Sparking Away from the Devil's Riches Chapter 1

Oliver Cong had a dream.

...I must be dreaming, right?

Sitting on the bed glittering with gold, the surroundings were clearly the layout of the rental house where I lived every day in my memory, but for some reason, it was now filled with gold bars.

The brilliant, surprising, dreamy colors hurt the eyes.

In his twenty-five years of life, he had never touched a gold bar with his own hands.

But subconsciously, Oliver Cong picked up one, put it to his mouth and took a bite.

Very heavy metal.

There was a small tooth mark when I took it out.

Although he couldn't figure out whether this represented real gold, Oliver Cong took a deep breath anyway.

Just then, he suddenly noticed an evil-looking...thing standing next to him.

He moved his gaze towards the other person inch by inch. There was no ugly feature on him, and at first glance, he was not much different from an ordinary human being.

But just by looking at each other like this, humans seem to naturally know each other's identity.

"Are you... a devil?" Oliver Cong swallowed and rubbed his butt back.

And the devil accepted this identity.

He bared his teeth, raised the work badge hanging around his neck, and gave Oliver Cong a bright smile.

"Dude, do you want some gold bars?" he asked.

"Okay, but in order to prevent the conversion from failing, I need to make one statement to you first..."

"I want."

"I know, but I still need to tell you..."

"I want!"

"I understand, but there is a price to pay for making a deal with the devil. You need to..."

"I want!!"

"Beep beep, beep beep---"

A familiar voice sounded, and the Golden House suddenly shook violently.

Oliver Cong grabbed the tail of the retreating demon, sweat pouring down his forehead, "Stop talking nonsense, give me the gold bar before I'm woken up by the alarm clock!!!"

The demon was so shocked by the dream that he sat down on the gold bar floor. He didn't care about his tail and frantically took out a piece of paper: "Okay, okay, then you tick here to indicate that you have read all the user requirements..."

A "pop" sound interrupted the devil's words.

A bloody handprint making a "V" appeared on the brown paper. Oliver Cong spat out the blood in his mouth without hesitation, and watched the golden light representing success emerge from the paper. Then he closed his eyes peacefully, ready to wake up from the dream.

Very good...

Now...

No need to work for others...

The demon stuffed the half-taken-out ballpoint pen back into his pocket in shock.

Before the dream was about to collapse, he finally showed a look of joy and tears.

That's right.

This is the decisiveness of signing the devil's treaty without fear.

This was the ferocity of biting the palm without hesitation.

This is the power of action that abandons human identity without hesitation.

Oliver Cong, this human being, must be a...super evil villain who is extremely greedy!

This is the best beginning for the devil's revival and wreak havoc on the world!

The devil finally came to his senses and shouted to Oliver Cong who was gradually moving away:

"During the fifteen working days, you must always be greedy! Remember, only after the fifteen working days, if you successfully transform into a demon, can the gold become real!"

...What?

What working days? What working days?

Oliver Cong slowly opened his eyes, felt the cold air outside the quilt, and saw his empty rental house. Finally, he couldn't help rubbing his head into the pillow, making an indistinct humming sound.

It’s so cold, it’s so cold outside the bed...Why does gold only exist in dreams?

How abominable.

He drowsily pressed the button to stop the alarm on his phone. At first he felt strange because he hadn't waited for the alarm to ring before waking up for a long time.

Then I felt something strange touching my fingers.

what.

He reluctantly turned his head and picked up the strange little piece of paper.

Double Color Ball?

No, there's something underneath. He rubbed his eyes, turned the lottery paper over, and was stunned again.

A long, thin thing with a little heart-shaped arrow...eh?

Oliver Cong stroked it all the way, lifted the quilt, and pulled it again.

"Hiss...ah?"

This touch went straight to the back of my butt.

Oliver Cong: "Ah???"

He turned his head in a daze and stared for a few seconds. After a moment of silence, he stood up. When he stood up, his eyes went dark. He paused for a few seconds before heading straight to the dressing mirror in the closet.

Tail.

Not only the tail, Oliver Cong opened his mouth and touched his four fangs in the mirror several times.

Then he opened and closed it repeatedly, opening and closing it to make sure that these four teeth would not poke a hole in his mouth.

Not only the fangs, he lifted up his clothes to see the faint strange pattern on his belly.

There was no feeling, it felt just like... a regular tattoo.

The color was obviously very light. For some reason, he seemed to know this knowledge point from birth - he had to wait until fifteen working days, when he had completely become a demon, before the color would become darker.

That’s right, this is a countdown to the incarnation of the devil.

The end of time will mean that he abandons his human identity and becomes a kind of evil being mixed in with the human world.

Oliver Cong digested this fact for a moment, then looked quietly at the lottery ticket on the table and thought of the outrageous dream.

I couldn't help but swallow.

It seems like he is really going to get rich.

What? Being a human?

Who is still a human being?

Since there are still fifteen working days left before the award is due, the devil Oliver Cong still arrived at work on time today.

But this is only temporary.

He took a look at the work on the computer, smiled contemptuously, and immediately went to the tea room with a pen and paper to slack off.

Who would stay here to work if they have a room full of gold?

He plans to use the money to start his own business.

Start a business.

That’s right, you can’t use that money to live a lazy, mediocre life without worries about food and clothing.

He wanted more.

Money, more money, he wants to use that lottery ticket to create more wealth for himself.

Oliver Cong found a corner and began to plan for his future.

The things you want will only become more and more. Even if you win the lottery, it only makes an ordinary person become a relatively rich person among ordinary people. I am afraid that you can't even catch up with the real nouveau riche.

But it is far from enough to stop at being an ordinary person with money.

Only money can make money.

He wants to become a truly wealthy man who can truly regard hundreds of millions as small goals.

No offspring, yes, now exclude the task of marriage from life. No one can divide his property, he will not give a penny to his descendants. After his death, he will take a huge amount of gold with him!

No...that's not right.

The long and slender tail flapped left and right excitedly. Oliver Cong opened his mouth and touched his fangs again.

By then, he will become a demon and can create more wealth for himself forever and ever! He will make more and more, countless money.

Not even death could take away a shred of his fortune.

Even his eyes began to lose focus, Oliver Cong was stunned by this overwhelming wealth. He shook his head and stamped his feet quietly, trying to calm himself down.

"Hey? Xiao Cong? This is the first time I see you slacking off here."

A Mason walked into the tea room, glanced at his tail wagging behind him, then looked away and said with a smile: "Do you want to relax recently?"

Oliver Cong bit the ballpoint pen and said with a vague laugh: "Yes, you will get tired if you work so hard all the time."

Just kidding. The lottery draw will be held in fifteen working days. Then I will pretend to work for a while and then immediately find an excuse to resign and leave.

But it cannot be shown now, wealth cannot be exposed.

This lottery ticket is the first step for him to realize his life ideal, and there cannot be any mistakes.

He greeted his Mason as usual, walked away from the coffee machine, and made room for him. He couldn't help but stamp his feet again, quietly laughing to himself.

The Mason couldn't help but look behind him again: "That's right...Are you in a good mood?"

"Hehe, it's okay." Oliver Cong turned around.

The long tail swayed unconsciously, attracting the attention of Mason.

He kept organizing his thoughts on paper. Although this windfall was completely unexpected, it was not a life-threatening event for him.

He had the idea of   starting a business a long time ago and had been thinking about how to obtain more and more resources for a long time.

It’s just that the time to achieve the first step is much earlier than he expected, so everything has to be planned from scratch.

Catering? Catering seems to be a good choice for him now.

Oliver Cong made a note on the paper.

"Well!"

Suddenly, as if an electric current struck his brain, he straightened his back, curled up his toes, and trembled all over.

Wait, what?

What is this strange feeling?

He squinted his eyes and looked back, and saw his Mason holding his newly grown tail. Not only was he holding it very rudely, he was even looking at him with innocent eyes.

"I just wanted to ask you... do you... have a tail?" He shook his long and thin tail.

Oliver Cong widened his eyes in shock.

Shouldn't this kind of thing come with a buff that makes it "invisible to mortals"?

Oliver Cong stared at the new tail, and his head buzzed for a moment.

How come it can not only be seen but also touched?

He wanted to make the tail still so he could use the excuse of cosplay or something.

However, it was completely out of control and felt a little painful from being pinched, so it tried to twist in the Mason's hand and slapped the other person's hand with the little heart-shaped arrow.

There is absolutely no attack power.

"It's a prop." Oliver Cong said.

A Mason said: "...it's obviously alive."

Oliver Cong grabbed the tail that was trying to chase the other party and said: "It's stuffed with high technology, so it moves on its own."

Mason: "...but it's not tied around the waist..."

Oliver Cong remained calm and said, "Oh, put it in your butt."

My Mason raised his eyebrows sharply and took a deep breath through his nose: "Does this also happen during work?"

For future plans, it was just a loss of face. If he was fired for improper conduct, it would save him from having to make excuses.

Yes, this is all temporary!

In order to fool people into thinking the long tail is the right thing to do, you have to use a topic that is distracting enough.

After just a moment's hesitation, Oliver Cong responded fluently: "Personal hobby."

For the sake of wealth, this temporary surrender means nothing!

Under the confused gaze of his Mason, he carefully tucked his tail back into his clothes. No one was holding it, and the terrifying feeling finally disappeared.

He exhaled: "Not only today, I will wear it every day from now on, don't touch it."