After confirming that the father and daughter had no suspicious motives, enlisting Robbins as a pawn became Sigurd's next step. For this, he needed to help Robbins seek revenge.

How to help him get revenge?

It's actually quite simple.

In front of Sigurd, who had gained control over the network, anyone around Robbins' enemies who had a few devices connected to the internet, Sigurd could retrieve and analyze their data, exposing all their information from that day.

And in the 21st century, can any big shot figure avoid using the internet?

Therefore, Sigurd easily found a wealth of incriminating information.

Afterward, Sigurd didn't even need to think about how to use this data. He only needed to hand it over to Robbins, who was already overflowing with hatred. With his means and resources, he would spare no effort in devising his own way to deal with his enemies.

Then, Sigurd led his team into the city and captured several panicked figures who were already at their wits' end, presenting them to Robbins on the same day. Everything would come to an end.

Sigurd didn't ask Robbins how he would deal with his enemies because it wasn't important at all.

What mattered was that after eliminating the problematic individuals, Robbins, who still had his connections, quickly regained control of the company and even climbed higher using the legacy left by his enemies.

And for Sigurd, this was a mutually beneficial outcome.

He moved into a spacious and luxurious mansion, constantly receiving the knowledge, materials, and equipment he desired.

Within less than two months of his arrival in this new world, Sigurd achieved financial freedom that very few people in the world have.

...

"So, boss, what do you mean by wanting to enter the political arena?"

"Exactly what it sounds like."

On a beautiful day with a clear sky and melting snow, Robbins sat nervously on the living room sofa. In front of him, a mechanical arm extended from the floor and brought him a cup of coffee.

Robbins looked at his mysterious and seemingly omnipotent boss, feeling perplexed.

Sigurd was sipping his Longjing tea, the faint tea aroma lingering on his face, making him appear like an ordinary and elegant young man.

But Robbins knew how terrifying his boss truly was.

During his journey to regain power, he inevitably encountered various obstacles from powerful figures, but those troubles that gave him a severe headache were swiftly eliminated by his boss, who blocked their path to wealth.

Robbins had witnessed firsthand that no electronic device could escape his boss's intrusion. Everything—people's thoughts, secrets, strategies—was transparent before him. He had also witnessed his boss effortlessly create a self-propelled firepower robot using a pile of metal, wiping out a criminal organization's base without breaking a sweat. He had even seen his boss single-handedly enter a heavily guarded underworld boss's stronghold, decapitate him, and calmly walk out without alerting anyone.

In short, this guy was an all-powerful deity.

Robbins both revered and felt fortunate to have been recognized by his boss. As long as he demonstrated his value, he believed that Vira would be able to grow up safely, happily, and peacefully.

"Ahahaha! Sister Kiana , stop tickling me, it's so itchy!"

"Hehe! Who made little Vira so cute!"

Robbins glanced at Kiana, who was playing around with his daughter, Kiana's expression relaxed.

Kiana was another unpredictable creature. She could easily bend steel pipes with her bare hands, dodge bullets with her body, and manipulate the trajectory of bullets mid-flight. These were ordinary actions for her.

It seemed that she had a fondness for Vira, and for Robbins, it was a good thing for his daughter to be liked by such a powerful girl.

From their playful interaction, Robbins saw Vira's lively and adorable smile—a joy that hadn't appeared on her face for a long time since losing her mother. As a father, Robbins felt comforted.

Bang!

A sudden gunshot rang out.

It was Sigurd holding a gun, accurately shooting Kiana in the head with a rubber bullet.

Kiana, who was hugging the soft and fragrant body of the little girl, completely defenseless, was sent flying several meters away by the shot, tumbling on the ground. Then, the prepared mechanical arm swiftly bound her with an iron cable, suspending her from the ceiling.

Sigurd continued to drink his tea, unfazed.

"Sigurd, let me go! Release me now!"

"I remember there were three pieces of cake in the fridge last night, and today they're gone... Did you get up in the middle of the night to steal and eat them, right?"

Kiana looked around, blowing a whistle that didn't actually sound like a whistle but was just a simple exhale. She couldn't remember when she first did this, but ever since then, Sigurd's punishments had become increasingly severe. Kiana couldn't recall when it started, but she couldn't resist, so she just endured it obediently.

Sigurd finally put down the gun and continued to enjoy his tea calmly.

Vira straightened her slightly disheveled dress, looked up, and with her familiar expression, glanced at the now motionless Kiana, wondering how long she would be suspended this time.

Robbins wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The interaction between his boss and Kiana always left him dumbfounded. If it were anyone else, even with a rubber bullet, wouldn't they be unconscious by now? Kiana truly was an durable girl.

"So, entering the political arena. Boss, do you have any new plans?"

Robbins asked again, deciding to discuss serious matters.

Sigurd glanced at him, extending his palm as if he were grasping something, and said indifferently:

"Political power is an undeniable force anywhere. We already have money, I can handle the use of force, and we're also recruiting a specialized team of enforcers. The last puzzle piece is seizing political power. Once we have that, the city of Jörmungandr and its surrounding areas will be completely under my control, from top to bottom, every corner, every resource."

Robbins wiped his forehead once again, filled with ambition, and replied, "I don't have experience in this area, but I don't think it will be a problem. I will start preparing a mayoral campaign plan."

"Lack of experience isn't an issue. Emperors didn't become emperors before ascending the throne, and presidents didn't become presidents before being elected. Any information and resources you need, I can provide. Any troublesome opponents, I can make them retreat in defeat. If you still can't do it under these conditions, then it's because you didn't put enough effort into it. Don't disappoint me, Robbins."

"Yes, boss!"

Robbins responded confidently.

After losing his loved one, Robbins no longer had any other pursuits in love. Now, he had two remaining goals: Vira's future and his own career as a man.

Now, with capital, politics, and force, all the great achievements that a man could build were right in front of him, and Robbins was ignited with fighting spirit.

However, a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.

"What? Do you have any other questions?" Sigurd asked.

"Well, as our business grows, especially if we're going to enter the political arena, the issue of security around me will become more severe. It's not a problem for me, but when it comes to Vira, I don't want to take any risks."

"So?"

"I hope she can stay in your estate. It's the safest place."

"Well, that's not a problem. Is that a condition?"

"You're joking. It's for Vira's safety. I don't have any ulterior motives, and I wouldn't do that to Vira."

"What about her schooling?"

"I've hired a professional education team for remote learning. Also, if time allows, I'd appreciate your help in overseeing it. When it comes to knowledge, I think you're the most suitable."

Robbins raised an eyebrow.

Sigurd put down his teacup and didn't respond to Robbins. Instead, he beckoned to Vira.

"Vira, come here. I want to discuss something with you."

Vira, who had been observing Kiana, heard Sigurd's call and immediately jumped off the couch. Her little red shoes made a clattering sound as she hurriedly walked over to Sigurd.

"Sigurd big brother, papa, what's the matter? Do you need something from Vira?"

"Your father has important things to do and will be busy. He wants you to stay here for a while. What do you think?"

Vira looked toward Robbins.

In the expectant gaze of Robbins, she slowly nodded.

"I understand. But Papa has to agree to a few conditions."

"Oh, is little Vira asking for a gift?"

"No! Vira wants Papa to smoke less, drink less alcohol, never stay up late, and also come to visit Vira regularly, at least once a week!"

"Vira..."

Robbins looked at Vira, who was counting the conditions on her small fingers, and then hugged her.

"My little Vira, don't worry, Daddy will take good care of himself and will come to see you often. Daddy loves you."

"Vira loves Papa too! So Papa has to keep the promise, okay?"

Robbins smiled wryly and patted his head.

"Yeah, I'll keep my promise."

"Papa, Vira will miss you."

"Daddy will miss Vira too. Come, give Daddy a kiss."

"Mwah! Mwah! Mwah!"

Watching from the side, Sigurd, while getting goosebumps from the sweetness overload, couldn't help but glance at the tuna hanging from the ceiling with an expression of immense disdain plastered on his.

He takes a look at someone else's daughter. And then look at his (Not) own.

Tch, the difference is too big