Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

Now that they've suffered, even though the blond president has no idea what caused it, it doesn't stop him from gloating here.

As for that nonsense about "if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold," just listen to it and forget about it. The unity of this country is worth less than ten dollars. Unless a war really breaks out, their primary goal will always be to kill each other.

"Mr. President, if this person, or whatever is behind him, can take away our assets, then naturally they can take away yours as well," David Morgan warned grimly.

"Are you threatening me, Mr. David? Are you and the Jewish group behind you threatening the President of the United States?" the blond president said fearlessly.

Just kidding. Although this country is indeed dominated by capital, isn't he also a member of capital? In any case, his current power cannot be threatened by a few Jews ganging up on him!

Undisguised threat

Morgan, who was used to being domineering, wanted to lash out, but when he looked at the president and the silent people behind him, a sense of panic welled up in his heart.

Having lost so many assets, can the Jewish group still be considered one of the behind-the-scenes manipulators of this country?

If not at the dining table, then right there on the dining table—they have probably already reached their 'kill line'.

"No... Mr. President, I just hope we can reach an agreement."

David Morgan took a deep breath, his face grim.

"At the very least, we need to get the money we've already given out back first."

"Forty trillion dollars have flowed out of our hands, and you understand better than I what that means!"

—These green banknotes have all been given to the poor, what a tragedy!

"If the person distributing the money actually gave it to everyone, then it's not a big problem," the blond president shrugged.

“Maybe this will make us great again? Mr. David, I think you should understand how much pressure we would be under if I asked everyone to return the money they just received to the government.”

“But this is already your second term!” David Morgan said with a dark face.

"Oh, then I can simply reserve some resources for the person I choose, like Ivanka?"

"Fuck! Just say what you want!" David Morgan finally lost his patience and cursed.

He left the presidential office soon after, and no one knows what deal he made, but the Jews all looked terrible before he left.

Then, a swift order from the White House swept across the United States.

The White House announced that the $100,000 distributed to citizens was black money from illegal sources, and the IRS and the government had the right to seize the illicit funds. They demanded that everyone who received the money return the $100,000, or the IRS would pursue them for hefty fines.

The order caused an uproar across the country, with civilians in various regions launching strong protests and attacks against President Trump and his government. Strangely, however, not many demonstrations broke out.

Both the elephant and the donkey have largely reached a consensus on the issue of receiving money, and the opposition party dares not attack the current government on this issue.

Although it's obvious that President Trump's approval ratings have plummeted, who cares? This is already his second term, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, it seems unlikely that his family will produce another president.

Even if there are problems, in a decade or so, those who really need this money will have been eliminated, and the public will naturally forget what happened. They will still come out to vote then.

In any case, President Trump saw it in the election before last when he failed to win re-election: these redneck votes are really worthless and can be manipulated at will, and their support is even more ridiculous.

However, in order to appease the public, the blond president still chose to stand up and do what he does best – give a speech!

"This is an open provocation against the US government; it's war! It endangers the security of our great nation. Imagine an artificial intelligence that can arbitrarily seize people's property from banks..."

The blond president was playing the accordion while rambling on in front of the White House.

And at that very moment—

Nationwide, all live broadcast channels were suddenly switched.

With a sizzling sound, soon all the images changed to the same pattern, the same logo.

Everyone recognized him—it was the VOX Technology logo!

Amidst the exasperated outburst of the blond president, the same voice resonated throughout the entire nation, wherever there was a screen.

Good morning, good afternoon, good evening everyone! Do you like the gift I gave you?

A sarcastic voice followed, and then Tsugumi's media demon form appeared on the screen.

Amidst gasps of surprise, fear, and cheers, he dominated every front page of the country, joyfully announcing...

Yes, that's right. I'm the one who steals money from those capitalists and gives it to you!

Doubt, cheers, fear, slander, worship

Countless complex human emotions surged forth directly, even more directly than the power of the idols he created. Although it lacked the power of the emotional realm, it surged forth in a purer way.

"Who are you? How dare you provoke the great United States of America like this!"

The blond president stepped forward aggressively, adopting the demeanor of a people's representative, and righteously rebuked them. However, his slightly trembling hands betrayed the fact that he too was afraid of this unknown event.

"You ask who I am?" Tsurugi looked at him teasingly, thought for a moment, and then laughed.

"I am the god of capitalism, otherwise, how could I have taken your money out of thin air?"

He snapped his fingers and mocked.

"Of course, you can say I'm just an omnipotent artificial intelligence if you want, because I am indeed a friendly servant dedicated to serving the people, just like—Mammon?"

"Fine, then you can just treat me as Mammon."

He casually uttered the name of a certain devil, mocking him.

"Forty trillion US dollars, I didn't expect such a huge sum of money to not have emptied your country's banks? It seems that your 'private sector' is far richer than your government. But it doesn't matter, I hold an even larger debt on your side."

Having said that, he showed a bill, which was the total bill that the compound interest bank needed to pay to all banks across the United States, and the total amount was—

$123 trillion

"How about this, I'll perform a magic trick for you." Tsugumi opened her hands, letting out a playful laugh as she closed them.

"The performance is called, 'The Disappearance of Assets'."

Having transmigrated, my only purpose is to kill, kill, kill! : 103. Asset Magic, Vanishing Assets

David Morgan rode back to his family in his luxury car, his gloomy face full of calculation.

Undoubtedly, he paid a heavy price to gain the support of that blond president, which was a huge humiliation and blow to their Jewish group.

But it's okay, it's just a temporary setback, they can handle it.

More important than that, he needed to figure out what this VOX technology was all about, that it could so easily take their assets away!

"Could it be...?"

David Morgan stroked the six-pointed star pendant hanging around his neck, muttering to himself.

He knew that some mysterious forces existed in this world, though they had almost no effect on them and had long since weakened, they did indeed exist.

Perhaps, the other person is someone who possesses mysterious powers?

David Morgan's eyes gradually turned sinister. In any case, this man, Dongjiang, his power and his wealth must belong to the great Jewish people!

But they need to contact the Vatican—they are indeed difficult to deal with, but if they can afford the right price, the Catholics aren't unapproachable.

As David Morgan pondered, he casually glanced at the time.

However, when he looked at his wrist, he was stunned to find that his expensive, handcrafted watch was not on his left hand at all.

What happened? Did you forget to wear it before going out?

He took out his phone with a gloomy expression, but to his surprise, it was gone.

What happened? Was he in such a hurry to leave? Did he even forget his phone?

"Hey, what time is it...?"

Before David Morgan could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It was truly a shock, because his car roof was gone, or rather, the entire limited-edition luxury car he was sitting in suddenly vanished into thin air with a snap.

It's as magical as a fairy waving a magic wand!

The inertia carried David Morgan, who rolled several times on the ground in a sorry state. He lay there in pain on the road leading to the secluded wealthy district, groaning and calling out the driver's name.

"Howard! Howard! Where the hell have you been?!"

He looked up and found that Howard was gone too, only his clothes remained, and then—his clothes disappeared as well.

David Morgan was now a naked, shivering old man, lying blankly on the ground. It was fortunate this wasn't the lower-class neighborhood, otherwise, who knows what might have happened to him.

As if deliberately mocking him, a large screen not far away suddenly lit up, displaying the Morgan family's vast assets.

The warehouse contains gold, jewelry, antiques, and art.

Luxury homes, luxury cars, stocks, and even land

One by one, as if by magic, they suddenly vanished into thin air.

Oh, not only that, but also the funds of many borrowers, the mortgaged real estate, and the belongings of people associated with their assets were all seized to pay off the debts.

For example, the group of IRS agents in the picture had just forcibly seized $100,000 from a family and were walking on the snow.

"Hahaha, what a heavy snowfall! What a good omen! Each snowflake is worth a dollar. I won't take a car; I'll just walk to see the president!"

They were laughing and talking like that when they took a step out and suddenly jumped up because their feet were cold. They then realized that their expensive handmade suits, leather shoes, watches, ties, and other accessories had all vanished in an instant.

They were naked and shivering in the snow like homeless people on the street.

Then, very quickly, a group of men with ill intentions surrounded them.

"I've said it before, I am the God of Capital." Tsugumi's television-like head reappeared on the screen, blocking the upcoming inappropriate content, and he spread his hands with a cheerful smile.

“Just now, I collected the interest owed to me by all the banks, and your real estate, land, antiques and artworks, totaling 73 trillion US dollars—all of them have been collected by me.”

"And now, I want to be a generous person."

He snapped his fingers, and in an instant, the funds he had just obtained through continuous mortgage discounting went to zero. Meanwhile, countless ordinary people across the United States who had just been crying and wailing after their unexpected wealth was taken away found that they had about $200,000 more in their accounts!

They stared blankly at their account, then at the maniacally laughing demon on the television screen.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, my God!"

"Is this real? Money, we're rich again!"

"Thank God, you must be our angel! Our angel!"

"Even though you claim to be Mammon... whatever, the Bible must be wrong, Mammon is the Lord's most merciful angel!!!"

For a time, countless people knelt on the ground and offered the highest worship to Tsurugi, even if he looked like a demon or even called himself one.

For them, who were struggling on the brink of death, the person who gave them money was a thousand times better than those cruel and indifferent priests in the church!