I'm Rich Now, but I'm an Otaku

Xia Shiliu's favorite otome game shut down. She stayed up all night cursing the developers, then had the misfortune to die at her computer. When she woke up, she'd transmigrated into the game. The game System was still running. Sign in every day to get 100,000, then 200,000 the next day… That's 2.8 million a week! Just as her savings kept growing, Xia Shiliu learned that the System's account had a maximum balance. If she kept saving without spending, the excess would turn her into a penniless pauper, or even leave her in debt. The System said sheepishly, “I'm binary, okay? Cut me some slack. After 65,535, it's not 65,536, it's -1. Get it?” Xia Shiliu: … She's a shut-in! Buying a house or a car would just mean more things collecting dust. Spending money on the game is the only thing that might actually be useful. And so: The once-popular classic online game is now so empty it's about to shut down, until one tycoon keeps the servers running single-handedly; A professional gamer who had to stream and play with fans for money sees her team change hands; A genius manga artist whose series was cut short for lack of funds gets to resume serialization, with an enormous budget for the anime adaptation; A niche fandom in the Arctic Circle gets a rich patron to commission works, and is turned into a popular fandom; A livestream singer who was bullied out of the industry makes her way into the music scene; As Xia Shiliu spends and spends, every male lead in the game reaches max affection. Xia Shiliu is miserable. She's only interested in fictional characters! When people learn that the tycoon investing in otaku culture in recent years is a complete shut-in, they all break down: “You're that rich! Can't you go travel, take a cruise, or hire some handsome male companions?!” Xia Shiliu: … This is exactly what a hardcore otaku is like. Content warnings: 1. The heroine isn't a career-driven, powerful woman. She's a shy, insecure shut-in. The writing is weak and the characters are rather flat. 2. Many male supporting characters have unrequited crushes on the heroine. She doesn't return their feelings, and there's only one official partner. 3. The story is as described above: lots of investment in projects, little everyday shopping. [The entire novel is complete; two chapters are updated daily.] Upcoming novel: The Dollmaker's Figures Hunt to Keep the Family Afloat The apocalypse. Some people are eating their own children. Mo Xue is the “child” about to be eaten. She drags her lame leg out of that home, but can't face the zombies running rampant outside, and dies. The hand she relied on to survive becomes a little snack in a zombie's hand. At the height of her despair, she hears a conversation full of disgust: “Ugh, what's going on with human civilization? I thought they'd be flying out of the Milky Way to stand shoulder to shoulder with us one day. How'd they manage to get themselves killed?” “Correction: ‘killed’ isn't the official human term. They should say ‘died.’” “…You're so full of useless chatter. There's a human here who's about to die. Shall we make do with her?” By the grace of a highly advanced civilization, Mo Xue is given a new lease on life. She gains powerful supernatural abilities: any model she molds becomes a real object or comes to life. No food or water? She molds meat and milk tea out of dirt. No weapons? She molds bullets out of dirt and swords and spears out of dough. Can't fight? She molds skilled fighters to protect her. Dragons that can fly, merfolk that can swim… Aliens want her to travel through different worlds to search for the quasi-crystals they need. Fortunately, her dolls accompany her to every world. In the cultivation world, her dolls are ascended immortals. In the ancient world, her dolls are generals and princesses. In the modern world, her dolls are tycoons and celebrities. … Mo Xue returns home in triumph, only to see her parents doting on the child they got in exchange for her. That child is healthy, unlike Mo Xue, who once had a lame leg and could only stay home making things by hand. Alone, she turns away in sadness, only to be swept up in the dolls' eager affection and concern. “Master, I made this pudding by hand. Would you like to try some?” “Master, smell my body lotion. Doesn't it smell nice? Let me put some on you.” “Pervert, get lost! I planted a field of hyacinths, your favorite flowers. You promised we'd go see them when they bloomed. You can't go back on your word!” “Master, I think something might be wrong with my body. Could you come to my room tonight and examine me?” Mo Xue gets nervous. “What? What's wrong with you?” That night, Mo Xue lies on the bed in tears, biting the corner of the blanket in regret. “...If I'd known, I wouldn't have molded you a □↑□!” (It might become a GL romance. I haven't decided yet @@…) Theme: Hold on to the things you love