Not afraid of a mad dog biting, only afraid of a mad dog who knows boxing.
After Fenrir Greyback was "taunted" by the opponent's three-headed dog, what followed was a brutal round of fists. It was practically offering himself up to be beaten, until he was knocked out cold without ever figuring out who the other person was.
To Regulus Black, seeing the Wolf King Fenrir Greyback was like seeing potion ingredients. A pure-blooded, naturally born werewolf was of great research value—though werewolves were held back by their lack of good looks.
If one wanted to save the werewolves, one had to first save their appearance.
The Wolf King Fenrir Greyback had so much blood drawn from him that he was pushed to the brink of death. His very life force was gravely wounded, and even his manhood shriveled.
That night, when the moon rose, Fenrir Greyback lay on the ground, staring blankly at the half-moon in the sky, without the slightest urge to transform. It was like seeing food but having no appetite.
Fenrir Greyback had no idea what had happened to him, but he knew he was finished. His strength and vitality had both plummeted to their lowest point. This was not something rest could restore.
Still, he had to return to the Death Eaters' side, and he had to put up a front. Forcing himself to his feet, Fenrir Greyback's legs trembled uncontrollably.
The Wolf King's blood was potent enough to impregnate over a hundred women. Regulus Black's nymphs came in handy here. Since he had yet to succeed in impregnating women himself, the witches attached to him willingly offered their bodies for experimentation, especially when it came to producing half-werewolf offspring, a matter of great research value.
Naturally, Fenrir Greyback had no idea that he had less than a year of life left.
The "Pregnancy Curse" had made significant progress. Regulus Black could now control whether the child would be male or female, and even manipulate the embryo to split into twins or fraternal twins.
Now Regulus was preparing to take it a step further, experimenting with shaping a child's future appearance—or at least fixing some primary traits. It was like crafting a talisman: setting attributes for these unborn children could fundamentally alter the fate of half-werewolves.
The thought of a future generation of little girls with wolf ears and tails only fueled Regulus Black's passion for research.
But that was for the future. It would take at least a year to see results, followed by a second generation of half-werewolves, with the experiments continuing in cycles until he achieved his desired outcome.
At Regulus Black's bookstore, the dozen or so maid-clerks had gradually all become his women. In the dormitory above the shop, one after another devoted themselves to him. Single male customers who realized the truth of their relationships were devastated.
To reassure his women, Regulus created a special tool for them. A thin metal plate was fitted to their spines, inscribed with rune-like patterns. When necessary, the maids could activate it to protect themselves.
"Armor Protection," "Psychic Transmission," and "Weapon Specialization"—these three spells came from different sources: wizarding charms, dark sorcerers' lightning magic, and the barbarians' combat skill system.
Among barbarian skills, there were six weapon specializations. Regulus Black combined them into one.
Once a maid became familiar with a particular weapon, she could manifest a matching weapon through "Armor Protection."
"Psychic Transmission" gave them the best means of mobility. With defense, offense, and movement all covered, they had a complete skill set.
The maids who received this gift thanked Regulus Black with fiery enthusiasm.
One of the reasons Regulus often came to the bookstore was because a telephone had been installed there. Whenever necessary, he could call America directly. In fact, he had already acquired shares in the relevant electronics companies. Keeping pace with the times was inevitable.
Three newly published books had caught the attention of the Americans. His women wrote and called one after another, eager to be the heroines of these stories. But come on—Golden Voyage and Deep Rising were male-centered roles!
Still, since they were so enthusiastic, Regulus did not object. At America's Black Star Company, several actresses engaged in in-depth discussions with him over the roles.
Naomi Watts was confirmed for the mother role in Aeolus, with Regulus making a cameo as a taxi driver.
Kate Beckinsale was cast as the female rescuer in Golden Voyage, while the golden-eyed loli took the role of the ghost.
Milla Jovovich became the thief heroine in Deep Rising, with Regulus himself playing the male lead.
The plan was to complete filming of all three within six months, ready to air during the semiannual holiday season.
Jennifer Connelly and Charlize Theron wanted to participate too, but their careers were soaring, their schedules full. In Regulus's filming plan, their calendars were so packed that not even a cameo was possible.
Beyond arranging roles for his women, Regulus Black's investments were yielding returns. DC and Marvel had both been acquired. Even when there was no crisis, he manufactured one, buying them out while they were weakened.
Skipping over complex business negotiations, he relied on personal charisma alone to reach win-win agreements.
Yes! If waving a wand could accomplish it, why not do it?
The wizarding world looked down on the Muggle world, but Regulus Black did not share that view.
Phones, computers, televisions, movies, special effects—he invested in all of them, following the impressions in his memory.
Everything was handed over to Muggle managers. By keeping control of them, no one could interfere with him.
With this understated approach, Regulus Black steadily infiltrated Muggle society. Only when someone dug deep enough would they realize the Black family's presence.
The Black family was ancient, a thousand-year English aristocracy. They held a dukedom but no lands, and all their industries were kept in strict secrecy.
The known front-facing businesses were a dairy farm, a fisherman's wharf, a mental asylum, and a red soil mine that produced the now world-famous crimson gemstones.
Currently, their investments covered hundreds of ventures, primarily in phones, computers, televisions, films, and special effects, plus numerous smaller ones.
"Is this it? Just this little bit of information?"
Ivanka flipped through the few pages in disbelief, suspecting her secretary had taken a bribe.
"They regularly erase their tracks. Their influence has spread into every department. Only with specific search directions can you find information. In other words, only if you already know something can you trace it back to him. Otherwise, an ordinary search will turn up just a simple name."
Ivanka had recently come into contact with Regulus Black. After learning she was the daughter of a real estate tycoon, he showed great interest in buying a property. But judging from his demeanor, he seemed even more interested in dating her. This forced Ivanka to investigate, and to her surprise, the man was incredibly mysterious.
"What time is tonight's date?"
Ivanka decided to accept his invitation. Even selling a property would be worthwhile. He had his eye on a New York penthouse worth $50 million. For the daughter of a real estate tycoon to handle such a sale personally was reasonable.
"He invited you to the Hilton Hotel at 6 p.m. He has reserved an entire banquet hall."
The secretary quickly flipped open her notebook and read the record aloud. If Ivanka agreed, the secretary would immediately have to respond. After all, this was a $50 million deal—it could not fall through because of her.
"The Hilton Hotel? Let's hope those sisters don't show up."
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