The Rich Auntie Has Money to Spare

When I woke up, I was bound to a God of Wealth System.

The happiest part of every day was watching my assets, worth trillions upon trillions, grow exponentially. I could never spend it all.

At the same time, the world became a much more harmonious place.

A whole host of two-dimensional characters crossed the dimensional barrier and came to my side.

My response: Who hasn't gone through a phase of imagining, "I'm the best" and "The whole world revolves around me"?

Now that my dream has finally come true, I'll just have to...

Spoil them! Spoil them rotten!

Dote on them! As much as I can!

[Reader's Guide]

1. This is a brainless story with no logic, amateurish writing, and out-of-character characters.

2. It's everyday life, everyday life, everyday life. Important things should be said three times!

Here's the dividing line for my upcoming story

"Surviving in the Honmaru with Secret Identities"

(Secret identity story, everyone has a one-sided crush)

Blurb↓↓:

After five years of struggling her way through the Enforcement Bureau, Sakuma Itsuki finally earned enough points to redeem a Honmaru of her own.

The sword spirits of the Time Government were all gorgeous, fair-skinned talents. She could easily enjoy the sweet life of "one night of passion is worth a thousand gold pieces, and from then on the king never attends morning court."

But before she could enjoy herself for even a minute, the Medical Department's examination report arrived. It said she had only one month left to live.

Itsuki, upon learning her days were numbered: "How exciting."

And besides that, can someone tell her why the Honmaru she'd worked so hard to apply for was a dark one?!

The sword spirits had been manipulated with the deepest malice by the previous Saniwa. They had become rule-breaking troublemakers who refused to play by the rules. Their danger ratings had repeatedly flashed red at headquarters, and one careless move would send her into a hellish trial.

Standing right outside the Honmaru's gate, she yelled, "Who the hell set me up?!"

The sword warriors of Honmaru No. 9527, who had been teetering on the edge of death, finally welcomed a new Saniwa.

From Fox's description, they learned that their new "master" was a delicate woman who couldn't carry anything on her shoulders or lift anything with her hands. Other than her face, she had no advantages.

Everyone awaited the new Saniwa's arrival. They wanted this naive "master" to see the darkest evil in the world and experience nightmares that would never go away.

But

Who were these people accompanying the "master" to check in, kicking over the Honmaru, and beating them until they couldn't tell what day it was?

Sakuma Itsuki: Didn't see that coming, did you? The vampire with a sweet exterior and a dark heart, the adorable mermaid who cries at the drop of a hat, the talkative angel who does whatever she wants, the aloof and haughty demon hunter... They're all me, actually.

Theme: May everyone prosper together.