Me and God of Wibu

"This month is a disaster for me," I complained while reading the report.

"Those rich bastard know when to suppress me."

What I was reading was the rumors, fake reviews, bad ratings,... on my company. As a result, my business was affected but not too much.

I knew who was behind it but didn't get mad at their action. Because it is just a normal action when a small business is rising. Old ghost bullies new ghost.

I put down the report on the stack of paper and immersed in the silence to rest.

The quiet of the room was interrupted by a sudden, sharp ring of the doorbell. I sighed while organizing the documents into order, and glanced at the monitor linked to the neighbor's camera. My brows lifted slightly as I saw who it was.

Hodaka Morishima.

I had expected his return, but not so soon. His presence meant I had to accelerate a certain plan I had carefully crafted earlier. Straightening my clothes, I walked toward the door.

"Coming," I called out as I reached for the handle.

Opening it just enough to see his face, I noticed his expression - burning eyes and a tight frown. His clothes were soaked and streaked with dirt, and his shoes were muddy. He looked like he had run all the way here.

"Hello, Hodaka-kun. What's the matter? Did something upset you?" I asked, my gaze steady, trying to gauge his mood.

"You," he said, his voice sharp, "are you the one who told Hina to sell umbrellas at ten times their original price?"

"That's right. That was me," I replied casually, leaning slightly against the door frame. "What about it?"

"What's wrong with you?" His voice rose as his anger spilled out. "Do you seriously think it's okay to make her sell something at such a ridiculous price? Even a child knows that's nonsense!"

Despite his scolding tone, I wasn't offended. He wasn't wrong. The price was indeed absurd - deliberately so.

With her ability and knowledge, I knew it was impossible for her to sell at that price.

To sell each umbrella at 10 times the price compared to the original one, Hina must be a smart person. In order to sell at that price, she must modify the umbrella which I knew she couldn't.

Hina wasn't a professional chef who could make 20-dollar food into 200-dollar food. She was just a normal student with an average IQ that you can see almost everywhere.

So testing her ability to earn money wasn't her first lesson.

"Yes, even a child knows it's nonsense," I admitted calmly. "But that's the point. This was never about the umbrellas with ridiculous prices."

"What do you mean?" His frustration flared, but there was curiosity under his anger.

"Hina's first lesson wasn't about selling. It was about understanding value, facing rejection, and avoiding scams. And as much as I hate to say it, life isn't always kind or fair. Only by experiencing challenges like this can she learn to navigate the real world."

"But why not teach her directly," Hodaka asked fuming with anger.

"Why not." I laughed lightly, "The Internet can teach her and my role just corrects it to suit the current age."

"That is not a proper guide."

"Yes, but it will be. Internet will be integrated into our daily life tool so learning how to use the internet is a must."

"No. What I mean is you. You must hold responsibility." Hodaka pointed at me.

"I do hold some responsibility."

"Like what."

"Protect her from underworld organization. Like Black Organization."

"Don't make an excuse. I know you clearly than you thought."

I rolled my eyes when hearing this. That wasn't an excuse. I did protect her from kidnapping. The Black Organization was in the fever at the moment due to their boss. They are crazy enough to import a ship of weapons from the USA. Unfortunately, I reported this to the police as a good citizen.

"17 years in school and the rest of your life is in social. I prefer real-life experience to theory in the book. I just let her taste the social first. But more deeper." I stopped for a while before continuing, "Like I said, I am just a guider and protector. I give a task and Hina must figure out how to complete it. On her way, she may encounter some dangers. Only then, my role of protector come to play."

His fists clenched. "You say that, but have you ever considered her feelings? I found her crying in an alley today. She told me it was fine, but it's not. It's not fine."

I sighed, letting his words settle. "You're right," I said, softening my tone. "I may have underestimated the emotional toll. But this isn't just about money, Hodaka. It's about building resilience. Hina is strong, but the world will test her. I'm trying to prepare her for that."

I thought of myself in the past and nodded silently. I did fail in doing business. The only difference was that I wasn't sad about my failure. I treated it as a precious lesson.

Of course, I knew it would be hurtful for an immature soul like Hina.

"I am not accepting this excuse!" Hodaka stepped closer, his eyes blazing. "She trusts you! How could you betray that trust like this?"

"I'm not betraying her," I said firmly, pushing his hands off me. "I'm teaching her. And trust me, I care about her well-being. To make up for this oversight, I'll cover 100% of her mother's medical expenses until her mother is discharged from the hospital."

'Well, technically. This is to prevent her from hating me.' I thought, 'However if only Hina gets this treatment, she hates me. Since she thinks I approach with impure purpose.'

His anger wavered, his gaze softening slightly. "You'd do that?"

"Wait. Are you lying?"

"No. I simply sympathize with her situation. When looking at her, I can see me in that." I said which was an obvious lie. But he had no way to confirm that.

'Since helping only Hina would gain her suspicion, why don't I help everyone? This won't create any bias and suspicion.'

"But there's always a price for help. I need Hina to understand that nothing comes free."

"What's the price?" he asked warily. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" I smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Even assassinate the prime minister?"

"That's ridiculous."

"I'm kidding," I chuckled. "Relax, Hodaka. The price is simple. A game. I'll make the challenge fair."

"A game?" He frowned, suspicious but intrigued.

"Yes. Here's how it works: Hina needs to sell ten umbrellas at ten times the original price. Meanwhile, I'll sell a hundred umbrellas at twenty times the original price. If she wins, the deal is hers. If not, she'll also have learned something invaluable."

"That's crazy," he muttered, shaking his head.

"Maybe," I said, grinning. "But it's also a chance to prove you and Hina can beat me. What do you say?"

"Fine," he said after a pause, his determination shining through. "We'll win."

"Good luck," I called out as he turned to leave.

"Oh, and Hodaka-kun?" He paused, looking back at me. "Remember, I'm an expert in this field. You'll need all the luck you can get."

He scoffed and left out of my sight, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

"Okay, back to the boring stuff," I muttered as I returned to the table, shuffling the documents into a neat pile.

From the stack, I pulled out a small red tube and laid it gently on the table under the lamp's glow. It looked unassuming, but I knew better. This red tube contained RC cells extracted from a ghoul named Rize Kamishiro.

I opened my laptop and tapped a few keys to bring up the test results.

"Incredible," I blurted, my voice echoing in the silent room.

The screen displayed data confirming that the RC cells had extraordinary properties—they could cure diseases like cancer and rabies without leaving any negative side effects for the host. It was groundbreaking.

But now came the hard part. I had to test it on humans, and this step wasn't just critical - it was the most delicate. One wrong move and the drug could transform humans into ghouls. I learned this from my predecessor. That was a risk I refused to take.

Once I perfected the formula, the next phase was to acquire an old pharmaceutical company and begin production. The process would be complicated, but manageable.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared from the laptop, breaking my focus. A bright red alert flashed on the screen, accompanied by a series of warning symbols.

"What now?" I muttered, my gaze locking on the screen.

Lines of data danced erratically before settling into a structured report. My stomach sank as I read the message.

"Five transmigrators have just descended into this world," I whispered, the words tasting bitter.

I hadn't solved the boss of the Black Organization yet. Others have come.

I expanded the data file to analyze the details. Each of the five individuals had a system bound to them. My eyes darted across the screen, scanning for information about their personalities.

"Anti-social and anti-human… how delightful," I muttered sarcastically, rubbing my temples.

Among the five, one particular system caught my attention. Its level was alarmingly high, but that wasn't the worst of it.

"Chaos Factor," I growled, my grip on the edge of the table tightening.

This wasn't just trouble - it was calamity incarnate. Systems like this were akin to demons unleashed on a peaceful world. I'd seen the aftermath of their work before, or at least heard about it. Entire planets are reduced to lifeless wastelands. All thanks to beings like this.

Thankfully, I had prepared for scenarios like this. My gaze shifted to a small, unassuming box on the table. I carefully opened it, and a wave of dark energy spilled out, chilling the air around me.

When the aura dispersed, the fragmented remains of a corrupted Holy Grail glimmered inside. It was tainted, yes, but its power was undeniable.

I had this corrupted Holy Grail from drawing Gacha.

I let it rot in the dimension pocket since using it is not different from shooting at your own toe.

Only facing this impending world, I picked it up again. Even though it is corrupted, its ability is the real thing.

"This will do," I murmured, carefully picking up the fragment.

Pressing a hidden button on the floor, I activated the transformation sequence. The room around me shifted and rearranged itself, revealing a fully equipped workshop.

I placed the fragment into a cauldron, watching as it began to melt under intense heat. The dark liquid churned, releasing a faint, eerie glow.

"Angra Mainyu," I said solemnly, "Your malice is going to be used for a better purpose."

Reaching for the hammer beside me, I watched as molten material poured into a knife-shaped frame. My thoughts were focused now.

My hand raised the hammer high and stroke down.

Each strike created a sweet melody.