Marvel's genius inventor? I'll make a wish-granting dragon with my own hands.

The Namekians' Dragon Balls possess powerful wish-granting abilities, but this immense power, when placed in the hands of the weak, will inevitably attract prying eyes and bring disaster.

Their elder was a wise man.

They would rather let their people transform the entire planet with their own hands than let them rely on the power of the dragon.

In addition, Namek already has a harsh environment.

There are no other intelligent races.

So they survived peacefully.

Despite the elder's best efforts to prevent this, he never expected that a boy from the clan had been lost on Earth. This boy was also capable of creating Dragon Balls and had leaked the information into the universe, which attracted the terrifying cosmic demon king Frieza, leading to the destruction of the entire planet.

"When the Dragon Balls come together and Shenron is summoned, it is destined to be a large-scale event that cannot be hidden."

"It was fine the first couple of times."

"If this happens too often, it will definitely be discovered by other high-tech devices."

If anyone knew the power of the dragon.

They will definitely come to steal it.

Unless Russell abandons this wish-granting artifact.

But that's absolutely impossible.

Just as wealthy people worry about being stolen from, robbed of their treasures, or plotted against, they will try every means to protect their money, rather than spending a penny and pretending to be poor.

That's stupid!

Therefore, Russell had already begun to plan in his mind to find a group of capable people to serve as his bodyguards. They didn't need to be too desperate, but they had to be reliable, not able to deceive him, not able to stab him in the middle of the night, and their strength had to be quite good.

The Avengers are the perfect candidates.

"Furthermore, the Dragon Ball guardians also need a certain level of intelligence."

"Once the Dragon Balls are used..."

"They'll fly all over the world, and to find them, we'll need to build a Dragon Ball radar!"

Bertrand Russell, who had been a corporate slave for several years.

It can be said that he has long since lost all his skills, and has even forgotten how to calculate eccentricity.

Not to mention learning how to build the Dragon Ball radar.

His superhuman intelligence told him that he shouldn't waste time on such meticulous work and should find an outsourced job.

You need to be a genius enough.

It needs to be reliable enough.

Otherwise, you might get stabbed in the back.

You need to have considerable ability.

And such a candidate...

Russell already had the answer in his heart.

But he wasn't in a hurry; he first looked at his first task:

The kind Namekians take pride in saving lives; please help a life.

There was no demand to save any lives.

There was no insistence on rescuing anyone.

This character template unlocking task was the easiest Russell had ever encountered since acquiring this cheat.

Leaving aside other things.

Just the last time he unlocked that silly pillar template for the courtyard house.

The first task alone required him to take care of the business of one hundred widowed young women.

The reward for completing the task is simply the other person's cooking skills.

Is he that kind of person?

He is a champion of justice, someone who is mortal with gambling and drugs.

Don't misunderstand.

Russell's culinary skills were earned through hard work and dedication.

It has absolutely nothing to do with that idiot Zhu.

Really!

……

The nights in America are quite vibrant, after all, it's a megacity, especially at its peak, having just emerged from the Cold War.

Everywhere is filled with extravagance and debauchery.

On the streets, homeless people and drug addicts can be seen everywhere, forming a stark contrast with the well-dressed white-collar workers. Because they cannot find high-paying jobs and cannot afford high rents, they have no choice but to sleep on the streets.

They usually rely on begging, receiving relief, and selling blood.

Or inherit a partner's estate.

They made a living by selling their bodies to pharmaceutical companies for experimentation.

This is a unique scenic view that cannot be seen in the country.

Russell drove here.

His gaze swept across the area, and he figured that these people who walked unsteadily, who might fall to the ground at any moment, were very likely to become his lucky targets for completing tasks.

But soon.

He found a more suitable target.

On the roadside after the rain.

Three soaking wet kittens were huddled together in the haystack.

They were shivering from the cold.

He looked extremely thin and malnourished.

"Kitty...Kitty..."

Accompanied by several calls.

The three thin, stray kittens actually responded. Without the slightest hesitation, they stumbled and staggered towards Russell.

It can only be said that he was destined to survive.

Russell took off his clothes and let the three of them carry them away. Compared to saving people, saving three animals was obviously easier. "It seems the Three Pure Ones are protecting you."

Task 1 completed.

Things happened much faster than Russell had imagined. After just a simple feeding, the three little guys ate voraciously, and their bellies visibly bulged out.

The pet store staff carefully cleaned it again.

Even before the hair was completely dry.

Russell received the message that the mission was completed. With just a thought, the rewards for mission one and the Namekian physique would be instantly credited to his account.

This instantly brought a smile to his face.

"Oh sir, this is a male cat and two female cats. Although they have been strays for a while, they do not appear to have any diseases. They are very docile when bathed and would be suitable for adoption."

Wildness and alertness are advantages for stray cats.

But it's a flaw for people.

Domesticated animals only need to be silly and not bite.

"Yes, a tip."

"Thank you, sir!"

Russell hummed a little tune and led the three lucky kittens back to his home.

It was an empty, large villa.

As everyone knows, as a transmigrator from a certain point, he was born with the constitution of an orphan. When he was very young, his parents died due to some incident, leaving behind an inheritance of less than 20 US dollars.

It seems like a lot.

But in reality, there aren't many.

It was barely enough to support him as he grew up, and he couldn't even afford the tuition for college. Fortunately, after he unlocked gun-fu six years ago, he received sponsorship from a bunch of "kind-hearted gangsters".

He received a considerable sum of money.

I bought this place on a whim.

At first, I was very happy, but after living there for a while, it felt empty and very boring. It's 300 square meters with a garden and lawn, and the wind blows very loudly.

It's not even as warm as his rented room, which was less than ten meters big, in his previous life.

At that time, he received a salary of four thousand.

That was the happiest time of his life.

Horse-style dog head!

After settling the three little guys in, providing them with cat food and litter, and even making them a cat bed, I decided to make a cat bed for them.

Russell then returned to his room.

Then I lay down on the bed.

I couldn't wait to claim the reward.

"bring it on!"

"I'm incredibly hungry and thirsty!"