While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

Nearly twenty minutes later, the recorded speech by President Roosevelt on the radio finally ended.

Like countless ordinary American families, a heated discussion broke out in Tom's household.

Tom's father, Leonard, slammed his fist on the table and began to curse:

"Damn shorty, how dare they launch a sneak attack on America!"

Penny clasped her hands together and prayed to God:

"Is another war coming? May God protect every child."

A few seconds later, Leonard's eyes turned red, and he suggested to Tom:

"Tom, why don't you join the army and teach those shorty bastards a lesson!"

Before Leonard could finish speaking, Penny's body involuntarily trembled.

She recalled some unpleasant scenes; she had experienced World War I, and many of her relatives had lost their lives on the European battlefields.

Penny grasped Tom's hands with both of them, her eyes slightly brimming with tears, and said:

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"Tom, promise your mother you won't go to war. Your mother is worried about you."

Unlike his parents, Tom's expression did not change much.

As a time traveler from the future, he knew the gap between Japan and the United States better than those who experienced history firsthand.

Japan is just a desperate gambler hoping to scare away his opponents by betting everything he has.

What Japan doesn't know, or even if it does know, is why it's gambling—the chips Japan bets with its entire fortune don't even have the face value of the cheapest chips in America.

And the United States has hundreds or even thousands of such bargaining chips.

The outcome of this war was sealed from the moment President Roosevelt delivered his speech.

America can lose countless times, but Japan cannot afford to lose even once.

Seeing his parents' expressions—one angry, the other worried—Tom smiled and said:

"Japan can't defeat us. Even if they do, they'll attack the west coast first, while we'll be on the east coast."

"Instead of worrying about the Japanese, we should think about how to repay the eight thousand dollars we owe the Corleone family."

As Tom spoke, he couldn't help but want to curse the original owner a few times.

The original owner was not only a bookworm who studied to death, but what was worse was that he borrowed money to go to school and accumulated a debt of eight thousand US dollars over four years of college.

Eight thousand dollars would have been a considerable sum in Tom's time before he traveled back in time.

In America today, the average monthly income is only around sixty dollars, so eight thousand dollars is an astronomical figure.

One dollar now is equivalent to one hundred dollars before time travel, and an eight thousand dollar debt is equivalent to eight hundred thousand dollars.

Fortunately, the original owner owed money to the local mafia, with interest rates much lower than banks, and the mafia boss was much easier to talk to.

Of course, low interest rates come at a price, and being easy to talk to comes with its own set of problems.

If you can't repay your bank loans, the worst that can happen is going to court, going bankrupt, or not being able to find a legitimate job.

Even when homeless people are on the verge of being killed, there is a grace period of several years.

If you still can't pay back the Mafia, just sprinkle some spices on yourself.

This makes it easier for Atlantic sharks to eat them quickly and efficiently.

Penny frowned slightly and asked Tom, puzzled:

"East Coast? Is New York City on the East Coast?"

"I always thought it was the South Coast because New York is a southern city."

Tom's lips twitched slightly as he heard Penny's answer.

The level of education among Americans really needs improvement.

The New York City we've always lived in is actually located in the far northeast of America, and it's my hometown.

Leonard forced a smile and said with a guilty look:

"Don't worry, Godfather Vito said there's no rush to pay back the money."

"If all else fails, you can join their family. His daughter Connie really likes you."

"If you're willing to marry Connie, in addition to having your debts forgiven, Godfather Vito is also willing to give you a letter of recommendation from the bar association as a wedding gift."

"With a letter of recommendation from the bar association, you can achieve your dream—becoming a lawyer."

As Leonard spoke, his eyes welled up with tears, and he said with a hint of sobbing:

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. My father is useless. He can't even afford the child's tuition, let alone a letter of recommendation."

Connie Corleone?

Tom recalled her, the youngest daughter of the Corleone family, a lively and lovely little girl, never expecting that she would like him.

But she's only fourteen years old, right?

Tom is not a fan of 9mm copper bullets.

Moreover, Tom knew that once he married the Corleone family's daughter, even if he became a lawyer, he would be a gangster lawyer.

Tom has no intention of becoming a lawyer, let alone a gangster lawyer.

Tom had already planned his future the day after he traveled through time.

Tom stroked his chin, replying with a touch of narcissism:

"I never imagined my face would be worth so much, enough to get eight thousand dollars and a letter of recommendation."

"But I refuse. I won't sacrifice my looks."

"Of course, it's mainly because the Corleone family isn't influential enough. If it were Elizabeth's daughter or Roosevelt's daughter, I would definitely agree."

"Don't worry, I've found a way to make money."

Leonard and Penny thought Tom was joking. Elizabeth was the Queen of England and Roosevelt was the President of the United States. How could their daughters possibly be interested in Tom?

But Tom wasn't joking. After all, he was a transmigrator with a system. Was it too much to ask that his wife be the daughter of a high-ranking official?

The threshold for having a lover can be lowered a bit, as long as the House of Commons agrees.

Tom pointed to the radio and continued speaking to the two of them:

"War is about to begin; when the cannons roar, gold will flow in abundance."

"I'm a government employee now. As long as war breaks out, there are plenty of ways for people in the government to make money."

"Don't worry, you two, I'm going to sleep now."

Tom glanced at his watch; it was almost ten o'clock, time for the system settlement. He ignored his parents and hurried back to his room to begin today's system settlement.

At ten o'clock sharp, a panel appeared in Tom's mind:

[Congratulations, host, you have survived another day in the perilous Warhammer universe.]

[Host is about to fall asleep. The Warhammer Diary system has begun recording today's events. Please wait patiently.]

Thinking back to his first day after transmigrating, Tom was terrified by the system.

I woke up to find myself transported to another world and awakened a system.

This should have been a good thing, but the system, which called itself the "Warhammer Diary System," congratulated the host on transmigrating to the "Warhammer 40k" universe and becoming a lucky "Bottom Nest Rat."

Anyone with a normal heart would be startled; Tom was almost scared to death on his golden throne.

Warhammer 40k universe, even a dog wouldn't wear that.

Tom was completely bewildered and could only pin his hopes on the system, wondering if it was some kind of Land of Light Diary System.

As long as you write down the bullying incident in a notebook, hundreds of beams of light, each tens of meters tall, will break through the dimensional barrier and come to you.

One punch, one Khorne; one kick, one Nurgle.

Even Tzeentch has to believe in the light; Slaanesh directly became the administrator of the NoFap forum.

Even an emperor would have to leave the golden toilet and stand up to offer a toast to the light.