Whenever Wang Diren thought of that stronghold family, of the little child he had once coaxed with a piece of candy, a sharp pain would pierce his heart.
His own personal system was utterly useless. It promised a prosperous world where wishes came true, yet started off by binding him to a convenience store. As a result, the only things at his disposal seemed to be civilian goods. Look at other people: endless guns, artillery, and planes, with bullets and shells that never ran out, as if they didn't even need to eat.
Or why not just give him a game of rock-paper-scissors where he was guaranteed to win? Make the Emperor lose and surrender. Directly order the Japanese to withdraw their troops, and everything would be settled.
Chapter 38