This Life, I Will Be the Protagonist-Chapter 1085 Divine Game My World 30 Ton Ton

What happens when at least half of a race becomes obsessed with doing business?

Logically, it should be a nightmare. If everyone is making money, then who is working, and who is spending?

Yet I often feel this world was deliberately designed this way. The half of the Wind Scythe who are not obsessed with commerce all happen to be exceptionally strong. Their companion scythes are powerful by nature, born for battle.

Meanwhile, the Wind Scythe who love business and are actually good at it possess scythes that are almost useless and extremely fragile. As a result, they are forced to pour vast amounts of wealth into gathering materials just to upgrade their scythes.

To sum it up, a Wind Scythe’s scythe is either good at cutting the throats of beasts, or good at harvesting profit.

I happen to be a Wind Scythe who does not enjoy doing business.

I travel to the most dangerous places in the world of Ton Ton in search of the rarest gems, metals, and minerals. As long as I find even one, I can sell it to the merchant scythes and live comfortably for several years without worry.

But just as I said, the world feels designed.

Wind Scythe who love combat and adventure do not stop chasing danger just because they have earned enough money.

Likewise, Wind Scythe who love making money do not stop making money simply because they already have plenty.

It all sounds cool. Even warm.

We complement one another. We need one another. A perfect closed loop.

When those of us who love adventure grow old, we can always find a job in a shop opened by another Wind Scythe.

Those born with a talent for business make money easily and spend generously. Every job comes with excellent benefits and treatment.

That is, if we can survive long enough to grow old.

Unfortunately, we are not the rulers of Ton Ton.

Ton Ton belongs to the Bonecarver, and Wind Scythe just happen to be their favorite food.

If this world truly was designed, then we were clearly designed as food for the Bonecarver. Our size is perfect for a single meal. Our scythes are not only suitable for picking teeth, but also ideal materials for building Bonecarver nests.

It is unfair, because we have no way to fight back.

Even the strongest Wind Scythe cannot withstand a single blow from a juvenile Bonecarver.

The reproduction rate of Wind Scythe cannot keep up with the Bonecarver’s appetite. Even without formal statistics, we can all see it. There are fewer Wind Scythe every year.

Sometimes, when I walk through the underground markets and look at the expressions on the faces of my kin, I feel disbelief.

Why do we live so earnestly, when there is no future to see?

As if we will all grow old.

As if we can go out traveling at any time without worrying about whether we will come back alive.

To this day, I do not know the natural lifespan of a Wind Scythe, because I have never seen one die of old age.

Why plan for such a distant future?

Well, I think I know the reason, but it is almost better left unsaid.

At the beginning of every year, the tribal shaman proclaims, "The turning point is near. I have seen the turning point for the Wind Scythe."

The problem is, he says this every single year.

And he only became shaman three years ago, because the previous one was eaten while out for a walk.

It is one thing for young Wind Scythe to believe him, but why do Wind Scythe my age believe it too?

Anger.

I no longer want to stay with these Wind Scythe who pretend to be foolish just to keep living happily.

I walked out of the Wind Scythe underground fortress, and then I witnessed a miracle like a meteor shower.

[The game The Great Cataclysm: Terror Rift is now live]

[Congratulations, player Raccoon Cub has awakened an S tier Divine Talent]

The Great Cataclysm?

Perhaps. I would call it the fortune of the Wind Scythe.

So the turning point truly was not far away.

Thank you, divine game.

...

After finishing this entry on Ton Ton, Rita frowned and thought for a long time.

When she first heard Ton Ton’s sigh, she could not understand why Wind Scythe occupied such a large proportion of its regret, far more than the Bonecarver.

At first, she assumed it was because the Bonecarver were nearly extinct, making them unnecessary to record. But the more she reflected, the clearer it became that Ton Ton truly regretted the Wind Scythe.

Of course, she did not think Wind Scythe were unworthy of a world’s regret.

They were powerful. Otherwise, they would never have seized the opportunity during the war between Bonecarver and the undead to quietly develop, rapidly gain the strength to protect themselves, then ally with the undead and deliver the final, devastating blow from behind at the most critical moment, nearly wiping the Bonecarver out.

Only a few Bonecarver remained in the end, likely wandering the universe now, if they were still alive at all.

After driving the Bonecarver out of Ton Ton, the Wind Scythe abandoned Ton Ton without hesitation and joined Lania Kaia.

That was what puzzled her.

Why would Ton Ton regret such Wind Scythe?

Wind Scythe did not even like Ton Ton. Rita recalled the Wind Scythe she had seen in Lania Kaia. Every single one of them was cheerful, lively, and serious about living.

They opened toy shops, restaurants, clothing stores, equipment stores. She herself had used Wind Scythe Express Delivery many times.

It was unbelievable. In a fully gamified era, Wind Scythe had even developed anonymous message delivery missions. The core selling point was that Wind Scythe could shout messages at enemies on behalf of buyers who wished to remain unnamed, with buyers even able to specify the expression and tone used.

Even if the Wind Scythe got beaten up for it, they would never demand compensation from the buyer.

As far as she knew, not long after Lania Kaia invaded BS, Wind Scythe had already acquired the recipe for McDondons and rapidly opened fast food restaurants across Lania Kaia using it.

Wind Scythe were enjoying life in Lania Kaia.

They were happy.

She thought this, and she said it out loud.

A sigh echoed.

A spark of insight flashed through Rita’s mind, and she tested, "Is this what you regret? That Wind Scythe were unhappy in Ton Ton?"

Another sigh followed, this time shifting tone, the sound of it stretching from the second note to the fourth.

Rita casually added, "You are not regretting that you bet on the wrong side, are you?"

This time, an unmistakably pure sigh sounded out.

Ah.

Rita: ...

It was indeed awkward. Bonecarver had only just become the leader of Ton Ton before being killed by the betraying Wind Scythe.

But in the end, even if Ton Ton had chosen Wind Scythe back then, Wind Scythe would never have fought for Ton Ton to the very end.

Just as Raccoon Cub had said, even if this game truly was The Great Cataclysm, for Wind Scythe, it was their fortune.

What were the Wind Scythe thinking now?

Were they considering expanding their business into Dawn?

Between Wind Scythe and Skycrab, who was better at doing business?

And did Raccoon Cub still feel anger toward their kin for always clinging to hope for the future?