And now... he had a cheat!
Oh, wait, no—it was a 'Golden Thigh.'
Roser's lips curled into a smirk, the kind that made people want to smack the look right off his face.
In theory, however, no two men were created equal. Some were born with better memories, some with higher intelligence, some could run faster... and then there were those born with Double Pupils or the Innate Saintly Body Dao Fetus...
Everyone had their own talent, and his talent was simply the [Matrix].
As everyone knows, something involving talent can't be called 'cheating.'
Therefore, he wasn't cheating.
Roser immediately felt at peace with himself, his face beaming with joy.
Ding! 80,000,000 Yen has been deposited into your bank account. Note: Hello, Mr. Roser. I am Sosuke Iino. I am immensely grateful for your help with my daughter. This is a small token of my appreciation; please accept it.
It was like a signal flare.
Ding! 20,000,000 Yen has been deposited into your bank account. Please check. Note: Hello, Mr. Roser, I am Shiranui...
Ding! 8,000,000 Yen has been deposited...
Ding! Bank deposit...
The 'ding-ding-ding' of incoming transfers didn't stop. It was too melodious—pure bliss.
I really wish this sound would keep playing until tomorrow.
However, there were only forty-four students in the class. Even with parents from other classes who heard the news and sent money, there were only about sixty transfers in total.
Among all the payments, there weren't many that exceeded ten million.
After all, there were only a few 'Pillar of the State' level conglomerates like the Shinomiya Group. Even if they were facing internal and external strife, they weren't the kind of entity smaller financial groups could mess with.
Furthermore, a conglomerate didn't belong to an individual; it belonged to a collective power.
The majority of it consisted of shares in various companies and real estate—that was the real bulk of it.
Take the Shinomiya Group, for example, with an industry worth over a trillion US dollars.
Various buildings, power plants, shopping malls, land, and shares in international giants like Apple were the main components. If they could mobilize ten billion dollars in actual cash on hand, they'd be thanking the heavens.
Kaguya Shinomiya's brother, Oko, would probably need the signatures of countless elders just to move funds. In the current state of the Shinomiya family, he would probably break down in tears of joy if he had a few hundred million dollars in his private cash reserves.
After all, his father wasn't dead yet. They were just fighting over the inheritance. The money didn't belong to them; at most, they could line their own pockets.
(Anyone who has run a company should know that most money on the books is used for normal operations; year-end dividends depend on profits. This money belongs to the Shinomiya Group, not Oko. He has younger siblings; he's just a second-generation manager acting as a placeholder.)
Regardless, it was a massive sum of money. Tens of millions, millions, and even hundreds of thousands all added up...
Roser received a total of 1,147,000,000 Yen.
That was roughly 57 million RMB.
The Shinomiya family contributed about sixteen million, while the jewelry tycoon Onodera family contributed thirteen million, making up the bulk of it.
Hiss—
Roser sucked in a breath of cold air.
Damn, an average small conglomerate might not even have as much cash as he did.
To put it simply: he was financially free.
He finally understood why people were so easily corrupted and willing to be dogs for the conglomerates. The cost-performance ratio was simply too high.
Even the damn Matrix discriminated against poor people. This haul of Heavenly Dao Jades from Shuchiin Academy was probably more than he'd get from deceiving three thousand poor ghosts.
"Creator, please recognize objective reality. The Matrix is merely a mechanical calculation device; it lacks a self and does not discriminate.
Reality dictates that for those who control the majority of resources, any anomaly will have a massive impact on the world. This is an objective fact."
"Tch—so it's just about harvesting those who hold the resources, huh? Just wait until my plan succeeds; they'll have something to cry about then."
Roser curled his lip.
Alright, he was just hating on the rich.
After all, in his two lives, he'd only met three wealthy people whose money was clean. The other ninety-nine percent was stained with blood.
And what about here in Japan?
Take his ex-girlfriend Haruno's family, the Yukinoshita family—they were considered quite clean.
But they were in construction, and her grandfather's generation was the largest Yakuza organization in Chiba...
In fact, the Hiratsuka Group had split off from them.
"It is hoped that the Creator will maintain the world order, act according to the Way of Heaven, and govern all phenomena. Only then can you grow rapidly."
"Yeah, I think the Way of Heaven is for everyone to be happy and healthy, for parents in every family to have time for their children, for every child to have a healthy childhood, and for everyone to have security in old age.
Work should only be a part of life. Every year, people should have enough vacation time to spend with their families and see the world's scenery..."
Roser suddenly shifted his tone: "But obviously, relying on the self-awareness of the capitalists in this world is impossible. In that case, I, Megatron from outer space, will have to give them a little taste of an 'alien shock'!"
Matrix: "...If that is the Creator's ideal, it will be quite difficult..."
Roser: "..."
Damn, even his 'Golden Thigh' thought it was hard?
*
Roser wasn't the type to let melancholy or hesitation dwell in his mind.
If he couldn't think of a way today, he'd think of one tomorrow. Happiness in the present was what mattered most.
As he walked out of the school's athletic zone, he was met with the sight of burning clouds at the edge of the sky—magnificent like fire, brilliant and soft.
They shone upon the glass windows of distant skyscrapers, sparkling with a dazzling gold, but on the other side, dark clouds were already rolling in. It looked like the weather was about to turn.
After all, it was summer; rain clouds came and went as they pleased.
He walked through the long corridors and along the bluestone paths of the campus, watching boys and girls pass by—some laughing and joking, some in a hurry, others elegant and refined with demure smiles.
Feeling the breath of youth, he felt himself becoming younger as well.
"Hey, you black-stockinged fatty, how long do I have to wait for you?"
Suddenly, a girl's dissatisfied voice caught his attention.
It was an exquisite and petite mixed-race girl.
She had beautiful, silky blonde hair and wore small black leather boots, with a pair of black stockings outlining her slender legs.
From Roser's perspective, he could see the sliver of tender, porcelain-white thigh revealed between her skirt and stockings—dazzlingly white.
This girl's shoulders, arms, legs, and waist were all excessively slender, yet below the waist, her figure suddenly curved out into an exaggerated, 'childbearing' fullness. The contrast with her thin waist was striking.
Without even looking at her face, Roser knew exactly who it was—that black-stockinged 'thick' Utaha... ah, wait.
As expected.
"Is it really a golden retriever dog? Getting all worked up after just a moment?"
A girl with long, straight black hair that shimmered with a hint of purple at the ends spoke. She had enchanting wine-red eyes and an exquisitely clean, heart-shaped face. A single beauty mark added a touch of mature, 'wife-like' allure to her.
She possessed all of Eriri's strengths, plus one extra advantage...
She had a pair of perfectly shaped teardrop assets that men have craved since they were in the womb.
At the moment, she was crossing her arms, causing them to overflow—a testament to their softness.
However, the most eye-catching feature was her long, straight, and tight legs—perfect to an otherworldly degree.
The sunlight reflected off the smooth skin peeping from between her skirt and the stockings, revealing a rounded, tempting curve with a delicate luster...
Tsk.
She drew the gazes of every boy and girl around.
Roser was no exception, but he possessed extreme self-control. Moreover, his ex-girlfriends weren't any worse than her, so he only glanced casually for five minutes. Once the two of them walked away, he resolutely withdrew his gaze...
*
"So, why the hell did I dare to rent the Saeki House before?!"
Roser was a man of action.
After admiring the high school girls, he went straight to a car dealership, traded in his old clunker, and drove home in an Audi.
And then... there was no 'then.'
Looking at the somewhat old, wooden, single-family house before him, he actually hesitated to enter.
The nameplate had a few rusty characters.
They were partially obscured by dark red stains, but one could still faintly make out the words 'Saeki House.'
And at the second-floor window, a cold little boy was faintly visible, staring intently at him.
Yes.
His residence in Tokyo was this very Saeki House.
It was incredibly cheap, only 30,000 Yen a month—practically a 90% discount sale.
But now that his memories had awakened, he was struck with sudden realization...
Don't tell me a housewife named Kayako lives inside.
Also, you little brat, you're still looking?
Believe it or not, Uncle will go up there and 'hehe' your mom, and then 'hehe'?!
"Are you sure this thing is afraid of me? Matrix, this thing can even fragment space-time and perform infinite restarts!"
Roser's heels felt like they were welded to the spot; he just wouldn't step inside.
Kayako was one of the three great shadows of his childhood, alongside Sadako and Chu Renmei. Unless Uncle Jiu himself showed up, he was genuinely a bit spooked.
"Kayako is a derivative of urban legends. While she is unsuitable as an energy supplement, she lacks the ability to harm the Creator and will instinctively fear you."
I've lived here for half a year; isn't it a bit late to be scared now...
"Related to urban legends?"
Roser gradually puffed out his chest and straightened his back. He waved directly at the second floor. "Yo, it's Toshio~! Waiting for me to come home? How well-behaved! Here, I brought you a workbook. See if you like it!"
Matrix: "Can you damn well act like a human being for once?"
Acting all arrogant as soon as you get the upper hand, huh? Are you Kazuma? Also, when did you even buy that?
In the next moment.
The pale-faced boy's pitch-black eyes noticeably widened.
A purplish-blue arm suddenly reached out, grabbed the 'obedient' boy, and pulled him back. Not even an eye remained visible; they were clearly very shy.
"Miss Landlady, I'll leave the workbook on the stairs for you. Remember to pick it up later. A child's future must be grasped from a young age; he can't lose at the starting line!"
Instantly.
The shrill, 'grateful' wailing of the little boy upstairs grew even louder.
"It seems Toshio is very happy too."
Having done a good deed, Roser felt satisfied and pushed open the door.
However, it seemed that evil spirits still retained a portion of their consciousness...
*
PS: Market value — Liquid capital — Private funds — Private funds belonging to a second generation: these are all completely different concepts.
Oko is just a second-generation scion; the brothers are fighting over the family property. The Shinomiya Group is a conglomerate. Tencent's market value is 750 billion USD, more than half of the Shinomiya Group. Yet, the total liquid cash the entire Tencent Group can mobilize is about 38 billion RMB (a few billion USD), which is considered healthy.
This free cash flow belongs to the massive entity of Tencent, not to the boss personally. It's the same with the Shinomiya Group; there might be hundreds or thousands of shareholders. You might own 20% or 30%, but Oko is still just a second-gen manager. Having a private fortune of a few billion USD is already a lot while his father is still alive.
Furthermore, it's mostly held in stocks and assets. While the companies have cash flow, having even 100 million USD in personal cash would be an exaggeration. That's not even counting the funds needed to win over factions.
People with massive private cash are either 'pigs' who hit the jackpot during a boom period or relatives of corrupt officials who don't dare have assets in their own name domestically.
In my town, there's a local boss who can pull out 100 or 200 million in cash. Why? Because he's poor—he has no way to invest and preserve value, so he can only watch his money depreciate.
To put it more clearly: imagine you have assets worth 10 million. Your house is worth 12 million, you owe 3 million in mortgage, you have 800,000 worth of stocks, and 200,000 in cash. Does that help you understand?
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