Isekai into Marvel/DC

Chapter 83 Business man

As much as I wanted to just spend every second in bed, I still had work to do. I had started several businesses and smaller companies that needed to be checked on, and that went for the crime syndicate I had taken over as well. I would never have money problems, but one of my small goals was to be one of the richest people on the planet.

I had already broken a billion-dollar net worth, and it was more about growing that than making it myself. How did I get a billion? I sold my ability to heal absolutely anything to the highest bidder, then to the next highest, and so on. Twenty-five million was a drop in the bucket for Tony, and I sold my abilities for twice that amount to ten people like Norman Osborn. Fifty million was a drop in the bucket for them.

Then I sold my ability for twenty-five million and got a few, ten million, and more had long-term ailments cured. Finally, I had to stop myself at five million as over a hundred people wanted that treatment at that point. I was actually closer to two billion than one after that. Plus, the crime syndicate I stole from the other hundred member. It was only making about a million a month, but I could rapidly increase that amount if I became the Kingpin.

Fisk was a gigantic target, though. It would make sense to only run a small part and let him take the heat while I collected the money. To be honest, I really didn’t need the syndicate for the money but the manpower. It always helped to have a group that could show up and do unscrupulous things you couldn’t be seen doing.

Wilson was only known as a wealthy businessman. Somehow, all of the hundred members saying he was the crime kingpin were quickly covered up and forgotten about. Even the news with him fighting the Joker painted him as the hero. That’s what I needed over everything else. I needed goons that could spin the PR of people I cared about to be more positive and signal boost their message.

Having Poison Ivy and Harley clean up the New York park would do jack shit unless several news crews showed up to push their story. Effectively making my own group of hot women heroes for brand purposes would go a long way for merchandising rights as well. I didn’t want to deal with all this, though.

Hiring the right people to do all the work for me as I got richer was what I was looking for. It really boiled down to adding smart women to my harem to run my businesses for me. Harley and Pamela were both geniuses but didn’t have the business acumen to run a company. Both the freeloaders were too busy sucking my cock to do any actual work most days.

I needed four heads for my businesses and maybe one or two to help them flourish after I started them. Technology, pharmaceuticals, magic, and fashion/entertainment were the main sectors. The primary business was magic. Wayne, Stark, Richards, Luthor, and Oscorp were some of the richest individuals on the planet. They achieved their wealth through technological breakthroughs, leaving little for everyone else. Speaking of Luthor…

When I was fixing people, you'd have figured that one of the richest men on the planet would have his sister's paralyzed legs fixed, but Lex very rarely gave a shit about anything else but himself. In some comics, he loved his sister, but this world wasn’t one of them, and it was a small miracle she was still alive.

Lena Luthor, or Thorul, had an accident that put her in a wheelchair. Instead of fixing the problem or curing her, Lex left her and her daughter to die in a trailer park. The husband left shortly after, taking the rest of their money with him. She changed her name when her brother betrayed her, and the injury was slowly but surely bringing her closer to death every day.

Besides a phone call, there wasn’t much I could do. I was met by a wary twelve-year-old girl who definitely didn’t believe I was there to help her mom. She wasn’t completely catatonic but had given up ever walking again. Picking healing powers was an amazing choice that paid off over and over again.

We signed a deal, and part of that was to defame her brother and lead a competing business. I also included several magical binding clauses in the contract that made it impossible to betray me. I doubted she would, but in some comics, she does become evil. Fixing her took almost no effort or biomatter; effectively, all the parts were there, just a single misalignment led to the paralysis.

A fifty-thousand-dollar surgery and half a year of recovery would have been all that was required to get her back up and walking again, but that was impossible for her to afford. Raising a child by herself (I should look into finding the father for child support) took every cent she could earn just to afford the bills.

In minutes, she’s up and walking while I keep feeding her more biomass to strengthen unused muscles. Both Lena and Lori cried while they hugged each other. It was a shame how things turned out, but slowly I’d let her get revenge on her shitheel brother. We kept talking business, and she sent her daughter away to one of the neighbors for us to finish all the boring little details.

She really put her new legs to work as she wrapped them around me seconds after Lori went into the neighbor's trailer. I made sure everything worked properly as she gave me my reward for being a good person.