Whether from the perspective of the Ice Crystal Fish Mother or divine cultivation, acquiring the immortal stones to set up the Spirit-Trapping Array seemed to be the current critical task that Roselle must tackle. No wonder the task, which had repeatedly failed to bear fruit, suddenly initiated itself.


    Roselle had long been puzzled about how to store the trickle of spiritual energy produced by the Ice Crystal Fish Mother without it quickly dissipating. Now, with the existence of the overwhelmingly powerful Spirit-Trapping Array, this issue was naturally resolved.


    As long as he obtained the immortal stones and set up the Heavenly Shaman Spirit-Trapping Array, he could envelop the entire backyard of his villa, turning it into the only place on earth saturated with spiritual energy.


    "This means, the most important thing now is to gather enough money and then procure top-grade mutton fat jade," Roselle muttered to himself, touching his nose.


    Ultimately, whether cultivating immortality or cultivating the divine, the fundamental premise is that money opens the way, and it remains crucial to this day. It seems he must again find a way to amass wealth.


    Should he continue using the Hercules Ants to steal from rich neighborhoods? Roselle definitely won’t resort to petty theft again. Such acts have always gone against his principles, and he wouldn’t even consider them in his most desperate times, let alone now when he has a significant amount of money and a bright future ahead.


    Moreover, using insects to gather wealth, though covert and mysterious, could expose his methods if done frequently, especially to those who are observant. At that point, quietly gaining wealth and cultivating the divine would become an illusion, and he could even attract attention from authorities.


    "No, no, I need to find a better way to make money." The best way to gather wealth without issue is to pursue a legitimate business route, utilizing the special abilities of the system''s pet beasts. This approach would not only offer a competitive advantage in business but also provide a clear origin for the money earned, ensuring it isn’t seen as ''dirty money.''


    On this front, Roselle already had a preliminary plan. However, the current task didn’t allow him the luxury of slowly building a business. To quickly gather ten million, the only option was to gamble, and it had to be a big gamble!


    "I''ve got it." Emerging from the beast shop in his consciousness, Roselle''s gaze gradually focused on a type of insect. This insect didn’t exist on Earth; it was a species from the planet Gondolg. Yes, another extraterrestrial life form.


    Most importantly, its exchange cost in points was very low, allowing him to conserve valuable points while achieving the goal of quickly amassing ten million.


    Of course, before doing so, he needed to package himself and Caesar. Roselle glanced at Caesar.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    In reality, this Beast Servant gifted by the system was crucial to Roselle in the early stages. Caesar was his nerve and his trump card. Without him to back up his plans, even the best strategies couldn’t guarantee smooth execution and personal safety.


    "Master, during your contemplation, that woman outside walked by the door twice," Caesar reported.


    As a Beast Servant, Caesar wasn’t a mindless entity without thoughts or will. His personality was set to be "calm and stern," and he was imbued with a strong sense of a bodyguard by the system. This made his presence subtle, and there were times when Roselle almost forgot that Caesar had been guarding the door for two hours.


    "Hera? Could she have something to discuss with me?" Roselle wondered, deciding to open the door for a look. Yet, before he could act, there was a gentle knock.


    "Knock... Knock, knock..." The sudden knocking startled Roselle, prompting an instinct to hide the divine record. But then he realized it wasn’t a physical item, only existing in his mind.


    With a light tap on his forehead, Roselle gave a small smile. This divine record had indeed made him tense. After all, it wasn’t just the fragmented hand-copied book some corporation had acquired, but a fully restored sacred text with comprehensive Chinese annotations, thanks to the system.


    "Roselle, are you in there?" As expected, Hera did have something to discuss. Roselle''s curiosity was piqued.


    "I''m here, Sister Hera. Is there something you need?" Roselle rubbed his slightly throbbing head, signaling Caesar to stay hidden by the door corner. He then opened the door, blocking the gap with his body.


    As the door opened, he was greeted by Hera’s serene and elegant face. Though it wasn’t his first time seeing her, Roselle was once again struck by her beauty. Truly, heaven had favored this woman. In his lifetime, Roselle hadn’t seen anyone quite like her, exuding such calm charm, even evoking a sense of peace and comfort.


    "Oh, I saw your light on. I made dinner. Would you like to join me? Consider it my thanks for your help," Hera said sincerely, looking at Roselle with hopeful eyes.


    In her mind, Roselle''s unintentional assistance came like timely rain, pulling her out of a difficult spot. Without his prompt payment, she wouldn’t have known how to manage her affairs at that moment.


    "Well... okay, I’m in for a treat tonight."


    There’s something to be said about aesthetic pleasure—some women need not be extraordinarily beautiful, yet they naturally exude a comforting and peaceful aura that puts others at ease.


    Standing there, Hera was like a lyrical landscape painting, inciting no ill thoughts or disrespect.


    Under the soft lighting, several simple home-cooked dishes were laid out on the table: stir-fried pork with green peppers, fish head with tofu, and papaya stew with ribs.


    Just one glance was enough to make Roselle''s mouth water. Though these were simple home-cooked meals, their rich aroma and appetizing appearance were enough to make someone like him, who regularly subsisted on instant noodles, lose composure.


    "Hera... Sister Hera, did you make all these yourself?" It was hard to believe such exquisite home-cooked dishes were prepared by a single woman. The rich aroma of the papaya rib stew almost tempted Roselle to grab a piece to taste.


    "Why the rush? Go wash your hands. Cooking is one of the few hobbies I have," Hera smiled.


    The dishes weren’t many but were just enough for the two of them. Normally, she wouldn’t cook such an array for herself. This time she wanted to sincerely thank the charmingly simple younger brother.


    "Mmm, this is delicious... so good." After tasting the tender ribs and sipping the richly flavored soup, Roselle could hardly stop praising the meal.


    Turns out, simple, light home-cooked dishes could be so exceptional. The food prepared by Sister Hera gave a feeling of warmth and comfort, unlike the elaborate flavors crafted by professional chefs.