The night my family was ruined by my money-loving ex-girlfriend, I awakened to the [Emotional Creditor System].
The bright red [Debt Value 89%] and countdown to death on her head are like walking ATMs in my eyes.
Her tears of false repentance and the traps carefully designed by her family have become the nourishment for my reverse harvest.
I watched her performance with cold eyes and secretly used her tactics:
She sent me a bankrupt company, and I resold it and used the system to pick up the leaks and realize 300 million;
She sent thugs to cut off my escape, but I used the "Curse of Doom" to make her backer die suddenly in the middle of the night.
When she finally discovered that her "crematorium" was actually the capital of my rise,
She knelt down in the rainstorm and screamed wildly: "Who the hell are you?!"
I held a black umbrella and looked down at her. Behind me was the business empire that had annexed her family:
"Forgot to introduce, I'm here to collect debts."
"The debt you and the evil god behind you owe."
