Investment Cashback: A Trillionaire Tycoon [Quick Transmigration]

[Coming soon: Playing a Popular Supporting Character with a Saintly Filter] -Full story complete- - Fang Zhuo transmigrates into an ensemble novel set in the entertainment industry. The good news is that he’s bound to a money-gifting System with ten billion in his account. The bad news is that he has only thirteen days left to live, and his life balance is critically low. The money-gifting System feels guilty: [Host, all you have to do is inherit the company and earn returns through investments. You’ll get ten times your investment back, and you can exchange the money for more life span.] Fang Zhuo looks at the long line of zeroes in his account. [No need to feel bad, bro. Money brings people closer, right? I get it. I totally get it.] The next day, he goes straight to the struggling studio of a genius composer. “Aren’t you trying to release an album? Come work for my company, and I’ll make you the biggest name in music. Name your investment amount. The promotion budget is unlimited.” The long-suffering genius composer pauses for a second, then manages a fawning smile. “We could put your portrait on the album cover, and name the lead single after you. Do you need a personal composer, generous benefactor? I can do that.” He creates a short drama tailored to a stunning actress who’s currently languishing in a flop idol group. System notification: Congratulations, you’ve received a ten-billion-yuan rebate! Fang Zhuo invests in a film and casts a once-great movie star, a hidden gem who’s been stuck in low-budget flops, as the lead. System notification: Congratulations, you’ve received a one-hundred-billion-yuan rebate! He can’t spend the money fast enough! In a supernatural dungeon world, Fang Zhuo casually grabs a little ghost passing by and whispers like a devil, “Want to be the dungeon’s final boss? Come sign a contract with my company.” Little ghost: You guys, what do you even say when someone starts a pyramid scheme in a horror dungeon? His safehouse company keeps growing, and he personally cultivates the final bosses of every dungeon. At Fang Zhuo’s left foot kneels an evil god, putting on his shoes. At his right stands an evil siren, smiling as it pours his wine. The dungeon’s main god knocks on the safehouse door. “Boss, how about you take over as the main god?” In a male-oriented novel from a certain web-fiction site, Fang Zhuo builds up enough fame to transmigrate directly into the role of the overpowered hero’s father. He builds a sect, gets heavily into construction, reaches perfection, then retires with his son. When the overpowered hero comes of age and follows the plot, he’s bound to an elder mentor. The mentor is astonished when he hears the hero’s surname: “Your surname is Fang?! Wait... Then your father is...?” The hero answers honestly, “Yeah, my dad’s surname is Fang. He’s an honest farmer who spends his days drinking tea and watering flowers.” To the overpowered hero’s astonishment, the elder drops to his knees and stays there. “Young Master, accept my salute!” Worlds planned so far: An interstellar entertainment industry where money gets thrown around like crazy; Investing in a mecha competition team; Building up the final boss of a supernatural dungeon; Founding the top sect in the cultivation world, and investing in a certain overpowered hero; [Reading guide] The money the protagonist has will become that world’s currency in each different setting. An entrepreneurial story about showering people with money. The protagonist is powerful and loves to work himself to the bone! Coming soon: “Playing a Popular Supporting Character with a Saintly Filter.” Please add it to your reading list! [He only wants to get beaten up to build popularity, but ends up with a saintly filter. A story of misguided assumptions, starring a male lead.] Before dying from overwork, Fu Zhao transmigrates into a cannon-fodder passerby in an apocalypse novel. His starting popularity is zero, his stamina is zero, and he can only stay alive if his popularity rises. The System is very considerate: [I’ve applied for a healing-buff for the Host. You can build up rage points and unlock skills by taking hits for the main characters. That will also give you a chance to get noticed. Use your skills enough times, and you can exchange them for items that boost your starting stats.] Fu Zhao: [Got it. Take hits to charge up my ultimate. Short-term pain for long-term gain. I’ll take the worst beating in the world for the overpowered hero.] But the System doesn’t tell him that he comes with a saintly filter, so everything he does is surrounded by a gentle, holy glow. From the start, Fu Zhao searches a corpse for supplies Passerby: He’s so gentle. He even tidies up the dead traveler’s appearance, and recites a funeral prayer with compassion. During a fight, Fu Zhao shoves away a teammate who’s interfering with his rage-point farming Passerby: He’s so kind. He’d rather let the mutated plant pour all its damage into him alone. Even covered in blood, he protects his comrades behind him. And so, in an apocalypse plagued by scarce resources and factional warfare, a legend of a saint soon begins to spread. He takes fatal blows for young adventurers who stumble into desperate situations, then gives them the crystal cores from the mutated plants he kills, without accepting a single coin in return. He is powerful and mysterious, comforting every passerby with the gentlest words. Meanwhile, he always gazes into the distance with furrowed brows, quietly taking on all the damage himself, as though loving all humanity is simply his nature. Countless readers in the novel’s comment section worry over him and weep for him, begging the author not to kill off their beautiful, powerful, tragic dad. In the real world, Fu Zhao’s roommate opens the next page of the novel and can’t help sobbing on the spot. “He’s so compassionate. He even cares for the enemies who betrayed him. The villain was just about to be moved to his knees.” Fu Zhao: ??? Wait, didn’t he just threaten the villain yesterday, saying, “You’re so useless, you might as well go home”? On his phone screen, he sees himself kindly stroking the villain’s hair. His smile holds not the slightest trace of anger at being betrayed, only boundless tenderness and sorrow. “Go home, child. Go home.” After he leaves, rain pours down from the sky. The villain’s tears mix with the rain as he thinks of the mother waiting for him at home and weeps bitterly in regret. Fu Zhao: ...??? Who is this saintly father? Is that really me? Theme: Fine horses are common, but those who recognize them are rare