People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Beth stared intently at the naked man before her, her face filled with murderous intent. Gritting her teeth, she said, each word deliberate and deliberate, "Fine! Add another million, and I'll buy his life!"

"readily!"

Suren snapped his fingers, stepped forward to untie Beth, and handed her a cell phone.

After confirming that the transfer of two million US dollars had been successfully deposited into the designated account, Suren tightly bound the middle-aged man to the tiger chair.

No matter how much the man cried and begged, or even offered a worthless check, trying to buy back his life at double the price.

Suren curled her lip in disdain.

Judging from your current crying and wailing, you don't look like a rich person.

"The rest is up to you, Miss Beth." Suren gave a graceful, slight bow, pointing to the rows of gruesome torture instruments. "I'll be waiting for you outside."

With a kick, Suren slammed the iron gate shut. He heard a pig-like scream coming from inside, a scream that could probably only be heard in the proctology department of a hospital.

Regardless of the dire situation inside, after working for most of the night, Suren finally had time to take stock of her gains.

He couldn't wait to bring up the system panel and check the information.

[Ding! Legitimate and legal labor income detected: US$2,000,000]

[Side Quest: Sparta's Deep-Seated Debts - Progress Updated.]

[Current progress: $2,000,000 / $100,000,000]

[Two million in debt has been automatically deducted. Reward: Two one-time trial magic item draws]

Hearing the notification sound of the text message on her phone, Su Lun was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening.

"Wait, what about my 20 million? Why wasn't it included in the calculation?"

He carefully examined the system panel, wondering if there was some kind of bug.

It wasn't until Suren's gaze fell on the explanatory text below the debt progress bar that she discovered the problem.

Please repay all debts through legitimate channels.

Suren slapped his forehead, suddenly remembering that the system had indeed given him this message when he triggered this side quest before.

I was just so stunned by the countless zeros after the hundred million dollars that I subconsciously ignored it.

But upon closer examination, it makes sense. Without this restriction, he could simply put on a hood and work as a professional thug in Los Santos for a couple of days.

At that point, he could fill in a hole worth hundreds of millions overnight, let alone a hundred million. The system obviously wouldn't allow him to exploit such a loophole.

After a brief moment of surprise, even though Suren was usually very calm, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Since the system doesn't recognize this debt, it means that this huge sum of money has become his personal asset!

Through a legitimate transaction, he obtained two precious magical artifact extraction rights, while the 20 million he extorted from Ingrid remained untouched in his private account because it did not meet the system's criteria!

If the system really transfers away that 20 million, wouldn't he still be a poor, miserable man after he finishes his work?

He's different now; he actually has 20 million in his pocket.

When that old bastard Dante comes back, I'm going to give him a real strawberry sundae bath and show him what the power of capital really is.

Putting aside her daydreams about the wonderful life that was about to begin, Suren, full of anticipation, issued new instructions:

"System, give me a lottery draw!"

The lottery wheel I had imagined didn't appear, and there wasn't even a single golden light effect.

After he issued the command, the system paused only slightly before a new prompt appeared.

Congratulations on winning: Faust's Hat (One-time use only)

Congratulations on obtaining: Yama's Blade (One-time Use Right)

Upon seeing the names of these two magical artifacts, Suren's expression froze.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be happy about my good luck or to say that I was unlucky.

【Faust's Hat】: Can directly consume the user's money to unleash a devastating attack.

【Yamato】: Virgil's magical artifact, a samurai sword that can easily cut through space, tear apart dimensions, and even separate good and evil in people. It is extremely sharp.

The Faust Hat is one thing, it's a pay-to-win weapon, but given his current wealth, it's actually quite useful.

But what about the Yamato? That's a top-tier divine weapon capable of cutting through space!

This knife is undoubtedly a top-tier (T0) weapon under any circumstances; he should be laughing all the way to the bank.

But unfortunately, it only has the right to use it once.

To be honest, in his previous life, when he played video games, he was a hopelessly hoarding glutton.

If the trial card they give him is too low-quality, he won't bother using it.

But if the trial card they give him is too high-end, he'll be reluctant to use it.

He always felt that this ultimate weapon should be saved for a life-or-death situation when facing a big boss, so that it could be used to turn the tide.

However, the result is often that even after completing the game, these top-tier items remain gathering dust in the player's inventory.

"Forget it, let's keep it as a trump card for now."

Suren sighed helplessly, put aside these useless thoughts, and decided to meet up with Patty first.

……

After a long time,

Beth, reeking of blood, staggered out of the factory.

On her back lay the cold body of her friend Whitney.

The other world has faded away, and Alessa seems to have had her fill of fun.

The once heavily guarded abandoned factory, now devoid of life after all the animals have been slaughtered, has returned to its original, forgotten desolation.

Perhaps a hundred years from now, when this land is redeveloped and excavated, the bloody hell buried deep underground will see the light of day again.

After Beth found an open space outside the factory and properly buried Whitney,

Suren stepped forward and asked, "Miss Beth, I'm planning to go back to town. Would you like to come along?"

Upon hearing the word "town," Beth's body visibly trembled, and a hint of lingering fear flashed in her eyes.

If she hadn't met this man a few days ago, her fate probably wouldn't have been much better than Whitney's.

"Why would I go back? That place is full of a bunch of ruthless lunatics who eat people alive!"

Suren stood against the night wind, her tousled hair billowing in the breeze:

"Of course, we'll see them off."

……

The town was quiet and still late at night.

Apart from the occasional unpleasant noise coming from a corner, there were no other passersby to be seen.

Suren and his companions stood on a high ground on the outskirts of the town, overlooking it.

He nodded to Alessa, who was floating in front of him: "Let's do it."

"Let these demons in human skin suffer eternal torment in the fires of hell."

Blood and tears welled up in Aresa's eyes, and the dress she had worn for so long faded, turning back into the original blue dress.

The little girl slowly rose into the air, and pure dark power descended from the sky centered on her, engulfing the town.

"Bang!"

The transformer exploded, sending sparks flying and paralyzing the power lines, plunging the entire town into darkness.

As the fog rises, the barbed wire and flames of the underworld begin to spread into every house.

Screams, screams, and the heavy dragging of Pyramid Head's blade formed a trio in the thick fog.

Those tourists who came simply for sightseeing will wake up tomorrow to find, to their horror, that at least half of the town's permanent residents have vanished overnight.

Looking at Alessa high in the sky, Suren couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "How many floors is that bag of rice bran on?"

"Huh? What building?"

Patty, who was standing to the side, didn't hear his mutterings and turned her head in confusion.

"without--"

Just as Suren was about to brush it off, the hairs on the back of his head stood on end.

He suddenly turned around, raising and lowering his arms in front of him in a defensive stance.

"Bang!"

The large-caliber bullet struck the soil at his feet, blasting a crater the size of a fist.

"Who?"

He said coldly.

"Wow, that's quite a keen sense of perception, little Suren."

A voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and mockery, came from not far away.

"How come you've switched careers to become a demon now?"

"This awful aura is exactly like that of a certain childish old man. I knew I shouldn't have let him drag you into this mess."

Hearing that familiar voice, Suren breathed a sigh of relief and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Lady...Lady, shouldn't you change the way you greet people?"