They don't want me to try anymore.

But the next second, some discordant mispronunciations appeared in the text.

You observe that the workers inside the factory are rapidly deteriorating, and outside, the remains of textile workers are piled up on the ground.

Pollution, disability, and excessively long working hours are among the factors contributing to a significant decrease in the average lifespan of workers.

Well……

This is not what I want to see.

Based on the basic qualities of a well-rounded young man from a previous life, Richard selected some other options.

You established a ten-hour workday and insurance system, banned child labor, increased wages for lower-level workers, and made every effort to protect their health. This earned you widespread praise, but also significantly increased factory costs.

But you seem to have forgotten one thing: in this best and worst of crazy times, human life is a worthless consumable.

You survived several assassination attempts, all of which Elsa thwarted. However, several of your key employees were kidnapped by mysterious death knights, and governments around the world claimed to know nothing about it. Shortly afterward, some of your technology was leaked to other companies.

Major powers begin imposing heavy taxes on your industries.

Due to technology leaks, increased taxes, and a sharp rise in costs, you are unable to withstand fierce competition, and your business empire is teetering on the brink of collapse.

[Inspired by you, some workers in your competitor's factory decided to rebel. They gathered three thousand people, but due to a lack of organization and professionals, they were easily defeated by five silver-rank mercenary mages.]

Your competitors bribed a newspaper to claim that your ban on child labor is discriminatory against children and deprives them of their right to grow up.

You've come to understand a principle: even someone as wealthy as you will be abandoned by money if you can't make it grow. You're never the master of money, but its slave.

Mom!

Why has the situation taken such a sharp turn for the worse?

However, perhaps this is simply an inevitable trend of the times...

Moreover, this is a world where extraordinary powers exist, and some things may manifest in more intense and distorted forms...

Having figured this out, Richard suddenly felt utterly uninterested in the achievements he had made in the simulation.

He chose to give up on his career and focus most of his energy on Elsa.

Instead of expanding, you struggled to maintain your own businesses, while setting aside a portion of your funds to frantically build streetlights in major cities, much to the bewilderment of others.

Every night you will have a candlelight dinner with Elsa, and afterwards you will have an open and honest conversation with her, talking about life all night long.

You all had a good time.

Inside the Temple of Calamity.

The black dragon is grinding its teeth!

Feeling good? Yeah, right! I'm in a terrible mood!

Being completely honest with each other...it's infuriating!

They're clearly like insects... Hey, at least I should be on top!

Wait, what's this strange thing... some kind of mysterious gadget to be used in the middle of the night? Nobody believes you, you cunning human!

However, the black dragon was not angry for long.

Her attention was quickly drawn to a new event.

He discovered your attempt to break the seal.

Chapter Four: Pain, So Much Pain

Tch, did you realize that already...?

In that case, this simulation should probably come to an end.

All things considered, I've gained quite a lot. I should be able to keep it a secret for longer next time, right?

Hmm, next time...

This audacious human must be severely punished!

Faced with the sudden information, Heilong remained calm and made a choice.

You gently kissed your sleeping partner's forehead, left without a word, and quietly departed your dwelling into the night, heading towards the destined duel ground.

Why did you kiss me before you left?

Me in the simulator, you'd better stop!

the other side.

Richard saw the notification immediately.

You sensed Elsa getting up, but remained silent, because this wasn't the first time she had mysteriously gone out.

But soon, you sense a terrifying magical fluctuation coming from afar. Your intuition tells you that this is related to Elsa; she may have encountered an unprecedented enemy and is in mortal danger.

【please choose:】

[1. Grab your gear and head out to rescue them—Whitey is a treasure of the world, we cannot afford to lose him!]

2. I don't care, I just want to sleep—there's a black hole in the warm blankets, I can't resist it!

Is this still a choice?

I'm already tired of the life of a big capitalist!

Richard, on his deathbed, sat bolt upright and grabbed all his equipment and trump cards from the mansion's secret vault, rushing straight to the scene.

Although his strength has always been steadily suppressed by Elsa over the years, with the help of his money, he has actually risen to the peak of Silver rank. With those precious combat equipment, he is enough to fight against Gold rank opponents.

But he knew in his heart that this was far from enough.

He had been trying to investigate Elsa's identity, and although he had found nothing, he had determined that she was at least a Gold Saint.

If an enemy can put a woman like this in such a difficult situation, then the enemy must be even stronger than the female sword saint Luvia from back then!

However, when he arrived at the scene, he realized that he had oversimplified things.

Using your self-developed experimental airship, you quickly arrived at a location several kilometers away. You discovered that a deserted island that should have existed there had vanished, leaving only scattered, shattered rocks struggling to emerge from the inexplicably turbulent sea.

Elsa stood on a large rock, appearing relatively alert, but her long dress was torn in half, revealing bloodstains on her exposed fair skin. Her hands and feet were trembling slightly, clearly indicating that she had suffered extremely serious injuries.

[Then you look at the enemy opposite you, but at the same time, Elsa shouts at you, "Don't look!"]

Unfortunately, it was too late. You looked up and stared directly at Him.

[That was not a human, a dragon, or a demon, but some unimaginable creation, its skeleton composed of three superimposed, rotating, enormous silver-white halos, upon which thousands of human right hands in various poses were inserted out of thin air, and at the core of the halos were enormous eyeballs at least one meter in diameter.]

The instant your eyes meet theirs, dozens of different voices—men, women, young and old—sound in your ears, like a grand chorus, uttering various words such as order, light, God, and supreme.

[You feel a sharp pain in your head and frantically lower your head and close your eyes. The next second, all the mental defense artifacts on your body shatter, but luckily you are unharmed.]

You hear Elsa shout, "This is between you and me, it has nothing to do with him, let him go!"

The voices of dozens of men, women, and children gradually merged into a single, androgynous voice, replying, "The final day is approaching... He is of great value... You offer your life, and then have him sign a contract with me... and he will be alright."

You vaguely understand what this means: Elsa is destined to die, but you have the opportunity to sell yourself into slavery and eke out a living under the control of this unknown being.

Outside the simulator, Richard let out a cold laugh.

How could I possibly agree to something like that?

He'd rather be Luvia's son-in-law!

That said, isn't this giant halo's power already surpassing that of a legendary being? Is it a god?

My simulation, from prince to king to prisoner, then escape and rise to become a tycoon, is legendary enough. In the end, let's end it with a battle with the gods.

If Elsa could escape, that would be the best outcome...

Richard took a deep breath and revealed his final card.

Elsa accepted the advice of this unknown being and persuaded you to save your life.

But you rejected her.

Is there something you'd rather protect than your own life?

[Under Elsa's incredulous gaze, you rushed towards that unknown being.]

[During the journey, you activated a magic scroll on your person. It was a legendary, top-tier forbidden technique found in ancient ruins by an expedition team under your company. You originally intended to use it on those annoying imperial politicians.]

[As it turns out, this thing really works. After being swept by a storm of thunder and fire, the halo trembled, and the unknown entity temporarily disappeared—it seems that this was not its true form.]

As the price, you also lost your life.

On your deathbed, Elsa held you in her arms. Facing your weeping partner, you entrusted her with the half-finished manuscript of "On Money," revealing your true identity. From that moment on, you had no more secrets from her.

Finally, you looked tenderly into her eyes, stroked her tear-stained pale cheeks, and uttered your last words:

【"I love you."】

This simulation has ended.

call……

It's finally over.

Elsa's identity is truly remarkable; in the end, even a god-level being was brought into the picture. Just who is she?

Hmm... never mind, if I can't guess, I won't guess.