As long as you lose all the system funds, you can get double the free funds?

Zhang Fan was overjoyed. Making money wasn't easy, but losing money wasn't either! It was just...

What? Prices are falling, and one dollar is equal to one hundred yuan? Zhang Fan panicked as he looked at the 2 billion yuan in his hand.

"You guys spend money! Don't spend it on me! I don't need it!"

"What? The stock price went up? The one I bought was green! What stock god? I'm not a stock god!"

"My movie is a big hit? Even if it's made like that, people still watch it?"

"Are you going to build a city center on that newly purchased wasteland?"

Help! Stop making money! I really don’t want to make money!

Qin Lang traveled to a world where multiple online novels merged together, and his grandfather was the only surviving old hero!

My father is a government official with great power!

My mother is a businesswoman and her net worth is shocking!

And he is the only heir of the Qin family!

How could such a wealthy man with a powerful background be the villain in the original novel?

Not only will he be slapped in the face by the protagonist, but his family will also become a stepping stone for the protagonist?

"Ding! The Destiny Villain system is binding..."

What? You can gain the Destiny Villain value by plundering the protagonist's luck?

Can villain value be exchanged for various god-level skills?

Qin Lang pinched his waist, stepped on the son of luck, and marched forward with great momentum. Standing at the top, he shouted, "Who else?!"

-If you do not like face slapping novels or pure enjoyment without depth don't enter.

Qin Dong traveled through the end of the world and became the president of a small shelter.

It coincided with a zombie riot, food depletion, people's morale was low, and the situation was extremely critical.

In desperation, he linked to the disaster relief system mall, and everything consumed on the refugees can be purchased at a super low price!

Qin Dong raised his arm and called out:

"As long as you join the East Territory Shelter, you will be my brother! All food will be provided at a fair price, with no limit on quantity!"

The refugees burst into tears:

"One zombie crystal core can be exchanged for ten buckets of instant noodles? Oh my god, Brother Dong won't go bankrupt, right?".

"As long as you work twelve hours a day, you can have three full meals? Impossible! How can there be such a philanthropist!"

"Brother Dong is like our second parent, and he is like our second parent. If one day he shot me in the chest with a gun, I would also believe that the gun went off accidentally."

"I have never seen a saint like Qin Dong! In this dark end of the world, he is like a ray of light, allowing me to see the brilliance and splendor of human nature."

"He is the savior of this end-time, a God walking on earth. He works tirelessly without asking for anything in return, and his purpose in life has long transcended worldly life."

……

Qin Dong was dumbfounded: "I did all this just to make a little profit!"

“I have to squander; otherwise, won’t it be a waste of my parent’s talent at earning money?” Hong Dali answers a reporter’s question matter-of-factly.

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System’s interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, “I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I’ll have to work harder!”

“I want to splurge! I want to squander!”

Su Yang was alone with his three-year-old sister and accidentally connected to the god-level snack stand system.

So he started selling steamed buns on the bridge late at night, roasted chicken in the park early in the morning, large intestines in front of the anorectal hospital, and barbecue at the marathon stadium...

The delicious food prepared by Su Yang makes diners linger and fall in love with it completely.

But in order to complete the task, Su Yang could only go to random locations to set up stalls each time.

So the diners couldn't sit still...

The Urban Management Captain said: "Please don't run away. I really don't want to arrest you. I want to buy something to eat!"

A college student: "Brother, please hurry up and get out of the stall. I'm tossing and turning and can't sleep. Brother, I beg you..."

The parents of my younger sister's classmates said, "Child...you must build a good relationship with Yiyi and try your best to find out where her brother's stall is!"

A wealthy businessman from Jiangbei City said, "Who knows where he's setting up his stall? I'm willing to pay him 100,000!"

The state banquet manager said: "Go and invite Mr. Su."

As Su Yang's stall became more and more famous, it completely broke out of the circle and caused a sensation abroad...

"Oh my god! Isn't the modeling in this game too beautiful?!"

"I've decided, you'll be my wife from now on!"

Bang!

Warning: You've been attacked by a foundation-building monk and are in a near-death state!

"Fuck, I'm just an NPC in the game, why do I have such a bad temper!?"

【Many children, more blessings】【Beautiful beyond measure】【Create greater glory】

After being promoted, 30-year-old Cao Pingwa, an employee of a large factory, unexpectedly awakened the system of having many children and good fortune.

Cao Pingao: The country encourages free employment. After being laid off, I started driving an online taxi.

The country encourages mass entrepreneurship and innovation. I started the world's largest internet celebrity company.

The country encourages people to have more children, I fully support it!!!

[Game Development] [System] [Anti-Trope]

Exclusive Interview

Reporter: “President Mei, your latest game has once again gone explosively viral. Could you share with us the original inspiration behind making this game?”

Mei Caiyi, wearing a pained expression: “You might not believe this, but I actually have a system—every time the company loses money, I personally make a huge profit. So, the whole reason I made this game was to lose money. Same with the last one. And the one before that. All of them.”

Reporter: “Hahaha! President Mei, you’re truly hilarious. I understand now—you’re not in this for the money. You’re just sincerely making heartfelt, high-quality games for the players.”

He really wanted to say: “Understand my ass.”

How was he supposed to know all those games would blow up?

Now they call him things like “visionary,” “marketing genius,” “game development prodigy”—as if they weren’t just slandering him!

“Arbitrary Town”—a construction game with no gameplay, just mindless clicking.

“TombForce”—the protagonist is male, and all the enemies have bizarre, ridiculous designs.

“Cry”—deliberately made to provoke flame wars.

“Conscience-Free Game Platform”—created solely to deter people from registering.

“Escape”—designed to scare players so badly they wouldn’t want to buy it.

…He’s even gone online more than once begging for help: “Willing to pay handsomely for a large-scale, logically sound game idea that’s guaranteed to lose a ton of money!”

Liu Ziyang lay slumped on the creaking, broken sofa in his rented apartment, staring at the "Balance less than 100 yuan" notification on his phone screen. His temples throbbed. Just three days ago, he was a project manager at an internet company; now, he was part of the unemployed masses, without enough money in his pocket to even cover next week's rent.

"Grrrrumble—" His stomach growled at an inconvenient moment. He fished out the last packet of instant noodles from the fridge, three days past its expiry date. Just as he tore open the packaging, his phone screen suddenly went black, then a flashy, golden interface popped up.

[Ding! Host detected in a life low point, "Loss Rebate" System is binding...]

in Feng transmigrated into the world of a background actor, spending his days loitering outside the gates of a film and television studio, waiting for odd jobs with barely enough to eat. Just when things looked hopeless, a half-baked system activated, pushing him into all kinds of side hustles—setting up street stalls, fortune-telling, cooking, delivering food, and more.

On day one, he ghostwrote essays for elementary schoolers. On day two, he cracked open safes and accidentally helped the police catch a thief. On day three, he somehow ended up as a temporary nurse.

No matter the job, Lin Feng tackled it with gusto—but no matter how hard he worked, he never made any real money and often found himself back at square one. Meanwhile, his "main" career in acting struggled to take off. Still, none of that stopped him from spreading laughter and joy wherever he went.

Let me know if you'd like a more comedic, serious, or marketing-focused tone.