FFF sat in a dim room, with only the faint glow of the LCD screen illuminating his tiger head.
His bright tiger eyes gleamed with excitement.
FFF was not some fabulously wealthy man. He was merely an old soldier who had survived ten years of military service, had just shed his status as a free citizen, and been upgraded to a citizen.
He did not have much savings. In his real-world job, he was ostracized everywhere because he had once been a free citizen, and life had not been going well for him.
In the Superconducting World, everyone was equal and relied entirely on their own efforts. He had started with tiny businesses and built up his assets bit by bit, yet after more than a year, he had only accumulated a little over a hundred thousand.
Whenever he spotted a business opportunity, he suffered from a lack of capital and simply was not qualified to get involved.
But today, he had already earned several hundred thousand!
"Should I take the money and run?" FFF seriously considered it. With the more than twenty signed laser swords he had just acquired today, along with selling videos for clicks and traffic, he could say that he had already amassed his first pot of gold.
With his business skills, he would surely live well. He would never lack money again for the rest of his life.
Although that Light of the White Race was formidable, all he had to do was deposit the money into an anonymous account, memorize the account number and password, then kill himself.
There was no way the other party could find him.
On one side was an uncertain future. On the other was a certain present. Which should he choose?
FFF crossed his arms. After pondering seriously for