It was now Sogo Doma's turn.
[You lost your job. Even the kindhearted restaurant owner was afraid of work...]
Sogo Doma: "..."
Heh, hehehe, had he turned Monopoly into PUBG?
[Burdened by overwhelming debt, after losing your job, you had already lost your reason to keep moving forward...]
Sogo Doma: "..."
This was no longer PUBG—it was a life of despair!
[Maybe I should sell some unnecessary organs, you thought...]
Sogo Doma: "???"
What organs were unnecessary? His appendix?
[Anything was better than being dumped into the sea!]
Sogo Doma: "..."
Was this really Monopoly? The all-ages Monopoly? Was this even a plot children could watch?
[Fortunately, heaven never sealed off every path. Just as you were considering what to sell, the hospital informed you that someone had paid your medical bills. Congratulations, your debts have been cleared...]
"Heh, hehehe..." Did that count as accomplishing his goal by another route? Had he won?
[However, even without that enormous debt, the pressures of life still left you gasping for breath, because you had no job...]
Sogo Doma: "..."
He should just die already!
[Fortunately, just as you were worrying about making a living, a mysterious person offered to hire you for an annual salary of one million yen. Since starting work, you had never seen this much money. You felt that you had finally made something of yourself!]
"Hehehe..." Umaru Doma burst out laughing again. "Onii-chan really has made something of himself."
Sogo Doma: "..."
Made something of himself, my ass! An annual salary of one million yen did not even meet an ordinary person's standard, did it? Converted into Celestial Empire currency, it was less than eighty thousand—and considering the price differences between the two places...