MTL - Stratholme God-Chapter 1 I am wrong about this god!

  Chapter 1 I'm not good at this god!

   "My son, I don't have any expectations for being a father. The meaning of giving you this name is to hope that the men of the Mai family should work and live sincerely and sincerely."

   The five-year-old McDonald nodded earnestly as he looked at the Big Mac hamburger in his left hand and the Colonel's chicken nugget in his right.

   Now I want to come - I really believe in your evil sir!

well!

  The most dangerous thing in the world is to turn off the alarm clock and then close your eyes. This is the only feasible way for human beings to travel. Closing your eyes for five seconds can reach the future two hours later!

  …

   So, McDonald's crossed!

It was as hazy as in a dream, and a library-like thing appeared in front of him, the size that seemed to be used by giants, and the excessively ornate floor patterns and corridors and other decorations, which gave McDonald a strong sense of sight. I always feel like I've seen it somewhere.

  The horizon was pulled quickly, and in the blink of an eye he was pulled into a strange room.

   All his attention was immediately drawn to the strange man wrapped in a brown cloak in front of him. The other party was wrapped tightly, only revealing a chin full of white beards, and a pair of bright blue eyes.

   Looking at those deep eyes, McDonald's mind felt like it was being sucked in.

   I was kidnapped?

   McDonald's first reaction was this.

   "Don't be afraid, I have no malicious intentions." The eccentric raised his hand, and the dark place on the left suddenly lit up, which was even more dazzling than the first day of the rising sun.

"This is…"

  Gold! ?

   Too exaggerated!

   For a split second, McDonald thought he had strayed into the Fed's vault.

  Under the pale yellow light, there is an endless shelf.

   On the four-story high metal shelves, each shelf is stacked with two layers of gold bars. Each gold bar measures about the size of an adult's forearm, no less than 50 kilograms.

  The golden scene is really a bit like a rice field harvested in autumn.

   Of course, this analogy is a bit bad, but if you don't think about it, McDonald's is afraid that his heart will be stimulated to stop beating.

   Is this scene customary?

   Of course vulgar!

   But all the seniors have told McDonald's that every boss who only talks to you about ideals and not money is a bastard.

   Talk about money, or talk about big price, this proves the sincerity of the other party!

   When he saw this scene, he already had a hunch, and the sentence really came as he imagined.

   "As long as you do one thing for me, you can get up to 100 billion yuan worth of gold in your world!"

As soon as MacDonald heard it, he couldn't say anything. Before the time traveled, he was an ordinary freshman graduating from college. In 2020, the most unfortunate graduation season in the past two decades, he could find a monthly three, A decent job of 4,000 yuan makes me laugh. With the expectations of my parents and girlfriend on my shoulders, this happened just after I came to Guangzhou to live with my roommate and prepare for an interview.

   He is really crazy about money, but how can he justify this crazy method?

   can only cheer himself up secretly in his heart: McDonald's, be strong, there is no white prostitute in this world! Free is the most expensive!

   It's just that he was a little uncomfortable to travel to other worlds.

   McDonald's forced his composure: "What am I... going to do?"

   "Spend money!" The old man said very artistically: "Spend the specified amount of money within the time limit I have set!"

  The old man stretched out his thin hand, and in the void, a translucent light curtain appeared in front of McDonald's eyes.

  【Astral God System】

  [Basic system funds: gold coins equivalent to 5 million RMB]

  【First stage time limit: 1 month】

   This is a generic template.

  Below the general template, there is a dialog-like area to display some usage instructions.

   When playing WeChat, McDonald's often ignores it and directly agrees. This time he didn't dare to ignore it, he read it word for word.

  【Fund use rules:】

  【At each stage, the system will provide the host with a certain amount of system funds, which can be used by the host in any form, but cannot be squandered maliciously! 】

   "This is simple, I can't make money, I can't spend money!?" McDonald instantly understood the function of this system.

  【The host must use the funds in accordance with the host's identity, and must not do anything beyond the host's identity. The host can choose their own background. Please note that the better the background, the more system funds you need to spend within a limited time. 】

   "Oh, a beggar spends one million, and he is killed as a thief before he spends it. Then don't ask, the higher the background, the better! Isn't it just spending more money!" McDonald's incarnation understands the king.

  【The settlement will be done after a period of time, you can spend more, but not less. Once it is found that the use of funds is lower than 90% of the requirements, the shortfall will be accumulated to the next stage, and the spending requirements of the next stage will be increased according to a linear proportion. If the amount spent in the stage successfully reaches the target, the host can choose to convert the equivalent value of the spent funds into your discretionary personal property and return to Earth. 】

  【Special Note: In order to motivate the host to focus on spending money for himself, the host cannot abuse it in the following ways. 】

  【Next step: View detailed rules】

  【Outline: The host can only engage in normal, reasonable and legal market or private activities. And according to Interstellar Law 404 regulations, **** gambling is strictly prohibited! 】

  【The following behaviors are all illegal behaviors, please be sure to note that violations of the regulations will be punished as small as the torture of the soul, as large as the soul is scattered]

  【Malicious devaluation class:】

  【1. Large-scale purchase of perishable materials, dilapidated houses that are about to collapse, etc. 】

  【2. Deliberately gambling to lose money, intentionally participating in Ponzi schemes, illegal fundraising and other illegal activities. 】

  【3. Speculation, deliberately buying high and selling materials low, disrupting the market order. 】

  【4. Buying artworks at high prices and maliciously destroying them. 】

  […(click to expand the remaining 168 violations)]

  【Illegal Charity:】

  【1. Do charity, intentionally donate system funds or purchased items to others for free. 】

  【2. Purchasing, hiring employees, renting properties, and purchasing all kinds of daily necessities at standards far higher than market prices. 】

   [3. Deliberately ignoring the strength of the partner, or allowing it to slack off, low efficiency, and failure to complete the task for a long time...]

  […(click to expand the remaining 256 violations)]

  【Supplementary Terms: The host shall not disclose or imply the existence of the system itself or the challenge to anyone, in any way. 】

  【This system has the final right to interpret the definition of violations. 】

   "Fuck, the rules are really strict."

   McDonald carefully recalled the N ways of criminal law in his mind, and several illegal prodigal schemes that appeared in his mind were rejected one by one.

   It seems that it is really a system that allows him to spend money well.

   "This, I don't have a big problem. Before binding the system, I want to ask, which world is this? Should I be in the center of the war zone as soon as I enter?"

  The old man said solemnly: "I can't tell you where it is. No one can tell what will happen in the future. I can only guarantee that there is a peaceful country now."

   "Uh, what about later?" McDonald's felt a little bad.

Suddenly, a sharp voice interjected. The source of the voice could not be heard, but it reminded McDonald's of a crow: "Don't talk so much. The world you live in is safe again? You eat breakfast made of waste oil every day. Occasionally, I eat carcinogenic hot pot ingredients that have been used N times in the next restaurant, the road is full of retrograde battery cars, and tens of millions of people are infected with the deadly plague, and you are not seen dead?"

  McDonald's expression was straight: What the hell! You are so right! I was speechless.

   "First ask, why did you choose me for such a good thing?"

   "Because according to the evaluation, you are the most suitable, and the owner of this fund has the same last name as you!"

   "same last name?"

   "Really!" The old man nodded: "You should be considered distant relatives, right? But his identity must be kept secret for the time being."

  For some reason, McDonald always felt that he was a little guilty.

  McDonald: "Let me ask you one more thing—isn't your place a wild world?"

  The old man was proud: "Don't underestimate us! Although we are not as advanced as Earth, we have airships and steam trains there!"

  McDonald thought: That technology is quite advanced! The big deal is that it is better to spend three years in the age of steam than tossing around by yourself.

  The mysterious voice interjected again: "What? Can't bind? After this village, there is no such shop!"

   "Most... Last question, can I contact my family regularly?"

The old man smiled strangely: "Don't worry, I will transfer all your family's contacts to you, and I can help you to transfer unlimited number of voice messages for a total of up to 60 seconds every week. The more you have, the more you need to spend. Money as an additional condition."

That's good!

   McDonald nodded vigorously: "Okay! I promise! I want to choose the most noble one among you!"

   "No problem!" The old man smiled mysteriously.

  McDonald just felt as if something had pricked his left wrist, and then a stream of light flashed before his eyes, and he lost consciousness in a flash.

   When he woke up again, he only heard a nice voice: "Lord Stratholme!?"

As soon as MacDonald opened his eyes, he saw a graceful young woman in a medieval European-style court dress, a majestic man in a half-armor, a few doctor-like guys, and a bunch of beautiful people with good looks. The maids surrounded the bed on which he was lying.

   It should be night, and it is pitch black outside the window. In the fireplace, the fire was burning vigorously, and from time to time there was a crackling sound of dry wood cracking. A picture of a very heroic old man hangs not far from the fireplace, and the silver crown on his forehead is eye-catching.

  Each column is hung with a trident-shaped candlestick. N large candles and a headlight on the roof, which is obviously not an electric light, illuminate the room as if it were daytime.

   As far as the eye can see, there are gorgeous furniture inlaid with gold, and it has been some years, and you can see scratches in many places.

   Hearing the call of the other party, McDonald, who was still awake, was stunned: "Wait, what do you call me? Who are you?"

The beautiful young woman froze for a moment, and then put on a very kind smile: "You are the distinguished Duke of Macdonald Stratholme! The legitimate lord of the holy city of Stratholme. I am Baroness Anastari, he is Rui Baron Wendell, we are all your most loyal vassals!"

and many more!

   I didn’t remember the former name McDonald’s, but the latter one has definitely heard of it!

   Isn't that the real owner of my father who played Warcraft and swiped the (pseudo) undead horse a million times?

   McDonald's felt bad when he heard it!

  Fuck! My lord, I was actually transported to Azeroth! ?

  Nima, Earth is dangerous, Azeroth is even more dangerous!

   Invaded by orcs, slaughtered by bones, ravaged by insect swarms, and shopping by demons.

   In this hellish place that is about to face the danger of extinction every three or five times, even the king is a thing that writes the king and reads it as cannon fodder, let alone the mere duke.

   This title is useless!

   If you have something to do, you have to stand in front!

   That dead old man pits me! ?

   I'm not in the right place!

  Let me go back—

  Put me back...

  Let me go…

  …

   On the other side, in the void, the mysterious old man heard someone's wailing. He looked embarrassed and turned to ask another mysterious man.

   "Can he really do it?"

"Dear Medivh, don't worry, our great savior per capita! He is an elite who has been strictly selected by our [Galactic Order Council]! Only when such an existence enters your world will the damage to the world be minimized. . This year alone, we've managed to save 1,024 parallel worlds."

   Medivh, yes! He is the original guardian of the world of Azeroth, the famous astral mage Medivh.

"I believe you."

   "Lao Mai, don't worry! If it doesn't work, we can send elite players to help."

   "Player?"

   "Cough! In our world, this is synonymous with a savior."

"Oh, I get it."

   "Of course, players can't send too many..." The mysterious man still didn't say a word, that is, "Otherwise, if the planet of Azeroth is broken, it will be a lot of fun".

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  The seedlings of the new book are in urgent need of recommendation tickets, reward!

   In addition, welcome to join the investment, yes! It is "Stratholme Investment Group"!

   This book is inspired by "The Richest Man in Tomatoes"!

   (end of this chapter)