My System Is Legally Illiterate

I am bound to a divine system. It gave me one billion to spend all in one month, and also included a terminal illness countdown. Only by spending money can I continue to live. The system said: "All rights of interpretation belong to our company." I handed it over to the state with my backhand. Three days later, the system was intercepted by the National Firewall, and it issued a piercing alarm: "Warning! Host, what existence are you trying to extradite?!" I was lying in the ICU and smiled at myself, who was full of tubes, and said, "Don't worry, your good fortune is yet to come."