On the day of my execution, I opened a bank in the Underworld and started issuing loans. The interest? The tears of the King of Hell.
Chen Mo, a financial fraudster in his previous life, was struck by lightning and killed. When he opened his eyes, he was in the underworld! Hell money had inflated so badly it was too stiff even to wipe with, and starving ghosts gnawed on POS machines to fill their bellies. When a ruthless loan shark tried to wreck my business, I hit back with my “Yin-Yang Loans.”
Installment plans for Granny Meng’s soup, securitized reincarnation slots, an IPO for the Eighteenth Level of Hell... I used outrageous Underworld schemes to crush the powerful!
A corrupt Judge? I turned the Book of Life and Death into a ledger and froze all the stolen money!
The King of Hell printing money? I shorted hell currency and left him penniless!
Heavenly Court sanctions? I struck back by issuing “Karma Nukes” and blasting through the Three Realms!
Then one day, the System announced: “Pain threshold reached. Creation privileges unlocked.”
I sold memories to save an old woman with Alzheimer’s, only to discover that what she had pawned were all the sweets she had shared with her husband. A firefighter ghost gave up his soul to restore his fiancée’s sight, but in his final five minutes, she still couldn’t see me. When all my clients sacrificed their memories to help me become a god, the King of Hell knelt in the ruins and begged: “Become the God of Wealth! The Underworld economy can’t do without you!”
But what I wanted was to give everyone a chance to reclaim what they had lost...
Damn, you can still play like this,