Reborn in the Seventies: Pampered Wife, Owning some Farmland - Chapter 1261 - 1262: Invisible Tycoon

Ham Dani, a normal student whose hobbies were to read novels.

~My Lovely Harem School Life~Just like the cringy name suggests, it's a well-known dating sim that gained popularity due to the beautiful heroines, fun story, and most importantly, the significance of the player's choices that influence the endings....But why did I end up transmigrating into the scummiest character in the game, Yagami Reiji, the heir to the biggest Yakuza group in the country? The trash that harassed the main cast, the trash that bullied the students, and the trash that ultimately 'steals' the heroines if the player makes the wrong decisions.Why, God, Why!?Will my predecessor's past, a horrific mess, haunt me? Will my father, the King of the Underworld, accept me? Will the characters, now a reality, still hate me?I decided to live a regular life, slowly taking the steps to whitewash my reputation..... With an occasional punch thrown here and there......Wait, why is the original protagonist a complete idiot?

Growth cheats? Infinite magic power? The ability to utilize all archetypes? What’s the point if instant death ends everything with a single attack?

High school senior Yogiri Takatou was on a school field trip when he woke up to a dragon assaulting his sightseeing bus, with the only ones still on the bus being him and his female classmate, the panicking Tomochika Dannoura. Apparently the rest of his classmates had been given special powers by Sion, a woman who introduced herself as Sage, and escaped from the dragon, leaving those that hadn’t received any special powers behind as dragon bait.

And so Yogiri was thrown into a parallel universe full of danger, with no idea of what just happened. Likewise, Sion had no way of knowing just what kind of being she had summoned to her world.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.