Rapid-fire thrills + face-slapping with no delay + bizarre rule-based spending + clues to a hidden identity
Ye Jinghong’s life fell apart completely on his eighteenth birthday. His girlfriend dumped him for a rich second-generation heir, a Mercedes-Benz knocked over his electric scooter, and banknotes were hurled in his face like an insult.
Just as he hit rock bottom, the [God-Tier Profligate System] forcibly bound itself to him:
“Spend one hundred million a day. If you don’t spend it all, your intelligence will be reduced. Spend it all, and you can trade it for superpowers!”
From then on, Jiang City gained a mad, money-flinging player
He cleared out an entire 4S dealership: “The most expensive car you’ve got. I’ll take it now, to run someone over.”
He showered a bar with ten million: “I’ll cover everyone’s tab, but anyone who’s insulted me has to slap themselves ten times before they get out.”
Wall Street shorted the yuan? He snapped up the world’s oil tankers and blocked the ports: “You want to play with capital? I’ll flip the table!”
His Golden Eyes saw through everyone’s weaknesses, while a dragon tattoo blazed with the flames of revenge.
Everyone jeered: “A nouveau riche will blow through his fortune sooner or later!”
But they had no idea he’d already maxed out his System permissions and was silently gripping the ultimate answer
“Like using money to hit people, do you? Today, I’ll teach you what it means to crush someone from an entirely higher dimension.”
