With the final stroke of the pen, Willie handed the estate distribution agreement back to the well-dressed lawyer in front of him.
The man checked all the contents one last time, let out a long breath, and then stood up and shook hands with the boy.
"That solves the problem."
"According to Ms. Saegusa's will, all her property will be transferred to your name."
Willy withdrew his hand and shifted his gaze to the long list in front of him, feeling that it was like... Cinderella's dream?
At this time, the Asami family had already filed for bankruptcy. Chiyoko, who had married young and left Tokyo with her husband, could never have imagined that her mother, who was alone abroad, had amassed such a huge fortune and left it all to her grandson.
If these things were converted into money, they could not only redeem all the gems that Vili sold in this world, but also buy hundreds or even thousands more of even better ones.
With that kind of money, why would the original owner need to try to "please" those three young masters?
—Oh, he forgot.
In the original storyline, Miri Asami was killed by the supernatural beings under Haruki Asami's command before she even reached this point in her life.
Even if the original owner were to live to that time, he would probably still think of using that money to exchange for the "love" of the Asami couple.
A jumble of thoughts flashed through his mind as Willie looked back at the lawyer, who was equally sighing.
"If I remember correctly, you were still studying in China, right? You may not know this, but Ms. Saegusa and I are quite close friends despite our age difference. We're both Japanese living abroad, and she helped me a lot when I first arrived..."
A flash of recollection crossed the lawyer's eyes, but he quickly snapped back to reality.
"Ms. Saegusa is someone I have always admired. And now, the only person she can call family is Mr. Asami."
He did not mention Chiyoko's name.
"I may be speaking rudely, but if possible, I hope you will make good use of these assets and not let down Ms. Saegusa's good intentions."
After much hesitation, he finally said these words and then bowed deeply to Willy.
"……I see."
Vili nodded slightly.
"Then, I'll be leaving now."
The lawyer picked up his briefcase and strode out the door.
The empty conference room was now empty except for Willy. He sat in the chair at the head of the table, turned around, and looked up at the magnificent golden lights on the ceiling.
At this time, the mansion he was in was one of the assets left by his maternal grandmother, and just a few days ago he had received many self-proclaimed "uncles" here, but he eventually sent them away one by one.
In her memory, the original owner was always afraid of that cold and thin old lady, often complaining in her heart about her strict demands, while longing for her parents whom she had never met.
Perhaps he never realized how naively protected he had been.
Thinking of this, Willy couldn't help but take out the soul of "Asami Haruki" and unconsciously knead and pull it in his hands. Listening to the out-of-tune wailing music, his mood finally improved a little.
Only then did the system speak, as if in a dream:
“Host…we…”
"We're rich!"
The boy placed the soul back on the table, fiddling with it like a ball, and casually hummed in agreement.
At this moment, the system finally realized something was wrong. Its excited voice gradually weakened, and it cautiously said:
"Host, are you unhappy?"
Willy's subordinate paused, then propped his head up with his hand, tilted his head and thought for a while before replying slowly.
"Not really..."
"I just feel..."
He remained silent for a few seconds, his butterfly-like eyelashes trembling slightly.
"I'm getting a little tired of this world."
The money, power, and fame that people crave are readily available to him. And those things that seemed novel at first have gradually lost their appeal.
Willy has always been a fickle person.
The system wasn't surprised by his attitude and suggested, "Shall we go to the next world now?"
Having broken free from the control of the main god, it is no longer limited by so-called points. The energy it has accumulated in this world is enough for them to travel through time several more times.
"Hmm..."
Vili hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head.
"I've already completed half of my studies, I should at least get my graduation certificate."
"And I'm a little curious about the ending of that comic."
"Among the three of them, who will be the first to achieve the feat of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons and become the ultimate winner?"
The original comic provided by the system is still being serialized, so even Vili doesn't know how the story will ultimately unfold.
"It probably won't be Ju Huang anyway..."
The system muttered something under its breath.
Vili raised an eyebrow: "Why?"
"Uh..." It didn't expect to be overheard, and panicked for a moment before explaining sheepishly, "Because... host, you want to... that night on the rooftop..."
"Anyway, I think he's no longer interested in that bet."
Its words were incoherent and rambling, but Vili nodded knowingly.
Seeing his nonchalant expression, the system couldn't help but speak up again.
"Host, do you dislike Ju Huang?"
"No."
To its surprise, Vili replied briskly.
"In fact, I quite like him rather than dislike him."
system:! ! !
Fortunately, their conversation took place in their minds; otherwise, if Sakura had overheard it, fireworks would probably have been set off by now.
Before the system could ask further questions, he continued:
"He is an interesting person, his soul is like a sparkling gem, and he smells like orange soda in summer, lively and passionate but not annoying."
"Then why did you, host, not accept his advances?"
The system's words were abruptly interrupted the next second.
"Speaking of which, all three of them are."
"...Huh?"
“All three of them are very interesting.”
Vili spoke to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"Kii Kanade thinks he's a scheming, sunless insect, but actually his soul is white. Isn't that incredible?"
"As for Masashi Yukimura, he is one of the few people I have ever met who is truly consistent inside and out. Even his soul is as sharp as a blade, bright and clear, as cold as frost and snow."
"I like them all."
"..."
The system froze; the upgraded program clicked and stopped running for several seconds before finally becoming responsive again.
"Then...then why..."
"People must always take responsibility for their actions."
By breaking free from his memories, Wei easily shut down the system's probing questions with a single sentence.
But actually...
The souls of these three people occasionally gave him a strange sense of familiarity, reminding him of the man he didn't want to see in his own world... There's no need to tell the system about this, right?
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