After I transmigrate to another world, some people win hearts by being sincere, others imitate capitalists and squeeze people for all they’re worth, and some use shared interests to cement ties and pass down centuries of lordly tradition. What’s a broke college student like me supposed to do? I can’t do any of that. What’s this golden finger? What the heck is a Landlord System? How could I exploit my people? Heh heh heh. Little capitalists have only been around for a few hundred years. Let me use a thousand years of landlord culture to give you a taste of landlordly terror. What, you refuse to be exploited and would rather die than submit? Heh heh heh. Even death has to be useful. What do you mean, you’re a low-level skeleton soldier who can’t do anything? No, no, you just haven’t discovered your strengths yet. Go take a bath and think it over. There’s no rush.
What do you mean this is bathwater? No, no, it’s clearly bone broth. Look at that fresh bone broth. Keep yapping and next time I’ll charge you for your meals. Take a good look at yourself and ask whether you’ve been working hard, and you still have the nerve to complain. Get back to work for your lord. If I catch you yapping again, I’ll dock your pay. What do you mean you don’t get paid? Jobs are hard to find these days. From now on, you’ll pay for the privilege of working. Get lost.
