Early in the morning, I left the house and, still untouched by the snow, went for a run, meeting the lingering glow of dawn. This kind of training no longer brought my body the desired effect. But I continued to faithfully run ten kilometers every day. It had become a habit, and I had no intention of changing it.
My endurance had already reached inhuman heights, and simple running was unlikely to have any effect on it. But I continued this daily exercise because it was perfect for training willpower and self-discipline.
I remember the day I first woke up in this cruel world, where strength is paramount, where strength decides whether you live or die. And I did everything I could to obtain this strength as quickly as possible. And now, compared to my former self, the present me is a true example of a perfect man.
"Status…"
[Name: Alex Reath
Race: Perfect Human
Age: 21
Strength: 130
Speed: 81
Dexterity: 80
Stamina: 157
Intelligence: 84
Wisdom: 106
Charisma: 32
Combat Proficiency: 27
Fencing Proficiency: 19
King's Wives: 5
Free Points: 0
Achievement Points: 0
Skills:
Passive: "Gambler's Mind", "Super Soldier"
Active: none
Achievements: "Batman's Apprentice", "Great Harem King", "Sage", "Sword Master"]
Life is possible... For a while. Okay, enough self-deception, I'm still too weak and I'm still in danger. What kind of danger, you ask? Everything at once! I'm not just anywhere, after all, I'm in a comic book universe, where psychos and villains thirsting for world domination are found at every turn.
I urgently need to become even stronger. I've become a super soldier, but that's not enough. I need a new plan. I need to think and decide how to proceed. I believe I should start by studying the planet's source of life.
It was not for nothing that I brought the Lazarus Pit from Nanda Parbat. Let our brilliant scientists study the healing water; perhaps they will be able to discover something new about it... I took a deep breath of fresh, frosty air and headed off to the company to carry out my duties.
I'm sure a ton of work has accumulated during my absence that requires my direct participation. Due to the League of Shadows' interference in my measured life, I immersed myself in training, so as not to lose face in front of an army of trained ninjas, and therefore put my work at the company on the back burner. And, in my absence, the management of Alritex Entertainment fell on the fragile shoulders of my beautiful secretary, Heather Brooks. I confess, I'm a little terrified to show up at work.
I'm afraid my wonderful assistant will unleash the full force of her wrath on me…
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"Here!" Heather threw a ton of waste paper on my desk. "Read it and sign. I'll bring the second part after lunch."
"Hm, is it really that bad? You see, I'm not fully awake yet…"
"It's already December. We have until the end of the year to close everything and compile the annual reports. I sincerely hope that you will take your work with full dedication."
"Heather, my dear, have I told you how beautiful you look today? You're like an angel, so unfairly deprived of her wings, whose beauty aroused the envy of the gods themselves."
"I'll be in my room..."
It's best not to argue with her now, lest she turn me to stone like Medusa. Before getting to work, I asked Ms. Brooks to summon Natalie Rushman, our CFO. I was terribly curious to see how she would react after everything that had happened.
I'm sure she was present during the kidnapping, but simply chose not to intervene. I can imagine the thoughts that must be racing through her head right now.
Nick Fury apparently ordered Black Widow to secretly follow my humble person and find out what I'm hiding and what my true motives are.
Natasha must have already assumed that I might already know that she's a secret agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and now the success of her mission can be questioned.
"Hello, Natasha," I greeted the girl. "Is last month's financial report ready?"
"Of course, I have everything ready," Miss Romanoff replied. Her voice didn't betray the slightest anxiety. Hmm, she didn't want to touch on a sensitive topic... Well, let's wait until the end of the workday.
We have time. I'd like to point out that despite the fact that she is a secret government agent, she's also an excellent financial analyst. Maybe she's even more of a financial analyst than a spy.
Forgive me Fury, but I'm not about to let such a valuable employee go. According to her report, our net profit last month was approximately $693 million. Most of that came from our partner, Wayne Enterprises: $555 million. Who would have thought that selling useless fidget spinners could be such a profitable endeavor? But considering that I own the patent for this toy, and the population of this planet is over 20 billion, this figure doesn't seem so incredible.
However, one thing should not be forgotten... This hobby is fleeting. I suspect that in a year or a year and a half, people will no longer remember fidget spinners. Wayne's book publishing company also transferred $21 million to our account for books that continue to confidently occupy the top spots on the international bestseller lists.
The games "Subway Surfers" and "Angry Bird" brought another $98 million to our modest coffers. We will soon release the sequel to "Angry Birds Seasons," as well as a new mobile game, "Fruit Ninja."
There's clearly no need to worry about potential profits from these two games. And I received another $19 million for the album "Mariage d'amour," which continues to storm the global classical music market.
The report reflected net profit. Taxes, which eat up the lion's share of the company's revenue, and other mandatory payments were not included in this report. Ms. Rushman did a good job, there's no denying it. So, taking into account the remaining cash and profit from last month, our coffers are now over $1.098 billion.
A billion! But let's not forget that Ra's al Ghul's treasury is hidden in my spatial vault. The Demon's Head is a remarkably prudent old man, I might add. He stocked up on bills from almost every country, and not in small amounts. There were Russian rubles, Japanese yen, South Korean won, euros, pounds, dirhams, and so on. Altogether, it came to over 800 million in various denominations and banknotes. I didn't include the American dollar, because the head of the League had an incredible amount of that currency. $600 million in cash… A huge sum. I decided that of the confiscated funds, I would use only the dollars, while I would keep the rest in the vault.
Having a variety of currencies on hand is never a bad thing. Who knows, maybe in the future, some mutant with the power of teleportation will accidentally send me to Honduras. Then, thanks to the million Lempira, I won't have to worry about a comfortable stay in this state
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