Is Something Wrong with Running a Shady Mine in Terra? / What the Hell, Why Is There a Meme Movement?

As if possessed by Big-Eared Bei Bei, he raised his voice and shouted.

"Please teach me, sir!"

Was Something Wrong with Starting a Ruthless Mine in Terra?

"During his prime, the Holy Lord was an incredibly powerful demon. But now, his divine power has been split into talismans. These days, he's just a statue that can spit a little fire."

"So why not simply send his statue somewhere that has absolutely no connection to Hell?"

That was what Russell said.

Valmont's eyes lit up at once.

That was right.

What made that old dragon such a headache was that even after being blown up, he could return from Hell. Then he would use his intelligence to seize all kinds of magical artifacts and take revenge.

In that case, why not just sink him at the bottom of the sea in another world?

That way, he could finally get rid of that old dragon, seek out other supernatural powers, and keep robbing banks!!

Valmont was practically excited enough to scream!

"Oh, my friend, I love you to death."

"Once I deal with that old dragon, I'll take you to Manhattan to look at houses."

Valmont bid Russell farewell, then hurriedly logged off.

My friend, you really are a little genius. Since the Holy Lord will make a comeback whenever he encounters Hell, then just make sure he never comes into contact with Hell for the rest of his life.

Valmont's favorability toward you has increased. As long as you pay enough, you can have this guy help you collect the full set of Shadowkhan masks.

Those are laborers from nine tribes. They can work twenty-four hours a day without watermelons or juice.

The Prompt Device was still chattering away.

Russell found it quite tempting.

But when he felt around in his wallet, it was thin beyond belief.

No money.

Valmont was the kind of guy who would stab the Holy Lord twice for money. Trying to talk business with him while setting money aside might get his kidneys taken.

Of course, he could look for them himself.

But before that, he still had other matters to settle.

For example—

Setting up his own mining company!

He was still buried in debt. If he did not hurry up and mine something to pay it off, he would be sent to St. John's Fort to play happy ball with rich women!

Without any hesitation, Russell sent employment requests to every remaining member of the group.

"Everyone, I've established a mining company. Would any of you be interested in investing?"

"???"

Naruto Uzumaki scratched his head.

His thoughts were still stuck on Russell and Valmont colluding together to scheme against the Holy Lord.

In an instant, they had gone from secretly screwing over a demon to establishing a mining company...

To be honest, Naruto's CPU could not quite keep up.

"Our worldviews are different. Who would understand what you're talking about?"

Huihui was a little annoyed as well.

Setting aside gods, demons, and magic, her world was still a simple medieval society. There was no such thing as investing in shares.

"I don't know much about running a company."

Miss Orca sat in the mercenary hall, watching the group member who seemed to be recruiting people, her expression somewhat troubled.

She was very interested in Russell.

Not in a romantic sense. It was mainly because Russell's avatar showed someone hanging himself, with St. John's Fort in the background.

St. John's Fort was the capital of the Ursus Empire.

Russell clearly had a considerable connection to Ursus.

Although Ursus was separated from Miss Orca's homeland—Aegir—by a vast distance, meeting someone from the same world in a special place like a chat group, where the members were basically all from different worlds, was still something worth celebrating.

If possible, she really wanted to give Russell a hand.

After all, they could be considered half-fellow countrymen.

But when it came to business, she was truly proficient in six of the seven orifices—utterly clueless about the remaining one. She simply could not help.

"Mr. Russell is... starting a company?"

The only one who could keep up was The Cook. She had received a standard young lady's education and understood all kinds of business activities very well.

"Yes. Due to various reasons, my assets suffered a round of demolition. I now need to reorganize them, turn them into quality assets, and develop them."

"If possible, I'd like to trade information for some support from everyone. Technical support or material support would both be fine."

It was a remarkably frank statement, with clear objectives and interests.

"Of course! As long as Brother Russell is willing to tell me Sasuke's whereabouts!"

In Konoha, Naruto Uzumaki patted his chest and agreed immediately.

Even without the information, he would actually have been happy to help.

Not to mention that he would receive news about Sasuke.

This youth, who had never experienced the Hell of construction work, wore a bright smile like Kennedy in a convertible.

"As for me, I'd like to know some things about my father."

The Cook could not escape the temptation of the Script either and chose to join.

She had no interest in her own future, but she missed her father very much and wanted to know how he was doing now.

"If you need me, just call for me. As for payment... there's no need to be so formal..."

"But remember, don't get too close to me."

Skadi gave her answer.

She walked alone across this land, but it was not because she was born to like solitude.

It was simply that her presence seemed to always bring disaster to those around her. At present, only people she had met through the chat group remained unaffected because they were simply too far away.

She valued the people in this group highly.

Skadi, what a good woman!!

Russell's eyes instantly filled with tears.

She wanted to help her friends, so she helped them, rather than expecting anything in return.

In sharp contrast to Skadi was Huihui.

"Um~, I don't want information. I want lots and lots of food—no, I want a stable position."

Huihui's answer was clearly different from those of the other group members.

She had no interest in information or anything like that.

Her village had quite excellent fortune-tellers. If she really wanted to know the future, she could go ask them.

For her, having food to eat was far more important than some ridiculous information.

But perhaps remembering certain experiences, she hurriedly added another condition.

"We need to sign a labor contract. You're not allowed to kick people out of the team whenever you want."

After doing that, she nervously stared at Valmont's avatar, afraid that the collector of crouching dragons and fledgling phoenixes would suddenly log on and bitterly recount his miserable employment experience to Russell.

"..."

A polite yet awkward expression flashed across Russell's face.

Ah...

Did he really need to recruit this person?

Signing a contract with this deadweight felt like it would be a loss...

Now that he had the Dragon Talisman, he did not seem to need this one-time cluster bomb either.

Please do not hesitate. She can be used as a one-time nuclear warhead. You should know that she is an expert in demolition. With the Dragon Talisman, her output efficiency is far higher than yours!

Besides, if you go work construction, who will take care of the beast-eared girls at the club?

Russell was filled with solemn respect.

One word from the system was like clouds parting to reveal the sun. His confusion was instantly cleared.

He absolutely had to recruit Huihui!!

"Of course we can sign a contract. You can sign for however long you want."

Russell's words made a certain Crimson Mage's eyes shine brightly.

A long-term meal ticket delivered right to her door!

Then she would not hold back!!

Looking at the contract delivered through a red packet, she saw nine-to-five hours, weekends off, food and lodging included, and even the option to bring three family members along for free food and drink.

Holy shit!!

There was actually such a generous job?!!

Without the slightest hesitation, Huihui signed for one hundred years, then quickly sent it back to Russell.

After doing all that, she put her hands on her hips, practically wanting to throw back her head and laugh at the sky.

She was numb.

She had won so hard!!

Looking at the contract Huihui had sent over, Russell also wore the expression of Qin Shi Huang touching an electric wire—he had won so hard.

On that contract, the salary field read: 3–8000.

Yes, three to eight thousand.

Damn It, Why Was There a Zhenghuo Movement?

Russell's residence was in Ursus Holy Steed Castle.

But his assets were north of Chernobog City.

Compared with the farther north, the temperature where Russell's assets were located was not too bad, only minus five to minus fifteen degrees Celsius.

Russell used the talisman to light the fireplace.

Strictly speaking, this temperature was not unbearable for him, but guests would be arriving today, so there was no need to save that little bit of firewood money.

After all, the opening ceremony could not be too shabby.

Come to think of it, did Naruto's Shadow Clone Jutsu need padded coats?

Hopefully not.

Otherwise, he would have to spend money to buy them...

Russell muttered to himself as he calculated the recent prices of padded coats.

If he really had to buy them, he hoped Megumin could purchase them on his behalf—padded coats were cheaper in modern society, and perhaps he could even buy them on credit.