Chapter 19 (1/2)

Paul woke up with a throbbing headache. The first thing he saw was a line of red text in his vision.

[Welcome back, user! The system has been reprogrammed. It is now Vremya’s Entrepreneur System Alpha v0.1.0.]

What the hell? Paul sat up and looked around. He was lying on the ground in the middle of the dining room, and two people were staring at him with curious expressions. Eula swallowed the pickled radish in her mouth when she realized Paul was looking back at her. “Hello,” she said, nodding her head. She was about to say more, but the kitchen door opened, and Smith Jr. came out whilst holding two bowls of egg fried rice. He shot a glance at Paul, but neither of the men said anything. The faceless golem with the whip silently watching Paul from the corner of the room was enough of a deterrent for the former interdimensional mercenary.

“Enjoy your meal,” Smith Jr. said, placing the two bowls of food down. The scions of the royal family discarded their manners and dug into their bowls like ravenous beasts, shoveling mouthful after mouthful of rice into their stomachs. It made Smith Jr. happy to see that, not because he enjoyed their satisfaction but glad he wasn’t the only one who ate like a pig upon encountering such delicious food.

Paul scratched his head and tried to summon the system in his mind. The familiar interface was nowhere to be found. It was a totally new interface, one that looked more modern. Paul’s brow furrowed. He wasn’t sure why the term modern popped into his head, but it was definitely much sleeker than the previous design.

[Vremya’s Entrepreneur System Alpha v0.1.0]

[Current Host: Paul]

[Entrepreneurial Talent: A+]

[Entrepreneurial Techniques: Interdimensional Mercenary Fighting Techniques]

[Entrepreneurial Tools: Interdimensional Mercenary Sword]

[Entrepreneurial Evaluation: Apprentice]

Paul furrowed his brow. The weird code at the end of the system probably meant it was the very first time it was being deployed. It seemed like his previous god had lost, and he was transferred over to the winner. The winner must’ve disdained his abilities; otherwise, why would he have been given a system that didn’t even cover his strengths? Paul knew what an entrepreneur was. They were people who used money to make money. He had encountered some in the different worlds he traveled to as a mercenary. However, Paul wasn’t quite sure if he understood exactly what they had to do. The system graded him as an extraordinary talent even though he had never dabbled in the field. Judging by the techniques and tools he had, Paul roughly understood why the system had graded him as such. As a mercenary, Paul had to be adaptable to survive, he had to understand the key points with one judgment. His mercenary instincts told him the essence of entrepreneurship: if he needed money, take it through force! Even if his business was failing, as long as he could use his sword and fighting techniques to take money from other people, his business would stay afloat.

[New Mission: Start Your Business]

[Middle-aged entrepreneur, the path to becoming an immortal CEO has been laid before you. However, to become a successful businessman, one must come up with the appropriate business idea. Come up with a brilliant money-making strategy and register your business!]

[Reward: Vremya’s Business Techniques, one heaven-grade spirit stone]

Paul rubbed his chin. Unlike the previous system, this one didn’t have different options to choose from. The mission would be assigned to him automatically. The requirements were also pretty lax; he only had to register his business to complete the task. There also wasn’t a time limit. Was the task and mission so laid back because the god didn’t have any hopes for him? Well, that suited Paul just fine. The more freedom he had, the happier he’d be.

[Old man, do you even have any business techniques?]

[I have money, and with money, I can buy any business technique off the market I want. Hey! Take your tail off the broadcasting button.]