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Leonard immediately felt a surge of pride and ambition.
"Uh... um?... oh!" Sheldon didn't care about the business empire. He sat in his seat and began studying the civilian technology blueprints that Ian had shown him.
As a highly gifted theoretical physicist, he has a wide range of interests.
"This resolution...is more than three times higher than the current flagship model! And this operating system architecture allows for a much better integration with my game console!"
Ok.
He was clearly thinking about something off-topic.
but.
I finally understood all the blueprints.
"I didn't expect you to actually have something good." Leonard listened to Sheldon's detailed explanation and completely understood. He was genuinely amazed by Ian's blueprints.
"Of course."
Ian gave a crooked smile.
I'm so happy!
Sheldon then offered serious advice: "They're all good stuff, but I suggest you build a factory in Asia. Producing these things in the US is very expensive."
This is indeed a very valuable suggestion.
however.
"I said it! I will make America great again!"
Ian immediately rejected the idea.
He didn't want to disturb the peace of Asia.
"Actually, I can sell it at a loss."
Ian certainly didn't care about the cost, and his main goal wasn't to make money.
Leonard and Sheldon were taken aback.
"So how do you make money?"
Leonard asked, puzzled, not thinking Ian was a philanthropist.
"You want to capture the market first? That's certainly a good choice." When Sheldon isn't acting crazy, he can actually offer some insightful opinions on many things.
“It’s not just about capturing the market. I can still make a profit even if I sell at a loss. For example, with televisions, you have to watch them for five minutes after turning them on. Of course, you can also choose to praise Ian for thirty seconds.”
Ian pulled out all the stops and revealed his grand vision: "It's the same with new energy vehicles. They need to show me tons of ads for features like ventilated seats and heated air conditioners, and then they'll be cursing me for not putting ads on the brakes too. My only advice to them is to let them praise Ian for thirty seconds."
"A minute of praise is worth half an hour of advertising; this is the most cost-effective choice."
This is Ian's astonishing, open scheme to gather magical power. He doesn't care how much money he makes; he has already learned from Bruce Wayne how to convert his financial power into substantial combat strength.
Why not go to Asia, the world's factory?
This tactic would be labeled a cult in Asia.
The Americas are different.
Cults are everywhere here, and Ian's actions are far more normal than those of real cults.
"!!!!????"
"!!!!!!!!!???"
Upon hearing Ian's business empire plan, both Leonard and Sheldon fell silent. They believed that Ian no longer wanted to make money, and that perhaps this guy just wanted to torment the people of America.
"Is this... legal? I mean, won't I really end up in jail?" Leonard's eyes widened, his face flushed red as he hesitated, wanting to say something but unable to.
“In America? Of course it’s legal.” Ian patted him on the shoulder and uttered a resounding, enlightening statement. “We can even apply for religious tax exemption.”
As soon as these words came out.
The entire room fell silent once again.
Ian was very satisfied with this.
obviously.
Leonard and Sheldon had truly witnessed his extraordinary wisdom. Looking at the time, Ian knew he had achieved his goal and it was time to move on to the next matter.
Help the Dream God find the Dream God's sandbag.
And before that.
He needs to find the delinquent girl first and retrieve his navigation map.
……
at the same time.
Inside an abandoned factory.
Bound and terrified, Madison watched as the minotaur entered the dimly lit room.
"Shh~"
The minotaur, whose body was pieced together from an unsuitable form, raised a hand that it had torn from a corpse and made a gesture to the witch bound in a magic circle, as if to speak privately to her.
The bull is untying Madison.
They were very careful and cautious.
He keeps looking back.
It seemed to be wary of being discovered by something.
[P.S.: Readers advised me to write 16000 words a day for six consecutive days to avoid breaking my promise, and I think they have a point. It's the end of the month, please vote with your monthly tickets.]
Chapter 137 The Glory of the Cross! King of Hell
The air in the abandoned factory was filled with the smell of rust and rotting flesh.
Madison's brain felt like it was filled with lead, so heavy she couldn't lift her head. Her eyelids felt incredibly heavy, and each struggle to open them felt like trying to lift a mountain.
Even if you force yourself to open your eyes.
Madison could feel a crimson glow before his eyes.
This was certainly not blood red in a figurative sense—her forehead was indeed broken, and warm blood flowed down her brow bone, blurring her vision in her right eye.
"Damn it! What's wrong with me?"
Madison's groggy mind made it impossible for her to remember anything. She blinked, trying to shake off the sticky liquid, but it only made the discomfort in her eyes worse.
The damp, musty smell mixed with the stench of blood filled my nostrils.
This caused the fourteen-year-old girl's stomach to convulse.
"I'm a minor Hollywood child star. I can make movies and TV series. As for Category III films, maybe I'll consider that when I'm old and frail, having lost my looks and living on the streets due to drug abuse... Please, don't cut off my kidneys!" Madison shouted hoarsely, driven by her survival instincts.
No one responded.
The only answer she received was the crackling of the burning candle.
Twelve black candles formed a perfect circle, and she was bound to a stone platform at the center of the circle. Magical patterns were displayed on the ground around her, as if these patterns were preliminary runes for some kind of ritual.
Madison's drowsy state was related to this; despite the absence of anyone around her, a cacophony of noises kept creeping into her mind.
Her temples throbbed.
Each heartbeat felt like someone was hammering her skull.
"Well"
"anyone there?"
A cold, hard sensation came from my back.
"I have to save myself!" Madison finally managed to open his eyes and found himself tied to a rough stone platform, his wrists and ankles aching from the water-soaked hemp rope.
Dim light shone down from above, casting distorted shadows on the concrete ground. She couldn't even remember that she was a witch; her mind was as if shrouded in a thick fog.
The only thing that kept her going was the conviction that she hadn't become a big star yet and shouldn't die in a place like this. However, due to her weak and powerless body, she couldn't cut the ropes with her nail polish.
"Although I can't remember which movie it was, there must be a movie where this works..." Madison's sources of common sense are indeed mostly movies and TV shows.
She was puzzled.
And right now.
"Da~da~da~"
The sound of footsteps came.
Heavy, slow, with a kind of inhuman rhythm. Madison's breath caught in his throat, his pupils dilating to their limit in the dim light, until a huge silhouette emerged from the shadows.
Bull head.
personal.
The nearly three-meter-tall body cast a distorted shadow under the dim light.
But something still feels off.
The minotaur's body looked like it had been clumsily pieced together; his left arm was thicker than his right, his skin was of varying shades, and the black lines at the seams resembled a grotesque centipede.
The most bizarre thing was the head—it looked like the head of a white-legged bison.
However, it had bronze horns, amber eyes, and a sulfurous odor emanating from its nostrils—a stark contrast to the human corpse pieced together below.
"Don't come any closer!" Madison, who was tied up, looked terrified. She struggled frantically, her wrists and ankles bleeding from the rough hemp rope.
Madison let out a broken scream.
The Minotaur demon quickly raised a finger and pressed it against its hideous mouth.
"Shh-"
It made a shushing gesture.
The voice, low and cautious like muffled thunder from the ground, was deliberately kept very soft: "Little witch who has been taken home by God Ian, you must not make a sound now."
While talking.