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Chapter 4: The Rise of a Loan Shark in the Middle Ages
"—Wait, wait... Why are you all looking at me like that?!"
The gods were surrounding the Reaper. They beat him up. Again.
Yes, the Reaper — the supposed god of death — was currently the most hated guy in the divine realm.
"Where are the underwear you stole?!"
The God of Strength grabbed his collar.
He trembled. But not out of fear of them. No—
This was a different kind of fear. The fear of his chosen hero.
"I... I know I messed up. But I was playing with fire."
"What?!"
Then they noticed it.
The torches inside Kane Velust's house.
They weren't powered by magic.
No, they were powered by something far more dangerous—
Modern capitalism.
(Rest in peace, Reaper.)
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I was lying in bed like a true degenerate, checking my newly acquired assets.
Tons of gold.
And... 7,991 system points.
Sweet.
I rolled over and started thinking:
What should I do with all this money tomorrow?
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Meanwhile...
"What the heck is... loan-sharking?"
A beastman blinked in confusion.
"Well, it's simple," I explained, sipping tea like a nobleman. "I give someone money, and they pay me back double. Or more."
He slammed the table.
"Are you scamming me?!"
I calmly placed two gold bars on the table.
"Not at all."
He stared at them.
Then at me.
And reached for the pen.
"Fine. Deal."
He signed the contract.
Turns out, this 'high-interest lending' scheme was pretty revolutionary in this medieval dump.
Heheheh... I'm gonna be rich.
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He even introduced me to some big muscle-heads.
These guys only knew farming and hunting.
But now?
They were getting paid 20 iron coins per month.
Welcome to my Loan Enforcement Division.
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Now I needed one more thing:
Clients.
I spent a bit of cash to print some very simple flyers.
And pinned them up all over town.
"Need money? Come to Kane Velust. Interest negotiable."
A straightforward method to introduce medieval peasants to the art of predatory lending.
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Back in the heavens...
The gods were sweating.
This world—built with so much care, love, and balanced fantasy mechanics—
was now being corrupted by one shameless bastard.
But they couldn't interfere.
And the Reaper?
He was still hanging from a divine coat rack, his face bruised and swollen.
Well, someone had to take the blame for building that buggy system and choosing Kane Velust of all people...
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