That afternoon, the goblin Guy arrived at Ron's Wonderful Flower Shop right on time to report the latest updates.
Over at the farmland on the outskirts, all three waves of nuns had arrived—235 senior-aged sisters in total, even more than what Sister Sylvie had initially counted.
After all, the last time the convent did a proper census was in early spring, so a few discrepancies were to be expected.
Ron was more than happy to have more nuns involved.
These hardworking and loyal magic laborers, who asked for nothing but food and shelter, were an invaluable asset.
Now, the nuns were divided into ten groups of twenty-something each. With two groups working per shift, a full work cycle could be easily covered in just two or three days.
Currently, the daily production of Element Cards has skyrocketed to over ten thousand, and if they wanted to push it to three shifts, even one hundred thousand a day was possible.
While two groups of nuns rotated through using spells like Plant Manipulation Spell to cultivate and harvest Chameleon Radish Leaves, the other eight groups had ample time for prayer, meditation, and of course… entertainment.
And that meant:
Element Cards, Legendary Kill, and the greatest among them all—the "Women-Slayer"… Mahjong.
Of course, "mahjong" didn't translate well into this world's language. So Ron, for a bit of fun, renamed it:
"War of the Gods."
What originally sounded like the name of a cheap online browser game turned out to be a huge hit among the sisters. A spur-of-the-moment joke from Ron had now become a nunly obsession.
The game's basic tiles, themed around "Gold Coins," "Magic," and "Battle Aura", plus tiles representing the seven major churches, struck right at the heart of the nuns' beliefs and competitive spirit.
Ron only knew how to play a simple form of Hangzhou Mahjong, where the "White Dragon" tile served as a wildcard—much like a "joker" in poker.
So, in this world's version, the nuns decided that the wildcard tile would be the emblem of their faith:
A golden sheaf of wheat — the symbol of the Goddess of Harvest — Hervesta.
This fusion of faith and gameplay completely lit a fire in the hearts of the nuns.
Soon, Element Cards and Legendary Kill were cast aside.
Whenever they weren't praying or meditating, the nuns were doing only one thing:
Battling in the War of the Gods.
Ron had never expected this outcome.
He had brought a few sets of mahjong tiles to the convent to simply enrich their leisure time…
Who could have guessed it would have this kind of destructive appeal?
"They're not playing Element Cards or Legendary Kill anymore?" Ron asked in disbelief.
Guy looked embarrassed. He'd been shocked himself when he first discovered this development.
After all, he personally preferred Legendary Kill—he didn't see what was so great about War of the Gods.
"It's not like they don't play at all," Guy explained. "But most of the nuns are scrambling to play War of the Gods. And since you only brought four sets, a lot of them just watch."
"Only the ones who can't squeeze into a game kill time with Element Cards. As for Legendary Kill—it's too complicated, they're too lazy to bother."
Ron couldn't help but chuckle. He hadn't expected things to go this far.
With over two hundred nuns and roughly 160–170 resting at any given time, there were at least 100 who could play mahjong simultaneously.
And he had only brought four sets?
Still, he had no intention of simply giving them more.
"Here's what we'll do," Ron said, smiling slyly. "Make a chart to track work performance. Every three days, we'll tally it up."
"The team with the highest output, and the top three individuals from the other teams, will get access to the four mahjong sets for the next three days."
"Entertainment is fine, but we can't neglect the Chameleon Radish cultivation. This way, everyone stays motivated."
"Set it up like that for now. We can always adjust if needed."
Guy opened his mouth, a bit stunned by His Highness Ron's creative take on labor management.
Hmm… "exploitation" might be too harsh a word.
Let's call it "incentivized productivity."
After all, Ron wasn't forcing anyone to work harder. With over 200 nuns, some were just curious about the new game, or caught up in the excitement. They might lose interest eventually.
It wasn't fair to pressure them all into working overtime.
That's why Ron added the "top three individuals" rule—to keep it fair.
With the mahjong situation settled, Guy moved on to other updates.
Land approval for the areas near the Darle River had begun coming through. This meant Ron could expand the Chameleon Radish fields at any time.
The nuns still had energy to spare, so the labor force could handle the extra workload.
However, since the current output was more than enough, Ron wasn't in a hurry.
In the Royal Capital, Kiel had fully rolled out the Element Card sales. Thanks to Princess Mia promoting it within noble circles, especially with the hotpot restaurant opening today, buzz around the product had reached a peak.
In the eastern and southeastern cities of the Human Empire, and even in the City of Chaos, Element Cards had already started appearing in stores.
Everything was moving in the right direction.
After Guy left, Ron shifted his consciousness into the puppet stationed at the capital and checked in on the hotpot restaurant's launch via Mia.
And just like the cards—a complete success.
The word that Emperor André III himself had personally praised the hotpot spread like wildfire among nobles.
By noon, the restaurant was packed.
Even commoners, seeing so many noble carriages outside, were curious enough to sneak peeks.
Located right by Peace Square, the restaurant quickly drew waves of new customers.
Once they learned the shop was owned by Princess Mia and saw that the first and second floors had affordable prices, many commoners gave it a try.
And the moment they did—they were hooked.
It wasn't just the novelty of hotpot and grilled meat, or the flavorful seasonings. The service was also top-notch.
Lazy? The server would grill and serve for you.
Independent? The staff would politely guide and let you do it yourself.
For regular citizens, this was a whole new level of treatment. Most had never experienced service like this.
"Big Brother Ron, our hotpot and barbecue shop is a huge success~!"
Mia beamed from her vanity table, hugging a chibi plush of Ron, eyes full of excitement.
She hadn't even made enough profit yet to buy herself a new dress, but the emotional satisfaction from this victory was something no dress could ever match.