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I Just Want Players to Save Money, They Insist on Giving Me!

Ke Jin transmigrated into an era where gaming was in utter chaos. Everyone here deeply believed in the notion of buying happiness with money, as game companies ran wild with various schemes to trick and force players to spend. As a game enthusiast from his past life, Ke Jin felt like he was in a world without sunlight. Luckily, he obtained the Free Game Production System! Players could get the ultimate reward of the "Complete Collection of All Game Design Schemes" without spending a single cent! Not spending money? How hard could that be? Heap on the benefits! Give away 50 consecutive draws during the summer heatwave! Give away 100 draws on the second day after the server opens! Due to the game reaching 50 daily active users, we are issuing a cool skin set originally priced at 999! The planner's niece just turned 17 years and three months plus 7 days old, so we're giving away 50,000 crystals! My sincerity is almost flooding the players. Surely nobody will spend now, right? Secretary: Mr. Ke, good news! Our newly launched game has just reached over a hundred million in daily transaction volume on its first day! Ke Jin: Huh? How is that good news... No, what about the other game? The one where we give full 100-99 discount vouchers upon starting, isn't its sales terrible? Looking puzzled, the secretary said while anticipating the boss's reaction: They've been shouting things like 'what a conscientious company' and 'if we don't spend, they'll go bankrupt,' so they just topped up. That game sold a whopping one hundred million copies globally. Congratulations on making a billion! "......" At 3:30 a.m., lying in bed, Ke Jin was wide awake, unable to sleep. He posted a status: Please, I beg you, stop spending. You guys are really making it hard for me... Player: Understood, Mr. Ke is hinting life is hard, brothers, let's step up! Charge it!

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The expression was complex and forlorn, the corners of the mouth still tinged with a bitter smile.

"This time, I can't go in with you, Booker. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Why not?" Booker gently patted the back of Elizabeth's hand, his tone filled with guilt, "Anna, after this is over, I will take you to Paris. I will do everything I can to make up for the eighteen years of a father's responsibility."

Having said that, he resolutely pushed Elizabeth's hand away.

Then.

He strode into the Rupture!

But the scene before him made Booker freeze.

The world line of the past that Elizabeth had opened for him.

He did not appear in some room.

No crib within sight.

No sign of Comstock as an infant either.

In front of him.

There was only a gently flowing river.

Looking down, his younger face reflected in the river, as if he had returned to the age of twenty.

Not far away stood a priest holding a Bible, seemingly engrossed in Invocation.