“So, no problem, basically,” Mammon mumbled with a wide shadowy grin.

“Yep!” Winston chuckled and slowly walked towards his resting pod.

As he opened the small chamber and placed one foot inside, he looked back at Mammon and asked, “What about Lust’s progress?”

“She’s doing fine. The steroids are being mass-produced through credible sources that would even fool Tyr, which is great.” Mammon snapped his hand and an illusory hologram showing a line chart appeared in the middle of the air. “With the empire having a population of over 2 billion people, and the rest of humanity totaling up to 8 billion people, we can expect that by 666,” he paused and smirked. “We’ll have well over 10 billion humans, and we can probably even reach 15 billion if we do a little bit of nudges here and there.”

“Wowzers!” Winston gasped before he shook his head. “I thought we won’t be tryharding in this incarnation? Well, in comparison with our other schemes before, taking over the entire continent along with the sky islands and the underground labyrinths isn’t too stressful… so I guess it’s still an acceptable level of hard work.”

“True,” Mammon agreed before his tone grew despondent. “Although I cannot help but worry about our power-hungry counterparts… But that’s a thing to worry for another day. It’s still just the start. Starting over as a lingering soul isn’t too bad in contrast to the time we have to struggle as a single-celled organism back in that shitty reality.”

“Haha!” Winston laughed. “That was so shit man, at least we already lost the sense of depression altogether by that point so we didn’t commit suicide. Anyways, I’m going now!” Winston took another plunge into his resting pod. “See you this Friday!”

“See you on Friday!” Mammon chuckled and pressed a button at the same time Winston entered the pod fully.

The pod then closed on its own, locking away Winston’s weird chimera monstrosity of a space monster body sealed in enclosed time.

With one last look at his ally’s temporally frozen body, Mammon rubbed his bald pitch-black head and grumbled, “Fuck, I cannot wait to be a protagonist and not have to deal with all this three-year deadline bullshit.”

…

In a luxurious room with elegant wooden chairs made of high-quality magical wood, tables crafted from rare minerals found deep underground in the caves and labyrinths below, lights powered by pure mana crystals, windows that glimmered with refracted iridescent light, four unique characters surrounded a simple round table with stacks of papers and illusory projections floating all around the place in a haphazard yet orderly manner.

A young man with brown hair and green eyes, wearing a casual yet stylish outfit consisting of a long-sleeved white shirt tucked into a pair of beige pants affixed his glasses and muttered, “Fuck, I hate work.”

“Same!” Another young man, with eyes interlaced with stacked golden rings and striking white hair, along with the dark skin commonly found in those that reside in the southern regions of the continent, yawned and stretched his arched back.

“Just focus on the work. Besides, we’re already utilizing state-of-the-art technology right here,” Leo calmly stated as he tapped on a strange object with a brightly lit screen, placed on top of a board full of keys with letters, symbols, and numbers written on them. “A fucking laptop, we have a goddamn magic laptop already!”

Across the young man with blond hair that has dark tips, and light-yellow eyes, with a muscular physique, a young lady chuckled with a charming smirk.

The young lady had long, flowing silver hair and scarlet red eyes, long fangs, and pale white skin - the characteristic traits of vampires. The aura she released wasn’t particularly strong, but her beauty and charms could be said to topple kingdoms with a mere glance.

She wore a simple dark red scholarly robe, with the hood pulled back, and adorning her downright terrifyingly beautiful face was a pair of glasses that gave her an erudite air.

“Don’t be so uptight, boy.” She glanced at Leo and leaned back on her chair, causing her big badonkas to jiggle and wobble.

The three young men ignored that entirely though as they were too depressed by the sea of work they had to swim through.

“You know, even though I’m a fucking slave, a slave still gotta have some rights!” Melvin sighed heavily.

“Wow, a slave having rights,” Leo said sarcastically as he continued to tap on his laptop.

“Ugh, I cannot wait to be done with this shit,” Simon groaned as multiple quills floated over on top of different stacks of papers. Through the usage of magic, his efficiency in signing his signature on various documents was extremely fast, but magic can only go so far for someone whose main gimmick was being super fucking rich.

“Hey, cheer up you guys,” the lady chuckled and leaned forward suggestively. “Say what, if we finish up to 60% by the end of today, I’ll let you guys have sex with me.”

Stolen novel; please report.

“No thanks,” Simon immediately refused without batting an eye. “I’d rather not be a monster fucker.”

“So you’re calling your master a monster now?” the young lady scoffed. “What about you, Melvin?”

“Nope!” Melvin smiled. “I prefer cock over pussy, and it seems like Boss is a little stressed tonight…. Hehehe.”

“Leo?” the lady turned to look at the busy young man and asked hopefully.

“No. Even though I may be a demon in human flesh and will commit, and have committed various crimes already, cheating on my to-be fiancee is not on my list. Sex is sacred, and I’ll reserve it to the one I’ll be betrothed to.”

“UGH!” she huffed and ruffled her hair in dismay. “One doesn’t like to fuck a beauty because he’s not a monster fucker which is extremely racist by the way. The other likes dick more than pussy. And the last one is a goddamn devoted follower of God!”

“You won’t even get to marry anyone at this rate because the world would end in three years by our own fucking hands!” she shouted. “Argh, so much for being beauty incarnate and being Lust! I knew I should have gotten that hermaphrodite pussy-dick earlier!”

“Greed… Greed! You better give me my penis soon!” she murmured with a dark tone and eyed Melvin with a scarlet glimmer in her eyes.

…

Back again in this feeble body of flesh and blood. Winston opened his eyes and was met with the dimly lit room of his rented house. He blinked his eyes slowly and turned over his sheet.

Planting his feet on the ground, he yawned and redid his usual morning routine in this body of his with no background or history. And the only reason this was even a thing was because Mammon was too lazy to find a suitable host to abduct and replace so he just slapped Winston’s existence into this mess.

Now, Winston has to deal with shit for five days while the original does his best in stealing and increasing their collective luck so he can finish the job regarding the male leads.

A few minutes later, he stood in front of a mirror wearing the royal academy’s school uniform and fiddling around with his necktie before grinning brightly. Compared to yesterday, WInston’s appearance had undergone subtle change and there was a more noticeable air to his presence.

Nodding his head, he grabbed his bag and prepared to head out to school, but his plans were interrupted by a sudden signal that rang in his mind.

He paused in his steps and blinked his eyes in confusion. But, he proceeded as usual and went down the stairs with his bag in tow. Arriving at the kitchen sink, he prepared himself a glass of water and finally answered the call.

As a familiar golden screen opened in his view, a product of stealing partial control over the world’s flow of information and creating this sort of worldwide transmission system, the screen blurred for a moment before a man came into view.

The man appeared unremarkable, ugly, even. He has curly black hair and dark brown skin, seemingly from years of exposure to sunlight, with rolled-up sleeves and haggard eyes. If one looked closely they’d see some minor wounds and nicks across his exposed forearms.

“Sloth?” Winston asked with confused eyes.

“Dude, you gotta fucking help me, man. Our cheat isn’t strong enough for me to explore those caves dude! That’s a fucking dragon cave, the monsters there are stupidly strong B to A Rank monsters! What can a fucking human like me do?!” the guy pleaded as he literally went down on his knees and begged.

“Help you?! How? We literally have so many clones working hard on training Fortune Stealer after we finally got this ability to do so, and I can’t do anything more than that!” Winston answered with a bemused smile.

“Argh! Why did you guys just have to make me do this by relying entirely on Fortune Stealer?! Can’t I at least have some access to magic? Even a teleport spell or invisibility spell help so much right now!” Sloth bit his lips as he looked around his shabby room with sunken eyes.

“Dude, you can just steal magical equipment! That still counts as using only Fortune Stealer!” Winston shook his head and shrugged his shoulders.

“Wow, what a smartass! I LIVE IN FUCKING MIRAKAL, THE BOONIES, THE GODDAMN COUNTRYSIDE! WHERE DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FIND MAGICAL ARTIFACTS?! FROM THE DRAGON CAVE?!” Sloth shouted.

“Well, you’re on your own! We need a test subject to examine the extent of our luck and cheat, and you just got the short end of the stick!” Winston laughed.

“AHHHH! I FUCKING HATE THIS!” Sloth looked up at the ceiling of his room and chuckled depressingly. “That’s why I need your fucking help.”

“And how will I help, hmm?” Winston asked and took a sip from his glass full of water.

“You know how Anna can control spirits right?” Sloth asked mysteriously.

“Yeah?” Winston raised his eyebrow and placed the glass back where it belonged before focusing back on the decrepit young man.

“And you also remember when she fought against Mammon back in the place where our lab used to belong?” Sloth continued.

“Yes…?”

“And you remember how she elevated her strength straight to the levels of a dragon because the spirits basically lent her their strength willingly and voluntarily?” Sloth smiled.

“Oh… you’re planning on that.” Winston nodded his head with an enlightened gaze.

“Yes… I’ll be stealing her affinity with the spirits before enslaving them fully without any luck expenditure.” Sloth smiled wickedly.

“You should have said so in the first place!” Winston clicked his tongue. “You only wasted my time because you kept whining about your responsibility!”

“Fuck you, why don’t you and I switch places then?! I’ll steal your identity, and you’ll be forced to have mine! Don’t forget that I theoretically have the strongest Fortune Stealer amongst us besides Rob and Greed.” Sloth crossed his arms and glared at Winston.

“Sheesh, fine!” Winston slumped his shoulders helplessly and rubbed his chin. “So I’m assuming you want me to give you the perfect opportunity to do your little stealing?”

“Yes,” Sloth answered with a grin.

“Okay, okay,” Winston repeated twice and looked at the sky. “I think I can do that, but only with higher luck.”

Sloth, who was listening in closely, clicked his tongue upon hearing Winston’s words and instantaneously understood what he really meant. So, with a snap of his fingers, a subtle change occurred in Winston’s aura.

Through the lens of luck, Sloth, who was inspecting Winston’s luck from the very start which took the form of a strange black ball of dark purple flashed for a moment before significantly increasing in size.

“There, you happy now?” Sloth asked.

“Yes, sir!” Winston happily answered and turned around. “I’ll be seeing you later then, you lazy sloth.”

Sloth rolled his eyes, and without uttering another word, closed off the channel.

Now all alone, Winston grinned and a sinister golden gleam flashed in his eyes. What a deal.