Lin Wei, the king of roll kings, died from overwork and entered a real horror game, becoming cannon fodder that was bound to die at the beginning.
Fear is the currency here, the system says.
Players run for their lives, while ghosts seek their lives.
And she held a calculator and pressed a series of numbers on the chasing Bi Xian: "The scaring efficiency is too low. Come with me, five insurances and one housing fund plus performance commission, and the monthly fear value is guaranteed to be 30,000, how about it?"
From then on, the horror style completely went off the rails.
Wraiths lined up to wait for her to make career plans, she transformed the haunted house into a themed hotel with limited-time charges, and players cried and begged to buy the "supernatural bonds" she issued.
While others were living and dying in the dungeon, she would conduct a quarterly review for Li Gui in the conference room, and use PPT to analyze the quarter-on-quarter growth of frightening income.
"Don't be afraid of ghosts," Lin Wei smiled at the trembling newcomers, "but be afraid of the capitalists behind them."
Later, the supreme being of the game was furious at the collapse of the rules, but she pushed a merger and acquisition contract to the other party——
"Acquisition, restructuring, or bankruptcy. Choose one."
This is a dimensionality reduction attack that uses capital to crush weirdness.
And she will eventually let fear forge a throne for her.
