Will I Eventually Become a Capitalist? Chapter 33

Flesh Mutation

Max Capture: 1 person

Max Attack Range: 1 (m)

Designate a target, causing their body to mutate.

Forward Use: Grants a certain improvement to the body.

Increases height slightly, refines skin texture, makes hair fluffier and more lustrous, strengthens specific organs, accumulates fat in designated areas...

Reverse Use: Consider causing taste buds to grow in the large and small intestines of those who have offended you...

[Note: Reverse use consumes immense energy, is as difficult to remove as Mount Everest, and easily creates lifelong enemies. Please do not use it casually.]

I can't believe it.

You must be the god the Sea Clan worship!

What kind of birth is this.

Russell was so startled that his tail, which was coiled around his waist, slipped out!

As a buff, this skill is actually quite useless.

At best, it's a permanent charm buff.

But when it comes to debuffs, this ability instantly becomes something that shouldn't exist in this world...

Directly causing taste buds to grow inside someone's intestines, what's the difference between that and making someone eat... every day?!

[There is a difference. If you want to burn your body's Blood Essence, you can make the target's intestines and stomach full of taste buds. The surface area is much larger than the tongue...]

At this point, the prompt fell silent.

Causality Law. Thousand Years of Death can be slightly tidied up and disguised as a divine declaration.

If Russell can evolve this skill into an area-of-effect attack in the future, and wear Romanian noble attire from time to time, he might be mistaken for Vlad the Impaler.

But this skill is different.

Damn it, making taste buds grow in someone's intestinal tract...

"...Huihui, do you have anything else to say?"

Russell looked at the girl who had confidently guaranteed drawing a normal skill, his expression blank.

Huihui: "..."

She shrank her neck, feeling as if her boss had transformed into some terrifying dragon, about to stuff her, a weak little snack, into his mouth and chew.

Russell looked at the useless mage, sighed, and then looked at someone in the void with a look of heartbroken grief.

"Ah, System, is there something wrong with you? Why do these creepy things keep appearing."

Russell questioned the system in his mind.

That's right.

Why are there such strange skills in my card pool?

Even the prompt couldn't quite figure it out.

It didn't remember going to the underworld to wholesale skills!

Of course, even if it had wholesaled similar skills in the underworld, it couldn't admit it.

If this got out, how would it maintain its reputation!!

[It must have been Huihui! Her wish must have caused the card to mutate!!]

The prompt directly pointed the finger at Huihui.

[Yes, a strong wish distorted the card's inherent nature.]

The words stunned Russell.

Good heavens, Huihui's dream is to make her enemies' large intestines grow taste buds?

Even if that were possible, what about Naruto?

Is his dream to go around violently anally penetrating others or being anally penetrated?

The prompt also fell silent.

He couldn't keep making things up.

An eerie silence permeated the group chat.

Grand pronouncements before drawing cards.

Nonsensical ramblings while drawing cards.

Silence after drawing cards.

"Ahem, buddy, don't be too discouraged."

Valmont stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Although the ability seems a bit strange… cough cough, but, isn't it quite powerful?"

"It can make people grow taller, improve their skin, and even give women a good figure. If you told me this ability could make one's kidneys develop a second time, I'd believe you—"

At this point, he suddenly froze.

The man, who was usually indulging in a life of debauchery, clutched his own kidneys and then carefully examined the card again.

Strengthening a specific organ to a certain extent.

Strengthening his kidneys to an epic level?

A strange sense of excitement ignited within Valmont's heart.

While Russell looked on, bewildered, the man sneakily slipped a bank card and the talismans, which should have been given to Russell after their discussion, into Russell's pocket.

"Buddy… cough cough, we've known each other for so long, cough cough, and I've never asked you for anything."

The Mafia boss wore a fawning expression.

Are you there?

Help me strengthen my kidneys.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Black Snake: I've Seen Everything, But I've Never Seen This

As it turned out.

There are no useless skills in this world, only useless users.

Russell, holding the bank card given by Valmont, felt that rich people's money was surprisingly easy to earn.

Aphrodisiacs and beauty treatments.

The two most common scams in human history.

Yet, countless men and women always rush towards these two pitfalls.

Even if they knew it was likely a trap ahead, they still charged forward without hesitation.

After all, what man could refuse an increase in muscle mass?

"I feel like I could earn at least a hundred million US dollars just by seeing patients in Washington once."

Russell suddenly felt that managing the entire mine and pharmaceutical factories was rather boring.

It wasn't as profitable as health supplements.

[Can you have some ambition?]

The prompt felt utterly speechless.

Russell, who had finally mustered a little ambition, had killed the Black Snake… although the method wasn't exactly honorable, he had indeed killed a certain unlucky fellow.

According to the original plan, he should have prepared to use Meyer Economics to eliminate the two leaders of Ursus's Third Army Group, then leverage his noble status to seize the inheritances of those two unlucky individuals and the Black Snake, becoming one of Ursus's northern magnates.

However, judging by Russell's current expression, he was completely captivated by the consultation fee Valmont had paid.

[…You're not planning to abandon your original plan and just open urology and plastic surgery clinics in various worlds, are you?]

"How is that possible? The Black Snake still needs to be interrogated, and the Grand Duke of Baikal must be stabbed thirteen times and commit suicide, otherwise, my debts will never be paid off."

Russell shook his head, expounding on Meyer Economics.

Paired with his cold eyes, which seemed devoid of any warmth, he perfectly fit the public's image of an elite noble.

—Cold-blooded, cruel, intelligent, and unsmiling.

"But being a northern magnate doesn't stop me from opening private clubs in Victoria and helping all sorts of cat-eared girls solve some developmental issues."

Russell communicated this to the prompt.

The illusion of the cold-blooded noble instantly shattered.

Then, as if remembering something, a look of annoyance appeared on his face.

"No, I can't just associate with cat-eared girls because I like cats."

"I should bestow this divine power that Heaven has given me upon the girls of every race, not just be friends with cat-eared girls."

The prompt, dumbfounded.jpg

[Maybe you should just stay in debt again. It feels like you've gotten a bit carried away since you discovered you could solve your debts]

The prompt sighed softly.

"Will I be short of money?"

Russell burst into laughter, like Dong Zhuo entering the capital, or like Sun Jian obtaining the Imperial Seal, Yuan Shu, or Wang Mang ascending the throne as emperor.

"What a joke. I have Ursus mines stretching for hundreds of miles, Originium pharmaceutical factories operating twenty-four hours a day, external funding from Raikou Ryoma Sniper and Valmont, and the inheritances of the Black Snake and the Grand Duke of Baikal to claim internally. How could I possibly be short of money?"

[Popping champagne at halftime is not a good omen]

"If the outcome is already certain, then why not start popping champagne at halftime?"

Russell walked out of his residence and took out a dagger.

The dagger looked ordinary, but when Russell pressed the milky white circular button embedded in it, black energy spread out, like a winding snake.

It was Koschei, who was being restrained by Russell and the Reunion Movement.

However, perhaps because the damage from Pseudo-Gungnir was too severe, the black mist also felt listless.

"Koschei."

"What do you think of your new home?"

The young man grinned in front of the mist snake, looking as obnoxious as possible.

"..."

Koschei didn't speak. It truly didn't want to talk to Russell at all.

These guys clearly had one of the noblest bloodlines in Yan Country and were nobles in Ursus. But not only did they not side with their group of landlords and nobles, they had actually learned Originium Arts that were disgustingly evil to the heavens.

It was shameful to be associated with such a person.

[Hey, hey, Koschei doesn't seem to want to pay you any mind.]

"We're already partners, don't be so distant."

Russell tried to stroke the big snake's head to comfort it.

But, the moment he reached out his hand, the mist completely dispersed.

The smile on Russell's face gradually disappeared, and the kunai in his pocket began to twitch.

The black snake's pupils trembled violently.

It was too familiar with that scene. This guy had used Patriot's cover and these kunai to blast it out of the sky back then.

"Lord Russell, are you truly worthy of your bloodline with actions like these?"

It finally spoke.

"Bloodline? No, what noble family in Yan Country doesn't have some noble bloodline!"