I Thought This Was a Business Simulation

[Announcement: Exclusively published on Jinjiang Literature City. Please do not infringe on the author's rights. Authors need to eat, too.]

For me, transmigrating into the game Magic Scrolls wasn't a big deal.

No talent for magic? Zero combat ability?

None of that matters!

Let me show you the dignity and bottom line of the number-one player on the support-class leaderboard!

Our goal is to

Make money! Make money! Make money!

Me: Why is that merfolk guy singing outside my window in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Is it a lullaby? I think it's a little disruptive, but I'm afraid of hurting his feelings if I say so.

Me: Has the priest stopped growing medicinal herbs and started growing flowers instead? Why did he send me so many? Does he want me to help promote them?

Me: The professor actually invited me, a complete good-for-nothing in combat, to go hunting? What is he up to? Does he want to mock me to my face?

Me: That dragon asked me to become his mate again. Hah, does he think marriage is a trap to take over my property? In his dreams!

My little fairy sidekick looked at me, hesitant to speak.

"Master, you weren't like this before..."

Me: Money? What money?

Reader's Guide:

※ A brainless wish-fulfillment story with lots of original settings. Don't expect too much, and let us both off easy.

※ I, the first-person narrator enthusiast, am writing in first person again.

※ Money worship is no good. The blurb just exaggerates the heroine's love of money, so please don't imitate her.

Theme: Create wealth with your own hands.