Indecisiveness wasn't a disease, but when it struck, it could be fatal.
Without a doubt.
He was currently afflicted by it.
Fortunately, he had plenty of ideas regarding magecraft, but his laziness wouldn't allow his brain to keep thinking.
Therefore, he could solve the problem of summoning Servants by picking some workhorses.
Of course.
If the problem proved too difficult to solve, he could summon Merlin five hundred times in a row and brainwash them.
If five hundred weren't enough, then summon a thousand. If a thousand weren't enough, then summon ten thousand.
Before the last drop of blood drained from Streamer Merlin, Russell would never surrender to any academic challenge!
A surge of grand ambition rose in Russell's heart, followed by another thought.
Could he duplicate everyone he encountered in the future who was capable of solving problems?
"What was the principle behind Valhalla again?"
Russell asked his golden finger, his gaze blazing.
Heroic Spirits and heroes were not the same kind of existence, but their traits were infinitely close.
If he could mass-produce Servants—
Then wouldn't he be able to achieve financial freedom in life by exploiting the "Heroic Spirits" of every genius who passed by?
...You want to make a Valhalla yourself?
Those words.
Seemed to leave even the Prompt Device somewhat surprised.
"Take whatever I can get."
"I can't seriously go home with only two fruits, can I?"
In Russell's vision, Oort was still asleep, while the Demon Gods nearby were arguing over how to reclaim Kama at minimal cost.
Watching the Demon Gods discuss things so intensely, a subtle expression appeared on Russell's face.
He suddenly had a strange feeling.
—These guys sounded pretty damn righteous right now.
They were swallowing humiliation and preserving their strength against a great enemy.
They were also racking their