Severe OOC warning. Don’t read if that bothers you!
My name is Xing, an ordinary Nameless aboard the Astral Express.
My daily routine consists of rummaging through trash cans, beating up the Antimatter Legion, and trading barbs with March 7th.
Until the day Xianzhou Luofu tried to kick our train out because we were “too poor.”
That was also the day I bound the God-Tier Sign-In System.
The first thing I do when I open my eyes each morning isn’t worry about surviving. It’s check how many more zeroes have appeared in my account.
The Xianzhou board of directors gives me trouble? I buy the entire harbor group on the spot, and the chairman personally serves me tea.
The Interastral Peace Corporation comes after me for payment? I acquire 10% of its outstanding shares, leaving Aventurine speechless in front of me.
Ms. Herta thinks her research funding is too low? I casually throw in a trillion and buy the space station for her to use as a private laboratory.
From then on, the whole universe changes its tune.
Rummaging through trash cans? I buy the rights to every trash can in the universe and hire a professional archaeology team!
Following the Path of Trailblaze? I pave the way with money and buy my way across the stars and seas!
While all the Aeons and Emanators are still agonizing over conflicts between Paths, I’ve quietly become the ultimate shareholder, above every Path.
[Ding! Sign-in successful today. Reward: ownership of the “Silent Immortal Pearl”!]
Xing: “Oh, and have the Emanator of Abundance who keeps picking on me escorted out of his house.”
[Ding! New task: submit a takeover bid for the giant hammer of Qlipoth, Aeon of Preservation!]
Xing: “No problem. Let’s make an offer first. If that doesn’t work, we’ll add more money.”
