Chapter 5

It had been a long time now since my takeover of the factory, as well as all of Francis's assets, in the new world of corporate greed and bureaucracy, if something doesn't exist on paper or in file, it never existed at all, so It was incredibly simple to make it seem like many assets had simply never existed in the first place, so I can take it for my own, It was unfortunately impossible to keep any of his real estate or factories, his enemies far to aware of such assets, I was left with little more than his money, and the value of all the assets I managed to sell before people started to catch on.

Luckily there was no in depth investigation, everyone was to busy fighting over the ownership of his more tangible assets, the ones I had to abandon, to care about investigating the cause of his death, or the disappearance of his other assets, so I quickly washed myself clean of any potential consequence, no one at the factory had ever heard my name, and the fact they saw my face was of little consequence to me, sam had been executed without trial in order to sweep the case under the rug, acting as if he was the culprit for the murder, I felt sorry for the poor man, but cared little for his plight.

Despite this world's technology, they had a distinct lack of innovation in the field of AI and cybersecurity, quite the hilarious prospect, but it was likely a ploy by the megacorps to keep control, and the world's governments were nothing more than a facade maintained by the megacorps to make it look like they don't actually have as much power as they do. Although it was an open secret at this point even to the most ill informed civilian. So going into their systems and creating fake persona's and more was easy.

I had used the assets I had stolen, some 17 trillion dollars, roughly equivalent to 1.23 trillion dollars in my old world, I quickly redistributed the money into investments under the numerous persona's I had built the dollar was… less than stable, but with as much money as I had, and the mind powerful enough to generate good investment's, or just develop an AI to do it for me, I had nearly an unlimited amount of money, never to much under one person, enough to be considered well off, but not attract anyones attention, and government systems thinking that they were paying their taxes through some simple manipulation, and they were left alone to their own devices like many others, so long as you paid your taxes, no one cared about you in this world.

Through this I had quickly built my way up to being the richest man on this planet, not to mention the terrible cybersecurity here, and I had enough blackmail on everyone that no one who knew about me did anything about it.

Like this, years had passed, and my body had begun to fail me, despite my reincarnation, I was stuck in a mortal body again, and the decades had begun to show on me, even if you set my bodies age at the time of my reincarnation to 0, I was now 137 years old, and even the best medicine and implants had begun to fail me, but I had long known this day was coming, So I had prepared well, and now I sat before a large machine.

  completely designed and built by me, it was a machine designed to upload my mind to the web. I had actually built this machine a few decades ago, back when my body was still in its 70's, but I hesitated to use it, after all, the trauma from my time as a disembodied soul stuck in the void haunted my decision, the possibility that something goes wrong, and I may go back to a life like that, terrified me, but I had promised myself I would use it before I died, and it was now that time.

I had learned much about this world since my reincarnation, and one such fact was its incredible similarity to the dystopian world that Overlord was set in before Yggdrasil. To the point that some investigation had showed me a potential startup for a game matching its description, I wanted to buy ownership in it, but the possibility that any major changes in the game design, may mean it would not send me to the new world stopped me.

Yes, that was what I was working towards, I had decided I would go to the new world, the prospect of becoming such a powerful existence had reignited the fire of ambition within me, I held no desire to become a god, such an existence would be boring, but becoming an extremely powerful entity in a world of magic sounded terribly interesting to me, and I had long begun to grow bored with this life, it was interesting at first, building myself to the top of this world through hard work and superiority, but it was boring, now all I had to do was speak and politicians would grovel at my feet, and it was oh so terribly boring.

And so I stepped into the machine, feeling the discomfort of arthritis within my decaying body, and stiff muscles, and knowing it would be the last time, I couldn't help but smile, an unnerving, unnatural, but genuine smile that had made many shake in fear throughout my life on this planet, as the machine activated for the first, and final time.

(an, yo sorry for not updating for so long, school has been tough, and to be honest I've just been incredibly lazy, but I wanna return to updating this story, so here's a chapter, Ik its short but I wanna update all my stories today, and I literally wrote this during English class since I already finished the essay we were supposed to be writing, so anyway, hope you enjoyed, sorry for being gone for so long.)