Investments?

The next morning I left for America, letting my pheromones do the job for me. Pheromones grow weaker with the increase in distance between me and the target but that is only true till the time I give a command. Once a command is given, it will be carried out no matter the cost. 

And I haven't yet seen or found a way that command can be negated. 

The people of the savage lands had no way to get out of the Savage Lands as only the royal family knew the routes that led to the outside world. And with that knowledge of the route and quite a bit of the precious element, which I named anti-metal… I left the Savage Lands. 

Izan has limited time in his hands and Isan would follow his father's command without hesitation, which means a steady supply of anti-metal. However, I cannot let others know about this metal just yet. I do not have the ability to protect it and selling it would be disastrous, for now, I need to find a way to gather money.

Do I remember anything about the stock market? 

Maybe. 

But first I need to do a little something in America and visit Germany afterwards for one last time. Or at least till my gramps is gone. 

"Boy, it is not safe to travel during these times and yet you nearly died in Antarctica." The captain of the ship said, puffing his almost finished cigar. 

"Times are tough, old man." My reply made him snort. "You get smuggled, you get killed. In my case, I got lucky."

"Lucky in the middle of Antarctica." He rolled his eyes. "You sure have the devil's luck, kid."

"Anyways, thank you for getting me on your ship, sir." 

He nodded and puffed out the smoke. "Do you have enough money to survive in the States?"

"I don't but I do believe I can survive it."

The man didn't believe me but didn't say much. 

"Good Luck, kid." He sighed. "You will need it."

That I do, old man… That I do.

…

…

[[California, United States]]

[[Days Later]]

'*Howling Commandos destroys the Southern and Western headquarters.*'

A small smile crept up my face as I read the newspaper. I know who was responsible for their success but I had no intention of getting on the radar just yet. 

Money was not an issue, at least not until we were talking about the big bucks. I could use my pheromones to get enough of it to survive. But I didn't come back just to live an ordinary life and with all this knowledge and power, it would be an utter waste. 

Going through the news about the stock market was hilarious. Everything was chaotic and the shareholders could only hope that the stocks didn't go down —which they would. 

Less than a fraction of the top companies would survive this war and most of the shareholders and investors were not going to make it once the war ended. On the other hand, quite a lot of the small businesses would be at the top in a few years. 

"Captain America is the Saviour sent by the Lord." The hostess said, serving me the food. "The Howling Commandos are our best bet and with him and Bucky in it, victory is just a few days away."

I already came to terms that this world had people with superpower and this Captain America guy is apparently a hero created through science. 

"Indeed." I agreed with her despite the knowledge that it wasn't such a cakewalk. "However, Miss. Lily… have you made contact with the person that I told you about?"

The hostess looked around and gave a slight nod. "He told you to meet here again at six."

With a smile, I started to make a few scribblings on my notebook. 

I had enough knowledge to make out ways to become successful in the near future. And investments were the best option. 

However, with the supernatural element thrown into the mix… I had to figure out ways to carry out my own experiments and not being the science guy was a major disadvantage.

I would need a team that would be devoted to the research and enough money to fuel the research. 

And the thing that I would need the most if I managed to get rich… was a good public image. 

That's where this guy that I am meeting comes in. 

"But why are you interested in a new entertainment company?" The hostess asked, puzzled by the fact that I was looking for a guy that didn't have a pre-established business. 

"I just think that I can make it big even with a small company." 

"If you say so."

…

…

[[That Evening]]

"Y-You mean that you are willing to invest in my business?" The man asked nervously.

Now, I didn't have enough money to properly invest in a big business but with my pheromones, I could manage a starting company. 

"I am." I assured him. "I believe an entertainment business would be great especially since the war is at its ending phase. We will have a lot to cover the moment this war ends." 

And it was true. There was an endless supply of content once this war was over. 

"Many people are scared to start a business at this moment; however with proper steps, we can make it big." 

The man nodded. "How much a-are you willing to invest?" He asked. 

"Enough to make it into the industry." I assured without giving him a concrete amount. 

Mostly because I had no idea either. I was not sure how much I could gather within that time and l didn't like low balling or high balling.

"So, when do we start?" He asked, a little more enthusiastic than before. 

"Not yet. We can arrange the required items and crew but launching the company now would be stupid." 

He nodded at my statement. 

"You already have the links and the crew, I will be the one supplying the funds as well as looking into possible deals. So, let's wait till I return from my trip."

"You are going somewhere?" He asked, curious about my plans. 

"Yeah."

"Where?"

I smiled at his question. "Germany."