The golden button at the bottom of the System console pulsed like the beating heart of a newborn star.
[SPEND 100% OF COSMIC ORIGIN TREASURY ON EVERY 80+ GOODNESS BEING IN EXISTENCE]
[TOTAL RECIPIENTS: 100,000,000,000,000+ PURE SOULS ACROSS ALL 3,000 UNIVERSES]
[TOTAL TRANSACTION VALUE: 100,000,000,001,000,000,000,000 CHAOS ORIGIN UNITS (100.0 SEXTILLION COU)]
The Chairman’s golden phantom shrieked with absolute, hysterical fury, its holographic crown shattering into jagged fragments of light:
“STOP! DO NOT PRESS THAT BUTTON! Lin Mo, you are destroying eighty thousand epochs of order! If you give all the wealth away, who will work the mines?! Who will pay the interest?! Who will fear the debt?! A universe where no one is starving is an unmanageable mob!”
Lin Mo looked up at the screeching phantom, his eyes calm, clear, and completely unimpressed.
“An unmanageable mob?” Lin Mo asked, his voice steady as bedrock. “You mean a universe where honest people don’t have to sell their children to buy bread? Where sick grandmothers don’t have to freeze in dark rooms? Where workers get paid what they earned instead of having their wages siphoned by parasites?”
