In my past life, the supernatural descended, and I survived for three days.
This time, reborn seven days earlier, I sold off all my assets for ten billion and activated administrator privileges at a 99.99% discount.
What costs everyone else ten billion only costs me one million.
From then on, the supernatural game became my ATM, and players around the world became my cash crops.
My ex begs to get back together? One hundred million for each time I protect her. No haggling.
A rich second-generation brat mocks me for having too much money? I unleash a mythical-level ghost, and he drops to his knees, calling me Dad.
The Divine Alliance hunts me across the globe? I buy up all their resources at a 99.99% discount and make them so furious they spit blood.
No romance, just making money.
No relying on women, just drawing cards.
On the seventh day after the supernatural descends, I stand atop the ruins, watching the whole world kneel before me.
“In my past life, I struggled to survive. In this life, I am the rules.”
