Will I Eventually Become a Capitalist? Chapter 41

"Because I was greedy for the mission posted in the chat group, I kissed a bug. It wasn't a big deal originally, just getting beaten up."

"But then, I don't know where some Schicksal freak showed up and insisted on taking me to Vienna to be locked up."

Russell patted his chest, as if he had just escaped from certain death.

"Fortunately, I didn't leave all of my Shadowkhan Army in the mine. I kept a few to pull me through the shadow passage and escape. If I hadn't been able to escape and was forced to unleash Causality Law, my lifelong reputation would have been ruined."

In just a few sentences, the amount of information was surprisingly astonishing.

Does the chat group have a mission posting function?

And—

Why was the mission to kiss a bug, and how could kissing a bug get someone caught? You actually kissed a girl, didn't you!!!

Besides, haven't you only been in the Honkai world for less than three days?

Why would someone want to arrest you and take you to Vienna the first time they saw you?

"Buddy, is it just me, or are we using the same chat group, but your life is so... colorful."

Valmont exclaimed.

It was a loss for them to let Russell join for free.

Russell should have paid.

"Probably because the boss is the Prophet. The Prophet profession has always been very troublesome."

Huihui offered an explanation based on her stereotype of Prophets.

"...Mr. Russell, if any strange organizations invite you... I think it's better to refuse."

Miss Mei couldn't help but suspect that Russell had joined two chat groups, and the second one might be some kind of pan-dimensional pervert chat group.

Everyone in the group discussed it intensely.

They all suspected that Russell might have joined a not-so-proper chat group, and then they started chatting about this and that, and then the conversation died down.

—There were actually only six people in this group.

Naruto was busy working at a construction site and couldn't log in, while Skadi was online all day, but her hobby was lurking rather than speaking.

Remove those two, and there were only four people left in the group.

It was quite normal for conversations to die out.

If only there were a few more group members.

Russell sighed. The conversation died out so quickly, it was really a bit boring.

If only there were more features like group invitations.

Then, he could invite Talulah, Frostnova, and Durandal... Never mind, let's forget that. Just pulling in Black Snake is good enough.

[Wouldn't that just become your company's WeChat group?]

The prompt sarcastically commented.

"Ah, is that not good?"

Russell peeked and saw that Kiana and Rita had left, so he blurted it out.

[That's true]

The prompt felt like that might actually be quite good.

[Right, remember to remind your buddies later not to be fooled by new group members]

Ah...

Fooled by new group members.

[Mobius's Memory Body, hmm, someone trying to make a comeback. Their research level is very high. If you're confident, maybe you can try to make her your research slave?]

[That guy's biological science level is quite astonishing]

As if responding to the prompt's call, new voices suddenly emerged from the chat group.

"Ding—, Miss Green Snake Spirit has joined the chat group."

Huh?

Just as they were warned to be careful of new group members, one arrived.

Russell was shocked.

That voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly reviving the chat group that had already completely died.

"Welcome, newcomer! Newcomers, remember to send red envelopes!"

"Welcome, newcomer! Buddy, want to join our Mafia?"

"Welcome, newcomer."

"Welcome, newcomer. If you encounter any difficulties, you can communicate with us, and we will help as much as possible."

A series of messages appeared in Russell's vision.

At the same time, she also appeared in the core of World Serpent—the Elysian Realm.

The beauty, resembling a snake, looked at the data that had suddenly appeared, a look of great interest on her face.

The so-called Elysian Realm was a world of memories, woven from the memories of thirteen Flame-Chasers, where the Flame-Chasers existed as Memory Bodies.

World Serpent executives were often sent here to receive inheritances known as "Imprints."

And here, there would obviously be a Memory Body of Mobius as well.

Of course—

Mobius didn't consider herself just a Memory Body.

The beauty with long, beautiful green hair continuously flipped through the chat logs, her smile growing stronger with each one she read.

"Oh, is this a gathering of people from different parallel worlds?"

"Interesting."

She muttered to herself.

Although she considered herself a Mobius who surpassed Mobius.

She did have one problem.

That was—

She currently had no body.

For a scientist who saw evolution as the meaning of life, not even having a body to conduct experiments on was undoubtedly humiliating.

She needed a body to carry all her Imprints, and then allow herself to complete the transfer of consciousness—that is, rebirth.

To achieve this goal, it was clearly necessary for someone capable of carrying the Infinite Imprints to enter the Elysian Realm.

This was very difficult.

Because, the visitors to the Elysian Realm were not many.

And now, quite a few members had appeared before her, possibly with rather special identities.

Perhaps among them were those who could carry her Imprints.

Let her think—

How should she introduce herself to make others feel friendly?

The snake-like beauty recalled the tone of a certain plump woman in pink and prepared to speak.

"Hi~, are you friends from another world? Have you encountered anything happy recently—"

"This one is a consciousness. She's lusting after everyone's bodies. Don't play with her, everyone."

Just as Miss Mobius was halfway through her sentence, another declaration was broadcast.

It felt quite childish.

It reminded her of a certain vampire who was completely crushed by her own son.

However, it was precisely that childish remark that made Mobius's expression freeze instantly.

Who the hell are you!!

Chapter Forty-Eight: Target, Capture the Second Snake!

"Elysia?!"

Almost instinctively, the researcher still in the Elysian Realm gritted her teeth and spat out the name.

Elysia.

The second seat among the Flame Chasers.

And the one most enthusiastic about causing trouble for Mobius.

Whether it was when everyone was still alive, or after only Memory Bodies remained.

That naturally optimistic and kind girl's favorite thing to do was to act young and help others.

Using the tone of a child reporting someone...

It was indeed something that person would do.

Ah...

Me, Elysia?

Russell was stunned when he heard that.

How is that like me?

[If you only look at the ending, it's quite similar]

[The Son of God's ending was being nailed to the cross, and the Capitalist's ending was being hanged on a lamppost. Well, both died in mid-air.]

The hint provided the commonality between the two.

Russell's expression turned slightly dark.

"What a guy, cursing himself to be hanged.

"That's absolutely impossible. I practice every day, having the Shadow Clone Army send me away as quickly as possible."

Russell sneered.

[What if the Shadow Clone Army also rebels?]

"Then I'll turn you in. It was all your command!"

Russell said with conviction.

He then directly shut off the prompt that was about to spew insults, turning his gaze to the chat group's screen.

After some thought, he decided to first speak in Elysia's tone.

"Eeehee, were you calling me? My dear Mobius~, I didn't expect to meet you here of all places. We really are fated, aren't we—?"

Amidst the shocked expressions of the other group members, the young man made his cute declaration.

Russell.

Who was he?

A capitalist with zero integrity.

A man whose appearance perfectly fit most people's stereotype of a cold-blooded noble.

And now Russell was acting like this.

Huihui pinched her thigh hard, Mei squeezed her own face, and Valmont kicked Zhou's butt, making the guy let out a scream.

"Boss, what are you doing?"

The leader of the three idiots, Zhou, turned back to look at his boss, squawking.

"Nothing, I just suspect I'm dreaming..."