I Legally Make Money in the World of Horror

My name is Lin Qi. I’ve died once. When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting on the sofa in a haunted manor. A reincarnation space called “Indulgence” had appeared in my mind, a silver crest had appeared on the back of my hand, and most absurdly of all, my account had gained a billion dollars. The System told me: In every world, spend the entire billion dollars. If you don’t spend it all, you’ll be charged ten times the amount left over! While everyone else searches for clues in horror movies, dodges ghosts, and fights to survive, I’m browsing the shopping menu. Five million to hire an exorcist, two million to renovate the haunted master bedroom, eight million to buy genuine holy water, and a tip for the manor’s butler in exchange for information. New wallpaper on the walls, new baseboards on the floors, gradually squeezing the ghosts’ haunts out of existence. Everyone thinks I’m crazy. Until someone realizes that every dollar I spend turns into real firepower. The exorcist’s holy light, the renovated rooms’ suppressive power, the information network, the safe zones: I’ve built them all with money. A saying gradually spreads through the reincarnation space: “Don’t mess with that guy named Lin. He’s so broke, all he has left is money.” And as I stand at the entrance to the next haunted house, I glance at my account balance and sigh. There’s over nine hundred million left. How am I supposed to spend it all?