stunned.

You were supposed to go to The Penguin to report her, but instead, you've almost convinced The Penguin to be your adopted daughter.

[Aren't you afraid The Penguin will realize what's happening someday and grab her halberd to send you to see Prime Minister Dong!]

In response, Russell merely rolled his eyes.

No, he wasn't from the Honkai world.

No matter how strong The Penguin was, could she cross worlds to hunt him down?

The Penguin, who was being hugged, clearly didn't know that her Godfather, who was like the tragic second male lead in a soap opera, had inner thoughts as active as a negro who had been whipped three times.

The girl being hugged looked up at her Godfather, and a few doubts began to surface in her mind.

Speaking of which, my Godfather takes such good care of himself, doesn't he? He looks so young, you'd think he was my age.

"...So, Godfather, did you come to see me for something?"

It seemed the Godfather wasn't here to settle accounts with the Bishop.

Then, what was the reason for his visit?

"When I passed through Changkong City, I encountered a few people who are quite closely related to you. I originally wanted to take them in myself, but thinking about your connection to her, I felt it would be better to leave it to you to handle."

The young man smiled faintly.

"Quite closely related?"

Durandal was a little surprised.

No matter how close the relationship, could it be closer than her aunt from the Saniyat family?

"Yes, after all, she's the girl who shares the same name as you."

The young man said with a smile.

"In addition—there are also two very troublesome individuals there. One is Cocolia, an Anti-Entropy cadre trying to create a Great Eruption there, and the other is Gray Serpent, a World Serpent cadre providing her with technology."

"I've said too much to you today, and you probably won't sleep well tonight. If you really can't sleep, go deal with them. Beating up evildoers can help relieve stress."

As he spoke, the young man's figure gradually faded.

Durandal was left alone, lost in a dream.

The next moment, she opened her eyes.

"Godfather, blood relatives, the Bishop's darkness, artificial Great Eruption..."

The girl murmured these words.

Just as Russell had said, she was now completely devoid of sleep.

Since she couldn't sleep, she wouldn't sleep.

The Penguin, who was the best in the world, suddenly grabbed at the air, and the next moment, a long spear appeared in her hand.

She didn't even change her clothes, striding out of the room in her pajamas.

"Lady Durandal, where are you going?"

The Valkyries on the road were stunned. They simply couldn't understand why the strongest in the branch was in such a hurry.

"Prepare a battleship to Changkong City for me... no, notify the organizations near Changkong City to meet me."

The girl's beautiful face was now etched with a hardness as unyielding as a diamond.

No matter what—

Criminals against humanity must be eliminated!!

Chapter Twenty-Six: All Trivial Matters

March 2014.

A small incident occurred at Schicksal.

For example, the deputy captain of Schicksal's Blade of Immortality apprehended a spy with furry characteristics who then went missing.

This left Vice-Captain Rita in an awkward position.

Meanwhile, a few minor incidents were occurring in Changkong City.

For instance, Cocolia, an executive of Anti-Entropy, and her ally Gray Serpent were sent flying by an anonymous individual, ending up as Cocolia sauce mixed with Gray Serpent sauce.

The Anti-Entropy factions, previously unified by Cocolia, descended into chaos, resembling the African region.

However, none of this had anything to do with Russell.

After all, these events were orchestrated by Luo Fengshi, the honorary father of Durandal, who was the distant cousin of Raikou Ryoma's grandnephew, Sixi Su.

It had nothing to do with Russell.

Russell sat in the hall, elegantly raising a glass of red wine and swirling it in the dim light.

Thanks to The Penguin, Raikou Ryoma had managed to get out of prison.

He had promised to provide Russell with some support, and once Cocolia was confirmed dead, Raikou Ryoma promptly paid up.

"Oh, my friend, you must have made quite a profit this time. Have you become an oil tycoon?"

Valmont poked Russell in the chat group.

"Hello, yes."

The young man, who had just returned from the Honkai world, now had a piece of cloth on his head, though no one knew when it had appeared.

Despite having an East Asian face and a Siberian background, the moment he proudly said "yes," the entire world seemed to transform into a desert bubbling with oil.

"Shouldn't we treat everyone in the group to a big meal?"

Huihui, still in Crimson Demon Village, chimed in.

Though she didn't know what had happened, treating everyone to a meal was definitely the right move.

"A big meal?"

Russell burst out laughing.

"Too small, too small-minded. Everyone gets a share."

Russell seemed to awaken his camel bloodline, instantly sending out red envelopes to every group member.

His current life was connected to all the group members.

Since he had become wealthy, he naturally wanted to help his friends.

He wasn't so ungrateful as to kick away those who had supported him into poverty once he'd found fortune.

Huihui received her red envelope and found a safe inside.

Opening the box, she discovered a pile of colorful papers.

Huihui's expression turned solemn. She picked up a banknote, held it high, and carefully examined the pattern on it.

The old man named Franklin on the paper was smiling at her.

—Although she didn't know who the old man on the banknote was, Huihui had always held a reverence for those depicted on currency that surpassed that for deities.

"Are these colorful papers currency from Miss Raiden's world?"

"Yes, it's a currency with quite strong purchasing power."

Valmont, still a wealthy man who hadn't gone bankrupt, explained the purchasing power of US dollars to the child from another world.

"However, for people in the magical Middle Ages, even if I say dollars are strong, you probably won't understand. It might be more practical to talk about it in terms of goods, so let's discuss the price of rice."

"The quoted price in America is maintained at 760 US dollars per ton; Uruguay's export price is 575 US dollars per ton; Vietnam's rice price is 460 US dollars per ton; and India's white rice quotation remains at the global low of 435 US dollars per ton."

"If you don't mind the taste of white rice, a single banknote in your hand could get you 450 jin of grain in Miss Raiden's world."

"Hiss—"

Huihui gasped, her whole body trembling.

For this impoverished girl, who sometimes couldn't even get solid food for three days, this price was simply outrageous!

She tried to lift the box, but as soon as she lifted it slightly, it fell back down due to her lack of strength, almost crushing her toes.

"I had it weighed. My red envelope is about 210 jin, and yours should be around the same amount… Good heavens, this price is enough to buy a luxury apartment in Manhattan."

Even Valmont, a member of the Mafia, couldn't help but click his tongue.

He had a whole new understanding of the profession of Prophet.

Damn it, this was like robbery!

No, it was faster than robbery!

"Speaking of which, will giving so much dividend to everyone affect you personally?"

Huihui, who had almost had her foot crushed by the box, suddenly noticed a blind spot.

"No problem, the share I kept for myself is twice the total amount of your red envelopes."

The young man said with an air of pride.

At the same time, he gradually began to understand why the prompt had been urging him to pursue Mei Raiden.

Raikou Ryoma's gold coin reserves were truly astonishing.

This was even with the fact that Anti-Entropy's mechs had all been dismantled by the invincible Penguin; otherwise, he might have been able to switch careers to a Zaku pilot starting today.

"Boss is awesome!!!"

Knowing that this wouldn't have a significant impact on Russell, Huihui immediately accepted the money with a clear conscience and shouted.

This is just how the world is.

A salary of 2,000 a month, and you're like "Boss, I'm your father." A salary of 10,000, and you're like, "The boss is slightly wrong, but I won't say anything." A salary of 50,000, and working 996 feels as natural as breathing. As for a suitcase full of US dollars...

"You should say 'invincible under the heavens'."

Russell corrected Huihui's incorrect statement.

"Yes, Boss is invincible under the heavens!!"

Huihui almost instantly transformed into a sycophant; if she had a tail, she probably would have been wagging it furiously.

For a boss who paid in dollars by the pound, even his farts would smell sweet. If he set his house on fire, she would still feel obligated to stand by and compliment how nice the flames looked, saying they warmed her heart.

Huihui knew this very well.

"But speaking of which, why are only the three of us talking?"

The girl who made magic tools in Crimson Demon Village noticed that the group chat was unusually quiet today.

"Hmm, due to a minor issue, I've asked Skadi to investigate the mansions in Victoria and Kashimir."

Russell made no attempt to hide his determination to die in comfort.

Who cared about what happened to this land?

He, Old Master Russell, only wanted to experience the depth of the swimming pool and the heat of the backyard barbecue.