Capítulo 5: Chapter 5: Drawing Rare Cards
In the evening, Warren sat alone in his room, looking at the gold in his hand, which seemed to turn to ashes as if it had been snapped away by Thanos.
The system's coin balance kept increasing until it stopped at 113.
Recharging 100 grams of gold would give him one coin, and he needed 100 coins for a single draw of a rare card.
"Come on, let's draw a rare card!"
The second of the four gray cards in the system lit up, no longer flashing but directly turning into gold.
[Golden Rare]
"Guaranteed gold in the first draw?" Warren was surprised that even his first draw of a normal card turned out to be a gold card, Chaos Expert.
[Mecha: Black Cat Luna]
"What?" Warren was taken aback because he recognized this card. Wasn't this D.Va from Overwatch... no, wait?
"D.Va loves you~"
"Yes, yes, I love you too, mua~"
This was a black mecha that should have been a deadly weapon combining metal and technology, but now it appeared cute with the addition of cat ears and a butterfly bow on its tail.
What was more shocking was that next to the mecha in the card's artwork, there was a set of black Lolita clothing.
"Is the system serious?" Warren was speechless. Giving out cross-dressing hints? Or...
"Is this the original design?" His expression suddenly went south.
Thinking about it, he felt somewhat intrigued.
No, no, he had to stay calm. He couldn't become a pervert.
[Mecha: Black Cat Luna]
A fusion-powered mecha equipped with a "Fusion Reactor," "Micro Missiles," "Defense Matrix," "Fusion Cannons," and "Boosters," and a pilot suit equipped with a pulse pistol.
"A controllable fusion reactor? Is it still this small?" Although the mecha was at least three meters tall compared to the clothing, the power source on it was already very small, just the size of a stainless steel basin. Taking it out would definitely shock the world!
Tony Stark's Arc Reactor hadn't appeared yet, so this thing was the number one.
But it was just a prototype, and Warren didn't have the technology for a controllable fusion reactor like Tony Stark's Arc Reactor.
"Should we bring it out for research?"
The idea was tempting, but for now, he couldn't do it. He hadn't fully taken control of the company yet, and rashly researching a controllable fusion reactor would undoubtedly cause a bigger storm than the "antidote." More people would covet it, and their methods wouldn't be as gentle as when they were planning the "antidote." They would simply take advantage of him if they could, and ignore him if they couldn't.
"Let's focus on making money and drawing cards. Don't reach too high."
"Dig deep holes, accumulate grain widely, and weigh the crown slowly."
After setting the strategy, Warren sealed the [Mecha: Black Cat Luna] card in his card collection.
"Let's do another 10-draw of normal cards!"
He had 13 coins left, which were accumulated free coins from these days. So Warren decided to do another 10-draw of normal cards.
White White White White White Purple White White White Blue
Nine whites and one purple, plus a guaranteed blue card from the 10-draw.
Nine white cards were not worth mentioning. He even got [Spicy Strip Gift Pack], [Wang Zai Gift Pack], and [Grandpa and Grandma's Favorite Astronaut Gift Pack]. It was just excessive!
Blue normal card [Eight Hearts and Eight Arrows Inlaid Diamond Mobile Phone]
Purple normal card [Proficient in Programming]
"Proficient in Programming is not bad. I studied it in college but gave up as soon as I entered, now I can catch up."
As for the [Eight Hearts and Eight Arrows Inlaid Diamond Mobile Phone], "What use do you have if it doesn't have the function to automatically explode ten meters away from the host?"
At least, you can use 8848 as a hand grenade.
Using the knowledge skill card, go to sleep.
The next day, the high-level meeting was held.
"I'm sorry, but I can't agree to this decision!"
"Me neither."
"Me neither."
...
Warren sat in the chairman's seat, and the projection device on the meeting table displayed his next strategic move:
Stark.
Jason Fox, sitting on his right, was the first to voice his opposition. He was a shareholder of Worthington Group, a senior member, and had more seniority than Warren. He was also a friend of Worthington II, so he had a strong say in Worthington Industries.
"Warren." His tone softened after everyone followed in opposition, which made Warren sneer inwardly.
"You have performed well recently, and the market and investors have confidence in us. We just need to continue the research and sales of the 'antidote.' As for Stark..."
He paused for a moment and then continued, "That's absurd."
Just a moment ago, you were the one leading the opposition. Why are you so gentle now?
"Worthington's main businesses are concentrated in two areas, industry and pharmaceuticals. We have made a great breakthrough in pharmaceuticals, so why not take a step further in the industry?"
Warren was confident, but unfortunately, others didn't understand this point.
"But we have the business experts, don't we, Uncle Jason?" Jason's abilities were commensurate with his seniority; otherwise, he wouldn't have become a shareholder of Worthington.
"Twelve hours have passed, and there are about twenty-four hours left. I want to see a plan against Stark Industries within twenty-four hours!"
"But we simply can't take a bite out of Stark." Jason argued logically. "Unless something major happens."
"Is that so?"
Warren leaned closer and whispered in Jason's ear, "What if something major does happen?"
Then he stood up and declared loudly, "I know that many of you may have doubts about a 20-year-old kid in charge of a 200 billion-dollar company, and that's normal. But... execute my orders!"
Warren left, and Jason took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He was startled by Warren's words just now.
"Mr. Fox?"
"Mr. Fox?"
After the death of Old Worthington, Jason Fox was the most prestigious person, but Warren held more shares, and until he made a significant mistake, the shareholders wouldn't initiate a vote.
Moreover, Warren's not-so-impressive but stable performance during this period had given the shareholders and investors confidence. The continuous sale of the "antidote" had received positive market feedback. So...
"Within twenty-four hours, I want to see a plan," he repeated Warren's words.
This kid seemed to be wilder than Worthington II.
Jason decided to wait. If Warren's plan succeeded, he would make money with him. If the plan failed, he would have the leverage to take control of the company at the shareholders' meeting. It seemed like a win either way.
Business matters were something those old foxes were more skilled at than Warren, so he didn't blindly command. Instead, he set the goals from a high-level
perspective and let them execute.
All the preparations were in place, waiting for Tony Stark to be invited by the terrorists to forge iron.
"Nivaya?"
When Warren got on the car, he raised a finger.
"10 kilograms?" his secretary understood.
"Ten times, thank you."
Although he didn't know what his boss was up to, Nivaya didn't ask too many questions.
In fact, Warren wanted a ton of gold, but at the current market price, that would cost nearly fifty million dollars. Considering that the company needed a large sum of money to fleece Stark, he restrained himself.
The gold arrived in the afternoon, which took a bit longer due to the larger quantity. If he really became rich, he would have to have his subordinates prepare a day in advance to get a ton of gold.
"Let's go, rare cards, 10-draw!"
In an instant, 10,000 coins disappeared, leaving only four behind.
Eleven blue rare cards unfolded before Warren's eyes.
White White White Blue White White Purple White White White Blue
Rare cards had blue crystal card faces with various gemstones embedded in them, and this batch seemed to be quite good.
White Rare [Naturally Strong]
White Rare [Calm and Composed]
White Rare [Agile]
White Rare [Mystical Talent]
White Rare [Faint Berserk Bloodline]
White Rare [Cat's Agility]
White Rare [Beast's Intuition]
White Rare [Life Jewel]
"I... Wow!"
Warren was so excited that he couldn't find the words to express it. He usually looked at the mediocre ones first, leaving the good ones for later. But even with just these white rare cards, they were already so powerful that he couldn't contain himself.
"If normal cards are achievable by ordinary people, rare cards are completely beyond reach with just effort!"
That's why they're called rare, right?
Blue Rare [Super Soldier Serum], a dozen vials of the serum.
Blue Rare [Artificial Spider Silk Solution Formula and Spider Web Launcher Details (with 1,000 types of web spraying plans)], a storage device.
Purple Rare [Quirk: Explosion], the card displayed a fierce-looking durian head—Kachang.
"Super Soldier Serum, Spider Silk Solution, and Launcher. Well, these two are not that impressive, but I can actually draw superpowers?"
Quirk, the term used in "My Hero Academia," is essentially a superpower. It's just a different name.
Quirk: Explosion, Bakugo Katsuki's superpower of releasing explosions from his hands.
Is it powerful? Maybe it would be good in the original world, but in the Marvel world... well, it's just like that.
But it meant that drawing cards could give him superpowers!
This was important, very important!
Who knows, maybe one day he would draw the bloodline of a Kryptonian?
Or how about the bloodline of a Super Saiyan?
"Oh no, I still want to draw cards... but the company needs funds to fleece Stark... but it's okay to draw a little, right? Let's do another 10-draw of rare cards... no, no..."
Warren's face contorted, and he completely lost it. The little devil whispered in his ear, tempting him to draw more cards, while the little angel advised him to save the money for more cards in the future.
Little Devil: Drawing cards is fun at the moment, keep drawing cards!
Little Angel: Making money is more important. Earn money to be able to draw even more cards in the future!
...
Warren ultimately resisted.
"Little Angel, I hate you!"
Little Angel: ???
Is this what humans are like?
Damn, I made a magical staff!
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