Please Help Me, a Poor Guy, to Become a Billionaire.

When debt crushes your spine, do you dare to believe that billions of flowers can bloom from the dust? Where diseased bones are broken, do you dare to be an ascendant who can be reshaped by steel? When the last drop of blood is squeezed out, don't you want to tear off the shackles, break the rules, and become your own king? The roar of the Colosseum was deafening—— But this time, you are the one holding the whip.