[The rich young lady is about to get depressed.
Shouldn’t you go comfort her?]
The detector’s prompt appeared in Russell’s vision.
Seriously, do you do anything other than encouraging your host to hit on rich girls?
[No, if we ran into a rich loli or a rich milf, I’d encourage you then too.]
The detector was remarkably honest.
[My purpose is to provide the host with opportunities to get rich.
Based on my data collection from the internet of various worlds, the method of getting rich that you humans find most satisfying is to latch onto a rich young lady, a rich milf, or a rich loli.]
[Therefore, it would be strange if I didn’t encourage you to go after a rich young lady!]
There was no refuting that.
Russell was stunned.
He couldn’t find any reason to argue.
“But as it stands, what Raiden Mei needs isn’t comfort, but a solution to her current situation,” Russell said with a shrug.
“Right now, none of our group members are really up to the task.
Maybe we could pull off a surprise attack and take out Cocolia?
But what if there are casualties?
Wouldn’t that be tragic?”
“In my opinion, the best tactic right now is to play dead.”
“Cocolia has lost her best test subject.
The time it would take for her to search for Raiden Mei, realize she’s truly gone, and then select a new test subject will certainly take a while.”
“The best way to deal with her is to pretend she doesn’t exist.
During this time, we can increase the combat effectiveness of the group members, and then go back and twist that old hag’s head off later.”
Russell’s thinking was crystal clear.
[I get the feeling you’re not going all out at all.]
The detector expressed its suspicion of Russell.
“What are you thinking?
I’m just a poor, down-on-my-luck mine owner.
How could I possibly have the power to take down a warlord?” Russell shrugged, preparing to continue playing dead and let Kiana take care of him, the useless member of society.
[Ding— Issuing quest: The Shadow of Chiba City.
Please defeat the radical faction of Anti-Entropy and liberate Chiba City within three days.]
[Upon completion, you will automatically receive: Oripathy Inhibitor Factory x1]
Holy crap!
Russell leaped to his feet in an instant.
An Oripathy inhibitor factory.
Oripathy was a terminal illness, difficult to cure.
Only a few top-tier medical organizations could suppress it to a certain extent.
The famous Rhodes Island was known for using its exclusive Oripathy suppression techniques to trick a bunch of people onto the island to work themselves to death.
If he could get a factory that could produce Oripathy inhibitors, he would absolutely make a killing!
“Ahem, you know, I think it’s better for people like Cocolia to die and reincarnate sooner rather than later.” Looking at the abruptly issued quest, the young man had an expression that screamed, “Restoring the glory of Anti-Entropy is our generation’s solemn duty!”
[Give me a break.]
“My sense of justice just took a little while to kick in,” Russell coughed and quickly logged into the chat group.
“I’m thinking, maybe we should just get rid of that Cocolia woman.”
Get rid of Cocolia, just like that?
The happy orca was impressed but confused.
She didn’t understand the situation in the Honkai world; after all, she hadn’t even asked about her own “script.” But from Raiden Mei and Russell’s reactions, Cocolia must be a figure with a huge connection to the place called Chiba City.
And she was most likely Raiden Mei’s enemy.
She wanted to understand the situation a little better.
But for a moment, she didn’t know how to ask—almost everyone she had been close to had been hunted down and killed by the Seaborn.
To protect her friends, and to protect her own heart, Skadi had given up on socializing.
Having given it up for so long, it was difficult to pick it back up again.
She didn’t express excessive concern, just silently watched the screen.
But those words landed in Raiden Mei’s ears with the force of a magnitude eight earthquake.
Russell…
can save all of Chiba City?
The Cross-Dimensional Face-to-Face Group was a very new chat group.
In truth, none of the members knew each other particularly well—because they hadn’t known each other for long.
In this short time, if one were to ask who had left the deepest impression on Raiden Mei, it would undoubtedly be Russell.
Although the man looked poor and down-on-his-luck, he always managed to do something astonishing.
Just as Megumin had said, Russell exuded the aura of a developing final boss.
Combined with his status as a prophet, it was hard not to think that behind his smiling face hid a terrifying, deadly trump card.
For such a person to say he wanted to kill someone…
The young woman’s heart pounded violently.
“Mr.
Russell, do you have a way to defeat Cocolia?” she asked hastily.
As she asked, she also felt a little ashamed.
So far, it seemed she had only ever asked Russell for help, without being able to offer any corresponding assistance.
She didn’t even know how to repay him.
“No.
I think I’d have to use my forbidden skill just to have a stable chance against Talulah, let alone Cocolia.
You know, the one who’s on par with that S-rank floor tile who fancies herself a captain that can fight anyone to a 50/50 standstill, the Herrscher of Lechery.”
The young man’s words stunned Raiden Mei once again.
“Cocolia has a number of Anti-Entropy leader clones and Titan mechs.
If it were a one-on-one fight, it’d be fine.
I could rely on my forbidden skill and the element of surprise to take out a few waves.
But I don’t think Cocolia is idiotic enough to send her subordinates in one by one to die.”
Thinking of this, Russell couldn’t help but sigh with some emotion.
Causality Law: One Thousand Years of Death was still terrifying.
But it was clearly a single-target skill, not crowd control, and certainly not a conceptual skill that could inflict anal pain on machines.
“I do not have the power to defeat the radical faction of Anti-Entropy,” the young man stated.
“Of course, that’s just me.”
to forcibly stop this disaster?” Raiden Mei seemed to understand something.
Russell was a prophet.
The profession of a prophet was undoubtedly a noble one.
Few could resist being manipulated by a prophet, because a prophet could always easily stir up their opponent’s desires and obsessions.
Before a prophet, be it a monarch of the night or a bishop in robes, as long as they had something they wanted, they would become a piece on the chessboard.
But—wielding the power of darkness would undoubtedly result in a backlash.
“Hmm, if I set off for Vienna now and stage a performance of ‘The Death of the Holy Maiden,’ it would be easy to bait the master of Schicksal.
If he’s willing to act, he could certainly take care of Cocolia.”
“Of course, the price would be a bit high.
After all, that old bastard is an extreme control freak,” Russell nodded and typed his reply.
“Therefore—”
“I will absolutely not go begging Otto, that guy who would turn evil and kill his own pen pal just for a disagreement.”
Ah…
even the detector was a little stunned by that.
[Didn’t you just talk about using a wolf to devour a tiger?
At this point in time, the only ones who can reliably crush the radical faction of Anti-Entropy are under Otto’s command.]
In response, Russell rolled his eyes, checked for flights to Vienna, and then clenched the Sheep Talisman.
“Is there a possibility, I’m just saying, a possibility?”
“That we could bypass Otto and report Cocolia’s actions directly to Dudu?” the young man said righteously.
Bianka “Dudu” Ataegina.
The S-rank Valkyrie who commands Schicksal’s strongest unit, the Immortal Blades.
A person whose sense of justice was maxed out.
By the time she reached adulthood, her strength was enough to reliably beat down Herrschers.
Right now, that big goose was not yet an adult.
But that wouldn’t stop her from hearing about Cocolia’s dirty deeds, spearing that old hag, and giving her a taste of her own brand of justice.
Even the detector was at a loss for words.
The hell.
So the plan was just to report her in a dream?!!
[Seriously, your group members all think you’re a final boss!
Can you please do something that matches your image?]
“Why do you care so much?” Russell was momentarily stunned, then retorted.
“Just tell me, will it work or not?”
The detector was speechless.
“All I have to do is report her and then watch Cocolia get beaten up, and I get a factory for it.
Ah, this accursed good fortune of mine.”
The young man was gloating.
Looking like, no, exactly like a smug little man who’d just gotten his way.
—o—