Harem Hero

High Roller

The rescue at the baseball stadium had driven the media frenzy surrounding you to new heights. It was the only thing that anyone could talk about across the nation. Who was the mysterious masked hero? What was the deal with the alien invaders? And how was he getting away with such blatant copyright infringement? You try to drown out the noise and focus on doing what you do best. Lounging around the garage and training.

Mitsuru didn't actually have much to say about the enemy copying her weapon. She shrugged it off – they already have the ability to travel through infinite dimensions, and that isn't going to change with them making a replica Sledgehammer. You're more concerned about the underlying technology giving them a leg up, but if Mitsuru isn't worried, you're not worried.

Two mostly calm days after the stadium incident, Mitsuru calls you over to the computer. "What's up?"

"We spoke about the money a few days ago – and I said that I'd have something substantive for you in a few days."

"Oh, right. So, am I getting a raise or something?"

Mitsuru adjusts her glasses, "That is to say, we received our first royalty payment for the merchandising line. With the manufacturer and retailer fees, we are left with a big portion of the proceeds. I've given you your thirty percent cut after routing it through some privacy conscious foreign banks."

Well, that sounds dubious!

"And how much did we make?"

"The videos of you fighting and summoning girls have blown up now that people know it's real, you were the number one trend in the world a few days ago. Since we planned ahead and had merchandise, toys and write ups already prepared – we were perfectly positioned to take advantage of the phenomenon. They flew off the shelves, and in total you took away fifty million dollars."

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"..."

"F-Fifty?"

"Yes."

"Million?"

"Yes."

"Fifty million freaking dollars?!"

Mitsuru is too slow to plug her ears. She winces and hurriedly shoves a small plastic card into your hand, "Give or take. In fact, here you go! A new bank account with that money in it. Now, I couldn't move the lump sum into there without arousing unneeded suspicion, so you've been promoted to the COO of our company. You're earning one-hundred thousand dollars a month. You can finally move out of the crap shack you call an apartment. Or pay child support for your five hundred wives."

Do banks even insure this much cash at once?

"A-Anything else I should know?"

"No, that's it. Keep doing what you've been doing, and I'll keep working on our equipment. Oh, by the way, the leftovers from the Gundroid have been put into the printer. You have enough for ten cards now."

"I'll hold off on making any new ones right now."

"I saw an interesting selection in the logs actually, I didn't take you for that kind of person."

You hold up your hands in defence, "I stepped away for a moment and Rias did it."

"How convenient."

Mitsuru is not convinced.

It's not like you need her approval or anything! You walk away and begin to think about all of the amazing things you can do with your newly earned money. Mitsuru's right, you would like a private space to call your own that can handle more than two people at a time. You'll have to wait a while to accumulate the funds to buy a big penthouse outright. At least the property prices in this city aren't as insane as they can be elsewhere.