The Bankrupt Aristocrat Started with a Debt of 400,000

"Lord, we only have three bags of flour left." "I know." "Sir, the lake is starting to freeze over and we can't catch any fish." "I know." "Sir, a collection letter from Iron Rock Bank has arrived, saying that if the interest is not paid at the end of the month, the land will be taken away." "... I know it too." Karl looked at the red warning of the system in his field of vision: [Basic survival supplies remaining: 14 days] He lowered his head and looked at the only 12 silver coins in his arms. He pushed open the drafty window of the castle and whispered to the frozen eternal winter collar: "Then let the bank, winter, and fate wait for me to teach the world what 'extreme survival' means."