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

Saudi Arabia's oil fields, the crude oil that had already been extracted, were instantly redistributed globally. Every drop of oil found a new owner—not a member of royalty, not an oil tycoon, but every living person on Earth!

They may not necessarily need it, but they will receive it.

Russia's natural gas pipelines, Chile's copper mines, Australia's iron ore mines, Congo's cobalt mines—everything that humans define as a "resource" is undergoing redistribution!

And there is only one standard for this allocation—

That's the small group of people who own 0.1% of the world's personal assets; they and their assets fall into this category of 'equal distribution'!

Those offshore accounts hidden in tax havens, those equity structures concealed through layers of shell companies, and those family fortunes existing in the name of trust funds are all meaningless in the face of the Holy Father's power.

Dongjiang didn't even need to search for these assets; the moment he activated [Infinity], his understanding was elevated to an unimaginable level. He could see the distribution of wealth—not just a numerical distribution, but a distribution in terms of its existence.

Every penny, every ounce of gold, every piece of land, every drop of oil, and everything that humanity considers valuable, was presented to him as clearly as the stars in the night sky.

Then all he had to do was scatter the brightest 0.1% of the stars into dust and sprinkle it evenly over everyone!

At the same moment, all the people on Earth felt a strange warmth, not from the sun, but from the saint hovering above Tokyo. This warmth penetrated the skin, the flesh, and reached the depths of the soul.

Then—their gifts were presented to them.

The wallet suddenly felt heavy. The homeless man, who only had a few coins left in his pocket, tremblingly pulled out his wallet—inside was a gold card with a number printed on it.

He didn't recognize the number.

Because he had never seen so many zeros in his life.

An elderly man waiting to pay his bill at the hospital looked at the gold card that suddenly appeared in front of him, looked at the number on the card, and then looked at his bill.

The number had many more zeros than the bill.

Two billion people worldwide received the same golden card. Whether they were from a primitive tribe in New Guinea or a scientist at an Antarctic research station; whether they were children in Indian slums or citizens of Nordic welfare states—everyone received the exact same share.

Eight billion units, absolutely averaged.

Once they have this card in their hands, all they need to do is 'think' and they can use the points on it to conjure up any currency, or even resources themselves—gold, oil, steel, silver, anything!

At this very moment, those who once owned 0.1% of the world are experiencing the longest few minutes of their lives.

In France, the heir to a family owning three hundred vineyards watched helplessly as countless precious works of art and gold and jewels from his family's estates, passed down through seven generations, vanished into nothingness. He screamed in despair, trying to stop them, and ordered his servants to help, but they ignored him. For his servants had also found a gold card in their pockets.

The numbers on the card represent a staggering sum that most people could never earn in a lifetime!

In the United States, a hedge fund tycoon known for shorting subprime mortgages is now slumped amidst the ruins of his $200 million mansion. The mansion is gone, vanished in specks of light. Before him lies a gold card, the number on it a fraction of the numbers he once manipulated.

But there wasn't a single penny left in his account; his foundation, his company, his private jet, his yacht, his art collection—all gone.

And the maid he had once kicked out was now kneeling on the street, holding the gold card, tears streaming down her face.

This refugee from the Middle East didn't know many words, but she recognized the number.

That number had a full seven zeros!

The wish was fulfilled in an instant; Tsuruga successfully accomplished something that no regime or country could do.

Wealth should be distributed in a truly fair and complete manner!

Having done all this, Tsugumi lowered her hand and breathed a sigh of relief, and in the next moment—

He felt the overwhelming power of will coming from every corner of the world!

Some people were there, some were laughing, some were kneeling down to pray, some were frantically calling their loved ones, and some were standing still, wondering if they were dreaming.

And countless more people, an endless stream, began to cheer for a name as if they were in a frenzy!

"Saint Mammon! Saint Mammon! Saint Mammon!"

You are greater than God! No, you are God's true name. God is called Mammon, not Jehovah.

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Teeth!!!

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P.S.: I'll finish writing the everyday world tomorrow—after careful consideration, I realized there's really nothing left to write about the everyday crossover anime plots I originally laid out. Besides, with everyone already this strong, it's not appropriate to continue with the lovey-dovey stuff. It's better to go on a killing spree, that's more satisfying! Even if I were to write an everyday crossover anime urban show-off plot, I'd have to change the world and background to get started.

On the road to godhood, you must kill, kill, kill! :244. Slaughter all those OO bastards!

Damn, this energy consumption is no joke!

Dongjiang grimaced; after going through all that, half of the magic power in his body was gone!

This is still based on the fact that the magic power obtained from Asmodeus through usury had been exhausted long ago!

This kind of trick can't be repeated, or rather, it can't be done so crudely.

However, after trying it once, he finally understood what kind of power 'infinity' was.

In short—omniscient and omnipotent

The ability to grant wishes is activated, granting information about the corresponding wish. In that instant, Tsugumi learned about the assets and distribution of 0.1% of the world's population, as well as the calculation of those assets.

In short, it was a huge pile of complex and headache-inducing data, the kind of data that would lull Tsurugi to sleep with just a glance.

But now, he knows all of this data—of course, he immediately made himself forget about it after he was out of the state.

And omnipotence, just as its meaning suggests, is the fulfillment of desires.

A wish achieved through complete knowledge is not as crude as the Holy Grail of the Moon, but a truly perfect wish.

Wish-granting, a wish-making machine, omniscient and omnipotent—it can be described in any way you like. Truly, an omnipotent power!

The consumption is just too terrifying. He has accumulated so much magic power over such a long time, and with all the money Asmodeus has collected from his loan sharks, it's probably only enough for two or three uses!

Even if we need to do this mission of the Holy Father in the future, we should only do it when it is most necessary!

Tsugumi returned to the ground. In the café, the exorcists and priests who had fainted gradually woke up. They looked around blankly, not understanding what had just happened, while those who had woken up had watched the entire performance.

Their mouths gaped open in shock, panic, excitement, and trembling.

After all, miracles aren't something you see every day.

Tsugumi walked in, looking somewhat tired, but still sporting an infuriating smile. Ed instinctively shielded his wife, but Tsugumi simply walked to her seat, picked up her already cold coffee, and took a sip.

It tastes even worse than mud!

"Tsk." He put down his cup, turned around, and looked at the group of exorcists who were still in a daze. "Didn't you want to know who I am?"

He paused, then his smile became even brighter.

"I am the one who will make all of you millionaires."

"Ah, I know what you're thinking, what you mean." Tsurugi wagged her finger at them, teasingly.

"Why does God seem like a communist, especially when it comes to the idea of ​​equal distribution of wealth, right?"

"First, I am not your God. Second, even if He were to descend, you capitalists would be the first to die!"

"As for who I am? Imagine it all. Alright, I'm tired of playing your games. You can all enjoy your ill-gotten gains and have a good time in Tokyo~~~ while this place is still called Japan, hmm~"

"After all, tomorrow I will have the whole world in my hands."

After saying that, he smiled and turned into specks of light and disappeared, leaving behind only a crowd of people cheering wildly!

Next, he went to the old Shinomiya residence.

As if she had been prepared all along, Shinomiya Gan'an sat upright in the courtyard dressed in pure white, with a sharp wakizashi placed beside her.

"Do you regret it?" Tsurugi didn't waste any words, landing beside him and smiling.

Shinomiya Gan'an raised her head to look at Tsurugi, and after a moment, nodded heavily and said softly.

"If you had adopted this attitude from the beginning..."

There are no "what ifs." Shinomiya Gan'an's actions and choices were simply a matter of hedging his bets as a family patriarch.

On one hand, he accepted the help from Western countries, expressing his determination to join them; on the other hand, he allowed his youngest daughter to pass the message to Tsugumi. In this way, no matter which side won, the Shinomiya family would always have a chance to survive. But if he had to say, he would definitely favor Tsugumi.

It was also the choices made by his foolish and arrogant son, Un'ei, that had caused the Shinomiya family to fall out of favor with Tsugumi. By the time Shinomiya Gen'an discovered his underhanded schemes, it was too late. And as he said, if Tsugumi had displayed such absolute power from the beginning, instead of using underhanded tactics to control the upper echelons of Japan, Shinomiya Gen'an would have simply executed his son with ruthless efficiency!

Ultimately, it was his weakness as a person and a father that led him to know that Tsuruga was a man who couldn't tolerate any injustice. He had no other choice, and he was prepared to use his own and his son's lives to pave the way for his daughter and family.

Under Tsurugi's ambiguous smile, Shinomiya Gan'an pulled out his wakizashi, opened his abdomen, drew his sword without hesitation, plunged it into his abdomen, twisted it forcefully, and then slashed it open!

Without a second, seppuku is an extremely painful act. Even though the pain was almost unbearable, Shinomiya Gan'an pleaded with her head on the ground.

"My lord, please spare Kaguya. We will offer everything, and I have prepared a list for you to collect. Perhaps you don't need it, but..."

"Your daughter will work for me for the rest of her life, or rather, it will be her job almost forever," Tsurugi interrupted him, speaking slowly.

"After all, I can't manage anything, and someone has to do my job. Your soul will be judged fairly by me, which is my greatest mercy to you. As for your son's soul, it will be 'collected' by me after your daughter personally offers up his head."

Shinomiya Gan'an trembled, her face deathly pale, and nodded. Then, she lay prostrate, trembling and struggling for several minutes before finally breathing her last.

Dongjiang examined his soul for a moment, then threw it straight into hell.

I knew it! How many capitalists' souls can escape hell?

That's how the Shinomiya family is dealt with. Tsugumi needs tools to work for her. They're not indispensable, it's just that Tsugumi is too lazy to learn more about the people who work for her.

Although I don't care much about anything in this world, it's still necessary to protect my own property.

After dealing with the Shinomiya family, Tsugumi received a 'phone call'.

Intrigued, he abandoned his Canaan Lover project, which he was originally planning to start immediately, and returned to Aincrad to visit the bar in Asmodeus.

The area had been cleared out. Asmodeus sat in the center of the stage, looking at him with a complex expression.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly call me over? My Demon Lord." Tsugumi walked over lazily and smiled.

"Don't call me Demon King, I'm not worthy," Asmodeus sighed.

"You're not his illegitimate child, you're closer to him than his own son! If Lucifer knew that he would give you such help, he would be so angry that he wouldn't leave his ice cellar for a hundred thousand years!"

"So what is this thing?"

"According to your Eastern way of speaking, the old man has shown you a ladder to godhood just like his own, and he's using his own authority to guide you!" Asmodeus said with great envy.

“Holy Trinity, by completing the Trinity, you will have the opportunity to become an existence of equal status with Him, an honor that we absolutely do not possess.”

"Because you were not born holy, nor were you part of the old man's defeated and contained forces. You do not belong to mythology, and this insignificant identity is insignificant, yet it certainly gives you the right to climb higher."

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"And you, who can traverse countless worlds, also possess the ability to break free from the cage of ants who are just like you but cannot escape."

"Wow." Tsugumi remained remarkably calm. Rather than feeling excited, he viewed this as a long main quest and a temporary empty promise.