you still have to waste time working. With money you can choose to not go to work. Also you can get prostitutes
you know what.
I the actual devil am giving you a special offer .I would make one your imagination husbando/wiafu/whatever those shotas are real for 60% of your lifespan .
They would have 40% of your life as his lifespan. He?she/it would be as you imagine .
or as a special deal his lifespan will be 30% your lifespan and you would get one small magical power. You can show this magical power to media or scientist to earn money.
example
if you would live for 80 years.
Then after deal.
you will live for 32 years. The thing which i brought into existence will live for 32 years from today .
A competitor wants to scam me with his worthless deal?
It probably won’t be the last time some tries to make a bargain with me but at least know your target before you move.
What do you think i work to earn money for? Money is worthless to me. Only permanent thing hold any value to me anything temporary are worthless. I work because i want to enjoy a life, i want an experience that is called normal life. These knowledge i learn, these experience i feel, these memory i get, the stories of those that live, they are my food. They are my fuels. They enrich my inner self. They entertain me in this immoral world of Mother Nature.
I will live and i will die so is the deal i made with Death, my most respected and best friend.
My life span is not a number. It is a limitation, a challenge to see whether i can live my life to the fullest. I promise Death to tell him the wonders i experience in life and i honor that oath.
Making my imagination real?
Are you that lacking in imagination that you offered such a thing to me?
Those imagination of mine is already mine and it’s real and it exists deep within my psyche. My lovely Idia and K safeguarded those imagination of mine. If i ever want to share them to the world, i would do it myself through my hands, my words and my arts. There is absolutely no way that i allows those mortals to even look at them without me knowing.
prostitute?
magical power?
What creature would i be if i let something as tasteless as sins spoil the truly valuable thing to me?
i have been in this soul market for a while. This world is my food can, my garden. I grow souls. i let them live in happiness. i destroy the contaminated. I declare this section of the world as mine and as long as my friend, Death, didn’t claim them, their soul is mine to taste.
Someone can literally put me alone in a house with just the internet and free time to think about stuff and i won't grow depressed.
You still haven’t developed your taste bud then.