Reborn from the start, I was bound to the Spendthrift and Self-Destruction System. To stay alive, I had to squander a trillion-dollar fortune and become notorious.
I hired local thugs and planned to stir up trouble in the streets to ruin my company.
Instead, they instantly turned into a street patrol and made the whole neighborhood a model of public order.
I demanded exorbitant licensing fees, hoping to drive shopkeepers into revolt.
Instead, everyone scrambled to pay, treating the license like a good-luck charm and praising me as their guardian angel.
I poured money into flashy projects, just wanting to burn through it fast.
Instead, the neighborhood went viral and became a tourist hotspot, and my assets grew tenfold.
Me: I just want to slack off, go bankrupt, and get cursed out!
System: Congratulations, Host. Your reputation is maxed out, and your net worth has increased by another ten billion.
My subordinates: Boss, you're brilliant and awe-inspiring, a business genius!
The bigwigs: Miss, please work with us. Please let us invest!
I really just want to spend my money in peace. How did I end up the business godfather revered by the whole city?!
