CHAPTER 54: I AM A RICH MAN.

Back at Steel Cup, Suho sipped his coffee while Cho Rin handed him the confirmation. He barely glanced before waving it off. "Tell them I’ll transfer the money today. Every cent."

Cho Rin blinked. "All of it? At once?"

"Of course," Suho said smoothly. "Steel Cup doesn’t do tabs. Pay first, build later."

She nodded, both impressed and bewildered. Another unchecked bill, another fortune burned. And yet, she couldn’t deny it—employees adored him, contractors adored him, and the company... somehow kept running.

Suho leaned back, satisfied. Less than 300k left in system funds. Enough for one more round of salaries before the cycle ended. Perfect.

He closed his eyes, already imagining the look on Jin Wu’s face when he announced tomorrow’s ten laps again.

Kim Suho leaned back in his chair, satisfied that the last of the system funds had finally been spent. The bonuses had been handed out, employees were smiling ear to ear, and for once he felt like he was ahead of the game rather than scrambling at the last minute.

But his mind drifted to Horny Princess Interactive and its infamous game, Horny Princess Online. He clenched his fists lightly on the armrest. The memory of being crushed by those wealthy pay-to-win players still stung. He had bought the whole damn company—why not exact a little personal revenge?

He picked up his phone. "Fen Su," he said, summoning the new project manager who had impressed him with bold game ideas. "Bring me an internal account for Horny Princess. I want the strongest one you can dig out of the system."

Fen Su blinked, confused, but nodded. "Yes, Mr. Kim."

.....

Meanwhile, at Kim Decoration—run by Suho’s elder sister—the staff was buzzing with excitement. The latest order, to transform a plain workshop into luxury staff dormitories, had been finalized at a staggering 930,000 dollar’s. Woo Jin, the young designer, had landed it against all odds.

Director Kim, Suho’s sister, reviewed the paperwork herself. "My little brother really does things differently," she muttered, half proud, half baffled. "Most CEOs pinch pennies. He throws them like confetti."

Woo Jin, standing nervously in front of her desk, bowed. "Director, I followed all his requests. Double rooms, private bathrooms, air conditioners in every unit, and only the best brands. He approved the plan immediately."

"Of course he did." Director Kim sighed, shaking her head with a faint smile. "That’s how he operates. But don’t get comfortable. If my brother says yes today, tomorrow he’ll say, "Add another pool or karaoke machine."

Woo Jin laughed nervously, already imagining what new bizarre request might arrive next.

.....

At the clothing factory, Cho Rin checked her bank account again. The number still looked surreal—12,000. She frowned, biting her lip, then marched into Suho’s office.

"Mr. Kim, is the finance department mistaken? My salary should be 10,000. After tax and insurance, it shouldn’t be more than that. Why is there an extra 2,000?"

Suho looked up lazily from his computer. "That’s your bonus for the month. I told finance to add it."

"Bonus? But I didn’t do anything special."

"You didn’t make mistakes either. Isn’t that worth rewarding?" Suho shrugged. "Besides, you’re not the only one. Everyone got a bonus. Consider it... motivation."

Cho Rin’s lips parted in surprise. Everyone? He had given all employees a bonus? She left his office dazed, clutching her phone.

Suho leaned back again, stretching like a cat. The system’s fund counter had finally ticked down to nearly zero. Only a few dozen remained. Perfect. Exactly the way he liked it. This time, there were still ten days left before settlement. As long as nobody pulled another Woo Jin stunt and funneled money into the account, he’d pass the cycle cleanly.

Still, his smirk sharpened as his thoughts returned to Horny Princess Online. He whispered to himself, "Let’s see how those whales like it when I’m the one holding the admin panel."

He chuckled darkly, already imagining the chaos.

Kim Suho narrowed his eyes at the glowing ID above the character’s head—I Am a Rich Man. The one who had mocked him, killed him, and flaunted his pay‑to‑win dominance. The reason he’d acquired an entire company was just to settle a personal score. Finally, they were standing face-to-face in the digital wilderness.

The guild members fanned out around their leader, swords and staffs gleaming. Dozens of them, all wearing shiny equipment bought with real cash. They thought numbers and money would protect them. Kim Suho smirked. He had been waiting for this moment.

"Rich Man!" he typed, his character raising a glowing greatsword. "You remember the rookie you one‑shotted last time?"

A pause, then the reply scrolled across the chat box:"You again? You think changing gear makes you my equal?"

Kim Suho chuckled aloud in his office chair, sipping Cho Rin’s coffee with one hand, hammering the keyboard with the other. "Not equal," he muttered, eyes gleaming. "Superior."

The battle erupted. Spells flew, swords clashed, and the wilderness zone exploded with flashing skills. Kim Suho targeted I Am a Rich Man directly, unleashing skill after skill. Each strike carved chunks off the pay‑to‑win tyrant’s health bar. Guild members swarmed to protect their leader, but Kim Suho’s gear was absurd—crafted from administrator privileges, balanced only in his favor. One swing cleaved through three at once.

At headquarters, Cho Rin glanced up from her desk at Kim Suho’s quiet laugh. He wasn’t just playing—he looked like a general directing a real war. For a moment, she shivered. Was this why he bought the game company? To test himself against the kind of arrogance money alone created?

Back in the digital battlefield, Rich Man’s health dropped to half, then a quarter. Panic spread through his guild. Messages flooded the chat.

"Boss, we can’t stop him!"

"His damage is insane!"

Kim Suho typed only three words: "Kneel or die."

Rich Man raged. "You think you can erase me? I’ve spent more on this game than you’ll ever make!"

"Correction," Kim Suho muttered with a grin. "I own the company that makes this game. You spent all that money... for me."

The final blow landed. I Am a Rich Man’s character shattered into glowing fragments, collapsing in front of his stunned guild. Silence followed. The wilderness, once noisy with spells and clashing steel, went eerily quiet.

Kim Suho leaned back in his chair, exhaling in satisfaction. Revenge tasted sweeter than the coffee cooling beside him.

But even as the victory message flashed, his system panel opened in the corner of his vision:

[System Alert: Player data interference detected.] [Warning: Excessive manipulation may affect company revenue.]

Kim Suho blinked. "What, I can’t even bankrupt whales now?!"

The system wasn’t going to let him ruin the game completely—it wanted him to spend money, not scare off the players funding the servers. He rubbed his chin, an idea forming. If he couldn’t destroy whales directly, maybe he could... tax them. Or better yet, build events so expensive that even their wallets would bleed.

A wicked grin spread across his face. "Alright then, let’s see how many millions you’re willing to throw away. Horny Princess Interactive will become your personal ATM."

Behind him, Cho Rin peeked again at the monitor, puzzled by the mess of colors and explosions. She didn’t understand games, but she understood one thing clearly: Mr. Chen was plotting again.