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Caroline had no dreams, because she only wanted one thing: to make lots and lots of money.

Strictly speaking, becoming rich could also count as a dream. But in this world, there was probably no one who did not want to become wealthy. So wanting to make money was hardly a dream worth boasting about.

Her life was so simple that, in this country where poverty and wealth clashed so sharply, it was frighteningly ordinary.

When she was three, her father was unfortunate enough to be hit by a stray bullet during another armed conflict and died.

Later, her mother told her that her father had died after emergency treatment failed on the way to the hospital... But after Caroline grew up, she seriously suspected that it had happened because her family simply could not raise enough money.

She had almost no impression of the man who had given her life. It was only later, through the occasional memories her mother shared while they lived together, that she learned a little about him.

He had spent his whole life rushing around for money, working from dawn till dusk, only to lose his life because he had no money. Caroline felt that in this world, only money could give her enough security.

Later, when she was five, her mother remarried a man in his forties.

The old man had naturally been poor when he was young; otherwise, he would not have waited until his forties to save enough money to marry. And he had only managed to marry a widow with a young child like Caroline's mother. As for young girls, the old man who later became her stepfather could only sigh and look on helplessly.

It was all because he had no money.

Of course, she felt that the old