Back to 1990: I Bound Myself to a Tycoon System

In the summer of 1990, I was reborn at eighteen and pushed open the red-painted wooden door of the textile factory's residential compound.

I had only fifty cents in my pocket, and outside lay the last calm before the wave of layoffs.

By chance, I gained a golden finger and joined a shopping group spanning the myriad heavens. Even fifty cents could get me scraps of immortal pills.

The Immortal Emperor begged to see my purchase history, the Magic Queen fought over candy wrappers, and the Mecha Emperor apologized just to get a radio.

While others fretted over grain coupons, I traded marbles for a spatial ring. When a punk at the arcade tried to extort protection money, I hit back with a fireball that scorched his crotch.

From a timid nobody in the factory compound to a low-key tycoon, I drive a gravity-defying Xiali to pick up my wife after work and casually turn grain coupons into interstellar hard currency.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.