I Will Eventually Become a Capitalist Tycoon?

The nearly terrifying flood of messages practically burst out of the phone.

"Oh, God, who made that damned rule that king does not meet king?! This vile custom must be changed!!!"

"Vina should also try growing on her own."

"Oh, oh, oh, Your Majesty, please allow me to become one of your retainers!"

"I will lead my kin in serving you with all our might!!!"

In almost an instant.

The beast lords, who were arrogant as hell in the eyes of ordinary nobles and even kings, collectively let out fawning cries.

Gungnir.

They had no desire to experience that secret technique again—the one that made even the Blood Demon Grand Lord's legs tremble.

"Report your locations. I'll have the Shadow Legion pick you up."

Russell issued the notice and dispatched soldiers to collect the later performers.

After doing that.

Ya Zi turned to Yulandall and said,

"Besides, Rita has always wanted to keep a pet dog."

"Before the great battle, shouldn't we help our companion fulfill a little wish?"

Those words left Maid Miss slightly stunned.

She remembered.

That man had previously said he would give her a dog as a pet.

A cat.

It was the pet she had once asked Russell to buy—the kind Yulandall loved most.

With an adorable cat around, they would have plenty more things to talk about.

But—

She had never said that she liked puppies.

How did this guy know about her preferences?

He was the current Lord of the Black Crown.

What could you possibly hide from him?

At that.

Her Stigma let out a sigh.

Rita: "..."

The Black Crown.

Its shamelessness might not have surpassed the Memory Gem's, but it was absolutely equipment worthy of being called a scoundrel.

Combat Skill Replication, Emotion Scripting, Memory Infusion and Modification, Forced Embodiment,