Poverty makes me capable of anything.

But Anran can see it herself!

A quick calculation shows 5470 million copies.

It seems that fanfiction and erotic stories are actually making more money than the original works.

Ah, wsl.

Unbeknownst to her, An Ran had become a hidden billionaire.

He is probably the first NPC in history to get rich by selling erotic fanfiction about his past life.

Is the price of escaping poverty really so heavy?

(°?°)

"Anran, Anran, you don't look well. Do you have a cold?" Ella tiptoed and touched Anran's forehead, asking with concern.

"It's nothing, I don't have a cold." An Ran shook her head. "I'm just happy!"

Be strong!

(? ??_??)?

September 28th, Imperial Calendar 8103.

The first battle report came back from the front: the Sixth Expeditionary Force had won the raid, sinking five Night Owl frigates and two destroyers, and successfully breaking through a defensive line that was not yet fully completed.

"Haha, you traitors, how dare you be so arrogant! You even tried to assassinate me! Haha!"

Upon receiving the news, Fitch excitedly waved his arm.

He is already a father of five, but judging from his appearance, Fitch looks like he is just over 30 years old.

"Wait a little longer, wait a little longer, ha."

After muttering a few words to himself, Fitch turned around and shouted, "Butler, butler!"

“Your Excellency!” A middle-aged man walked in from outside, bowed, and stood respectfully in front of Fitch.

"What has Maggie been up to these past few days?"

“Miss has been staying on Minglan Star these past few days, with guards watching over her, so Governor-General need not worry.”

Fitch stroked his beard: "Keep an eye on her. If she tries to escape, bring her back immediately. I don't have time to deal with her right now."

"Yes!"

"When you leave, please call Zod over for me."

Zod is the head of Fitch's intelligence department. He is a giant who is nearly 2 meters tall. He has a delicate touch that is not in line with his size. Although he works for Fitch, he is different from other people.

Zod never actively sought to befriend other officials. He would occasionally go to a backstreet tavern for a drink and he accepted bribes, but he did not actively target anyone.

They do not form factions, nor do they have any "lofty ideals of no reason."

Fitch was very satisfied with Zod's style and ability, so he promoted him to the position of head of the intelligence department.

"how's it going?"

There was a light knock on the door three times, followed by the crisp sound of heels hitting the floor as someone stepped back.

Upon hearing that signature sound, Fitch knew that Zod had arrived.

“At 10:06 a.m. yesterday, a witness saw a girl with blue twin tails and a little girl with silver hair appear at a department store in the western district of Kleber Star. It has been confirmed that it was Anran and her sister,” Zod replied.

"What about the others?"

"No news at the moment."

"Then wait a little longer, you can go down first."

"Yes."

Fitch stood by the window, as if he were standing in the sky, looking down at the masses below.

At this moment, a powerful aura emanated from his thin body.

bang——

Zod gently closed the door and went down the floating ladder. He encountered several officials from other departments on the way, but Zod did not greet them and went straight to the back street.

Going out for drinks in broad daylight is nothing unusual for Zod, and the atmosphere in the backstreets is just right.

That was something that even passing officials were used to seeing.

While others would have a drink beforehand and a cigarette afterward, Zod preferred to do things differently.

"A bottle of Durand, please." Zod sat down at the bar.

"Minister Zod is here again! This drink is on me today!" A junior employee walked over with a smile.

Zod nodded without saying anything more.

The Durand wine he ordered was served quickly.

The fist-sized glass was filled with blue liquor, with bubbles constantly rising to the top.

"The bubbles in this wine seem a bit insufficient today," Zod murmured.

"How about adding some more ice?"

"Let's add two more."

Dili—

The number of bubbles has indeed increased.

Zod slowly finished his drink, remarked, "Strong enough, but not enough," and then turned and left.

Not enough bubbles, understand!

The bartender smiled and watched him leave.

"..."

yawn--

With his hands in his pockets and accepting the fact that someone else was paying for his drinks, Zod looked every bit like an idle gangster.

However, this guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes was also a "traitor".

Zod betrayed the Empire and joined the Night Owls ten years ago.

At that time, however, he was still a frustrated and unsuccessful nobody.

Since joining the Night Owls, he has had to hide his identity. This burly man, who is 1.9 meters tall, has to be careful and observe everyone around him. Who would have thought that he would be noticed by Fitch because of this?

Not in a philosophical sense, but Fitch found him very interesting.

You got promoted?

Zod once considered reporting Night Owl's contact, but considering Fitch's brutal nature, he had no choice but to continue down the path of traitor.

It's impossible for an official to be truly honest. I heard there was a spy who was exposed because he was too honest and too capable.

He could just work diligently for both sides, occasionally accepting bribes to live a good life, and if he was lucky, he could even play horseback riding games with pretty young ladies.

Zod was quite content with his previous life, but unfortunately, Night Owl has been putting a lot of pressure on him lately, forcing him to do some work. Ideally, Night Owl and the Sixth Expeditionary Force would fight to a standstill, so he could continue living a good life.

Are there any girls who want to play games with me?

boom!

Lost in thought, Zod was suddenly jolted back two steps. He looked up and saw a boy sitting on the ground, clutching his head. He was instantly furious: "Can't you watch where you're going? Damn it, what are you looking at? Look again and I'll sell you to the Hong Kong Coliseum!"

The Hong Kong Coliseum is a great place for both men and women.

This kind of naive boy would be a hit anywhere.

"whispering sound!"

Zod snorted again, annoyed, but he wasn't so angry as to kick the boy again. Come to think of it, he hadn't been this angry in a long time. It was probably because of the pressure from Night Owl lately.

Hey.

It's a lose-lose situation, God!

Zod walked away until he disappeared around the corner, and only then did the boy who had been knocked down get up.

"I see."

After saying something nonsensical, the boy lowered his hand from his head and walked nonchalantly into the bustling crowd.

……

So, should we continue to wait?

“The results will be available in two or three days,” Nadia said.

"Alright, I'll go take care of something first."

An Ran shook her head.

She's currently caught between pain and pleasure, watching her money grow to nearly 2 million yen, while the thought that it came from "selling books" makes her feel a pang of heartache.

But there's nothing that can be done about it. Releasing doujinshi is absolutely unavoidable. Even if the official channels prohibit their release within the game, there's nothing they can do once they're released.

At least I received the money.

This money will soon be used to kill players, such as bots!

An Ran's task was to transport the metal stolen by the Other Shore Pirates to An Ran-α planet. She had to make the trip herself, and in reality, she only spent one day on the spaceship before she transported everything to the base.

More than 30 robots are already busy in the huge base. The production line has been set up and the robots will operate at full speed. It won't be long before the production volume exceeds 100%.

That makes me very happy.

With the addition of the Cataclysmic Fire Rain Bomb, An Ran now has quite a few trump cards at her disposal.

It was a bomb the size of a washbasin, with a disc-shaped white metal in the center and three floating metal rings around it. To use it, you just needed to move these three metal rings to the appropriate position.

One of these can destroy a large city; in my previous life, that would have wiped out an entire province.

Ha ha ha ha...

"What's wrong?" An Ran was making hyperspace communication inside the spaceship, so Nadia didn't know where An Ran was.

"The plan is going smoothly. Fitch has already sent men to destroy one of our secret outposts!" Nadia's face was filled with joy.