The Novel I Wrote Is Emptying Out My Family Fortune

My name is Chu Bao, and I have traveled through time. Good news: I've stepped into my own eunuch's fairy tale. Bad news: The one wearing the suit is not the protagonist, but the cannon fodder villain who has the same name as me and was slapped to death by the protagonist in Chapter 37. What's even more terrible is that the cultivation system I designed back then is now going to be burned with my own bank card balance - cultivating a little spiritual power will deduct a sum of real money. The Qi Condensation stage is one point to ten thousand, the Mahayana stage is one point to one trillion. Looking at the balance of 12.7 Billion, I fell silent. Why the hell did I write this setting back then? In order to survive Chapter 37, I can only burn money to practice while kneeling to fill the hole I dug for myself. Do I have enough balance to survive until Chapter 37?