Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

”Tycoon” He Jucai, ”Unique Class - Capitalist”.

”Capitalist - Basic Ability: All amounts spent and gains earned from player business investments, financial investments, and other actions conforming to the definition of ’capital operation’ will be converted into ’Wealth Points.’ Wealth Points can be reconverted into general equivalents circulating in the current world for withdrawal.”

Possesses ”Advanced Items” including [Class Item - Market], [Specialized Item - Investment Action], and [Exclusive Item - Wealth Privilege].

[Market: The Capitalist can recycle any materials or items recognized by the system, converting them into Wealth Points.]

[Investment Action: The Capitalist’s Wealth Points can be directly used to strengthen himself and items in his possession, with the strengthening process treated as a form of ”capital operation.” The effectiveness of strengthening depends on the amount invested, and any destruction caused is counted as ”returns.”]

[Wealth Privilege: Unlocks a new privilege, the ”Exclusive System Mall,” where Wealth Points can be used to exchange for ’Capitalist’-exclusive items and services.]

[Description: Wealth whispers, my dear friend, my esteemed sir, my great Excellency.]

[Notes: Already redeemed ”Fortune Piggy Bank (70,000 points)”, ”Commercial Medical Insurance (5,000,000 points)”, ”Hayek’s Invisible Hand (300,000 points)”, ”Collector Title (100,000,000 points)”, ”Shell Company on a Nameless Island (3,000 points)”, ”Inside Information (20,000 points)”, ”Professional Legal Consultant (5,000 points)”, ”Professional Financial Advisor (9,000 points)”, ”Celebrity Suit (2,000 points)”, ”Private Life Assistant (800 points)”, ”Health Consultant (1,000 points)”.]

Without a doubt, as a ’Unique Class,’ the ’Capitalist’ wasn’t particularly strong in the early stages.

In fact... it provided almost no substantial help in clearing the game.

However, this was a ’Unique Class’ that emphasized accumulation—whether it was the early-stage ”Wealth Points” or the ”Exclusive System” mall brought by the [Exclusive Item - Wealth Privilege], both allowed him to continuously grow.

Although Lin Yu couldn’t know these details precisely, from the Tycoon’s daily demeanor and the first time he witnessed the Tycoon’s combat style just now, he could roughly guess the characteristics of this ’Class.’

”No wonder he’s sometimes generous and sometimes stingy with his spending—his ’money’ seems to be directly linked to combat power.”

Lin Yu mused inwardly.

From this perspective, although Qingsheng Group was already a leading enterprise in Jiangcheng, it was still holding the Tycoon back.

If the Tycoon’s family owned some top-tier national mega-corporation, or even some multinational monopoly conglomerate, wouldn’t the Tycoon be able to just rip that bastard Diviner’s head off and play with it like a ball?

After all, Lin Yu knew very well...

The amount of wealth commanded by the world’s most elite billionaires, compared to a small-time rich guy like the Tycoon, was an even greater gap than between himself and the Tycoon.

But then...

Judging by the current battle results, at least the Tycoon was handling Nineteen with ease.

He didn’t even unfold his ’Heart Domain,’ instantly one-shotting his opponent.

But Lin Yu knew...

This was only the ”prelude.”

After all, since the Tycoon had already arrived... the other heavy hitters wouldn’t be far behind.

Sure enough, while Nineteen was still mid-flight, another strange sound came from the hole in the ceiling above.

Without a single moment of mourning for Nineteen’s defeat, the next one to arrive on the battlefield was...

”Aiya what the hell how is someone here even before me and why are the ’Marauders’ already down on the ground goddamn it ’Chlorpromazine’ what the fuck are you doing get your ass out here and explain the situation!”

A voice even more lacking in decency than the Tycoon’s straightforward rage upon his entrance rang out. Despite its sweet and lovely timbre, with the addition of the extremely fast speech and the obvious high-latitude accent, no one would think the newcomer was someone to mess with.

The one who arrived was none other than the ’Psychological Society’ S-Class Specialist, ’Dolantine’!

A petite white-haired girl descended from above, wearing a pair of rabbit-themed cotton slippers on her feet.

She wore only a plain white cotton T-shirt with four bold ink characters printed on it: ”I Am Supreme.”

At this moment, Dolantine had landed less than five meters from the Tycoon—a distance that, for two experts of their caliber, was practically no different from standing right on top of each other.

Chlorpromazine poked his head out from the ceiling and spoke up: ”Watch out, Dolantine, this old guy is fierce—the intensity of his attack just now was definitely not something a Rank 27 would use! That ’Nineteen’ from the ’Marauders’ got one-shot in an instant!”

”And he’s in a super-rage state right now—because that Marauder bastard seems to have killed his capable subordinate.”

Listening to Chlorpromazine’s words, Dolantine gritted her teeth and said: ”Damn it, I told that idiot Wundt not to cooperate with those ’Marauders’ morons. Those bastards with inferior gunpowder stuffed in their brain folds, acting like oversized firecrackers, only ever make things more complicated—you keep an eye on that guy who got kicked to death like roadside trash, I’ll hold the line for now.”

Chlorpromazine nodded: ”Fine, but why is it just you... Where’s Sister Fluoxetine and Little Potassium? Aren’t they coming?”

”Fluoxetine said she has to babysit some little girl so she can’t make it. Don’t know what kind of massive illness she’s having, and I can’t be bothered to care. Little Potassium should be on the way,” Dolantine sighed. ”But ’Lacan’ should be arriving shortly.”

Chlorpromazine let out a relieved breath: ”Teacher Lacan is almost here? That’s good!”

Upon hearing this, the Tycoon seemed even more expectant than Chlorpromazine: ”Oh... Lacan will be here soon, I see.”

Dolantine sighed: ”Oh, that’s right, I remember now—you seem to have a grudge with Lacan...”

The Tycoon nodded: ”Indeed, so... I look forward to it.”

”Being all polite and proper—but I think we should skip the pleasantries!”

Dolantine raised her hand, and a pair of short-handled hammers appeared in her grasp.

They were cast from solid silver-white metal, with hammer heads only the size of fists, adorned with blades that emitted a faint blue glow.

The design was primitive, but the technology seemed highly advanced.

”This thing’s name probably has some ’particle vibration’ prefix attached to it.”

Lin Yu, lying on the ground, couldn’t help but quip.

And as he spoke, Dolantine had already swung both hammers in wide arcs, smashing them toward the Tycoon.

”BANG!”

The Tycoon crossed his arms, blocking the hammer strike with his forearms.

Although his forearms visibly fractured and deformed from the impact, [Commercial Medical Insurance] immediately repaired his arms.

”You rotten old bastard, you’re goddamn unkillable!”

Dolantine spat, then swung a groin kick at the Tycoon’s crotch, her rabbit slipper lunging out as swiftly as a bunny snapping at a carrot.

”BANG!”

The Tycoon raised his knee to block Dolantine’s groin kick—even with [Commercial Medical Insurance], he didn’t want to take a hit there.

Then, the Tycoon fired back.

”You little shit, your moves are goddamn dirty!”