MTL - The Slag Gong wants to Kill me - Chapter 31

[Hi, I am Poppy Hardy, Your system general manager. You have finally gain access to the entire fund on the system. Congratulations. $100,000,000,000,000 have been unlocked. You can now donate as you want. You can now investment as you want. You can spend as you want. Good luck host. Become the most beloved man on earth] Once bullied, once humiliated, once he begged like a dog, but now everybody wants lick his feet. Ethan Winston, The remarkable Giver! Godly Investor! To hell with you all. I would provide and protect those in my heart!

Lassen, a young man who has failed at everything in his life, has had enough. Disillusioned with the world, he decides to end it all. But instead of dying, he wakes up in a parallel world, armed with a strange system that can accomplish anything he desires. Trapped in his room, reading novels and savoring every page, he has no intention of participating in the fast-paced world outside.Yet, despite his desire for peace, the world changes every time he makes an appearance. Everyone treats him like a genius, a being capable of disrupting the very fabric of reality, without lifting a finger. A powerful system, a new life, and a world that adapts to him: why complicate things when you can have everything without effort?The Genius System tells the story of a man who, although having everything to change the world, prefers to watch it evolve from the comfort of his room, through the pages of his books.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

He put one hand on the door beside her head before leaning forward. What was he doing? Trying to intimidate her again?