CHAPTER 67: SONG.

[Host: Kim Suho]

[System funds: 8,000,000]

[Personal assets: $5,641]

[Settlement cycle: two months (countdown: 60 days...)]

He blinked. Eight million. He’d actually received eight million system funds. Converted, that was a straight eight million in personal assets—if he didn’t screw it up this time.

"And I’ve got over five grand in personal cash now," he muttered with relief. "At least I won’t have to live like a broke college kid anymore."

Oh right, there was still that "system reward" waiting.

With a spark of curiosity, he opened it.

[Ten classic songs from the parallel world have been sent to your mailbox.]

Suho’s eyebrow twitched. Songs? He downloaded them anyway and skimmed the playlist: Invisible Wings, Lonely Warrior, Sorrow Relief... Ten tracks in total.

He frowned. "What the hell am I supposed to do with these? I can’t sell them. Even if I could, the money wouldn’t count. Are you kidding me? This system really knows how to troll."

Still, he put on headphones and pressed play. Then he froze.

"...Wait. Why does this voice sound so damn familiar?"

It hit him. "Shit—that’s MY voice!"

[Correction: Since these songs do not exist in this world, the host is the original singer.]

Suho nearly spat out his coffee. He tested it by singing a few lines, and, sure enough, the songs flowed out perfectly, like muscle memory. He groaned.

"So what now? The system wants me to become some tragic pop idol? Touring cities, getting mobbed by fans? Forget it. I’d rather eat dirt. I’m here to burn money, not babysit Billboard charts."

With that, he tossed the idea aside. The real priority was simple: spend eight million dollars. Before the next cycle, everything had to go.

But first, he needed to figure out where the hell that extra $300,000 had come from.

"Cho Rin," he called across the office to his assistant. "Check the account logs. Someone dumped three hundred grand into the company account. Find out who."

"Right away, Mr. Kim." Rin dug through the books. After a while, she returned, wide‑eyed. "Boss, it came from Horny Princess Interactive."

Suho’s stomach dropped. "...Horny Princess Interactive?"

He immediately suspected Jin Wu. That hot‑headed transfer was probably stirring up trouble again.

Suho dialed his number. "Jin Wu, what’s this about three hundred grand coming out of your company?"

Jin Wu answered cheerfully. "Oh, that? Boss, it’s income from Horny Princess Online’s Horny Princess expansion! Remember that new equipment set you ordered the devs to design? You told us to set the price sky‑high. Well, guess what? Some rich guy actually bought it. In fact, on launch day, someone dumped three hundred thousand dollars straight into the game."

Suho’s jaw went slack. He hung up without another word and buried his face in his hands.

"So this time... I sabotaged myself."

He had wanted the game to lose money, but his own overpriced gear baited some poor whale into spending three hundred grand. And because of that, his settlement reward dropped from four million to eight. Eight was good—but four more could’ve been his.

He opened Horny Princess with a heavy heart. On the rankings, three accounts were already flashing with the exact same god‑tier gear he had worn earlier. One player ID burned his retinas:

[I Am A Rich Man]

Suho pieced it together instantly. This guy was the one he had humiliated in‑game before. In revenge, the rich fool dumped $300,000 into drawers until he got the set. Three sets, in fact.

Suho wanted to cry. He had literally outplayed himself.

With nothing else to do, he took his character into the wild to vent on monsters. But before he could get far, a squad dropped on him: three glowing whales in full sets, led by I Am A Rich Man. They didn’t say a word. They just massacred him into pixel paste.

When the mocking messages filled the chat window, Suho could only sit in silence, staring at the screen.

Kim Suho sat stiffly at his desk, staring at the gray game screen with a face like he’d just been divorced twice in one afternoon.

In reality, the system settlement had failed.

In the game, he had been beaten to death.

Double kill.

His eyes locked onto the offending name in the death log.

That smug ID mocked him harder than an IRS letter. Suho’s teeth itched with hatred.

"No," he muttered, fists clenching. "This cannot be forgotten. Not in this life, not in the next."

He thought it through. The four million settlement was gone. There was nothing he could do about that. But his dignity in the game? That had to be restored.

His first idea was simple: make a new gear set and price it at one million dollars. If the whale wanted to win, let him bleed.

But then Suho froze. "...Wait. What if that idiot really did buy it?"

Then it wouldn’t be the whale bleeding—it would be him, system settlement ruined again.

"No, no, no. Too risky. Can’t play that game."

He rubbed his temples like a general plotting siege tactics, then suddenly snapped his fingers.

"Got it! Don’t sell the damn thing at all. Put it on monsters. And make the drop rate low. Like... ’you’ll reincarnate before you see one piece’ kind of low."

He grinned. "Even if Rich Man grinds until his grandkids take over the account, he’ll still be naked."

The more Suho thought about it, the more genius it sounded. Yes. Yes! The plan was foolproof this time.

He dialed immediately.

The call clicked. "Hello, Mr. Kim, do you have instructions?" came Fen Su’s respectful voice.

Suho leaned back. "As for Horny Princess Online, that new gear set was a bit lacking. Make another one. Same look, higher stats. Better than the last one."

Fen Su hesitated. "But Mr. Kim, we only released the last set a few days ago. Won’t it look... bad to roll out another so soon?"

Suho scoffed. "Bad? What do you think a game is? Eternal museum pieces? New content keeps players hooked. That’s how it works. Keep it fresh."