My System Is a Money Printing Machine, but It Prints Lives

I have bound a money printing system. The rule is simple: I can conjure cash of any denomination out of thin air if I want to. But the price is cruel: every time one is printed, a person's life span will be randomly deducted. At first I thought it was a prank. Until I printed the first hundred-dollar bill, the news that night reported that the chairman of a certain group had died of a heart attack. I checked his information and he happened to be fifty-eight years old. I started testing like crazy. The higher the amount printed, the longer the life of the deduction. The target is completely random - it may be a homeless man on the street or a white-collar worker in an office building. I became the richest man in the world and the most feared man. Until that day, when I was about to print money, the system suddenly popped up a red warning: [It has been detected that the target life span is insufficient, should the entire life span be deducted? I looked at the name that popped up on the screen - Lin Xiaoman. That was the girl I had a crush on for seven years. I pressed the cancel button like crazy, my fingers trembling. However, the system coldly prompted: [Cancellation failed, 99% of the target life span has been deducted, and the remaining life span is: 24 hours. I rushed to her house, but downstairs I saw her smiling and sending me a message: "Are you free tonight? I bought your favorite cake." The light of the mobile phone screen reflected on my pale face. I held the freshly printed banknotes in my pocket that smelled of blood, and suddenly laughed out loud. It turns out this system is not designed to make me rich. It wants me to kill the person I love most with my own hands. It's better that I print it until it goes bankrupt.