Just like that, Zhao Qingyu was overjoyed. He had finally gained divine power.
With such positive feedback, he began throwing money around in huge amounts.
Now that he had divine power, he became even more cautious.
He did not dare waste a single cent.
The first thing he did every day after waking up was check the savings in the glass ball.
Just like a new entrepreneur, he would wake up and check how much the revenue—subscriptions—had increased.
At the same time, he became even more diligent about making money.
He used to work twelve hours a day. Now it had shot up to eighteen.
With divine power backing him up, he was not afraid of injury or death.
Meanwhile, a joke and a legend gradually began spreading online.
"Have you heard? Some super-rich guy is specifically handing out money online."
"I heard about it ages ago. As long as you recognize him as the God of Home, burn incense for him every day, and make offerings to him, he'll give you 5,000 every month on schedule."
"There's really such a good deal?" someone asked in delight.
"Heh, it's not that easy. If you're just thinking of freeloading off him, forget it."
"If you're not sincere and keep tricking him out of money, it won't work."
Someone agreed at that point. "That's right. He's a liar. I tried it. I only got the first month's 5,000, then he stopped paying me the second month."
"You bastard, and you call that a scam? He gave you 5,000 right away, and you're still not satisfied?"
"Exactly. You must not have been sincere enough. I recognized him as the God of Home, and I've already received it for three months!"
Others also came forward to testify, showing screenshots of their payments and