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After dying a miserable death, the famous author assumed he was going to pass on and finally leave his responsibilities behind.

[You have reincarnated.]

James found himself reincarnated into the body of Jared, the son of the village's elder in a demon-infested wasteland.

The North, abandoned by a cowardly kingdom after a brutal war, crawled with monsters and desperate survivors. Jared left to save his father with a miracle cure, but James arrived too late—the Elder was dead, the village was starving, and the title of Elder fell on his unprepared shoulders.

Luckily, he had a cheat code to rely on.

[You have awakened your Infinite Item Shop System.]

[Current balance: 0 Sp. Buy everything, Sell anything.]

[You grow stronger the more gods choose to observe you.]

[The god of wealth is amazed at your talent.]

[The god of wealth has gifted you a divine blessing.] 

[The god of love wishes to observe you.]

Jared found a way to save the people of his village from dying from their own weakness and the horrors of the world.

[You have gained 50 Sp.]

[You have purchased a pistol.]

[13 Sp has been deducted.]

[You killed a Dire Wolf.]

[150 Sp has been added to your account.]

[The villagers' loyalty to you has risen.]

[You have earned 300 Sp.]

[You can now convert this world's money into Sp.]

With this system, Jared was more than ready to conquer the North, money, power and women.

Reincarnated as the Elder's son: My Infinite Shop Points System

Jared sat on the floor of his room, legs stretched out, arms behind his head, sighing for the tenth time in two minutes.

A warm towel landed on his forehead.

"I'm not dying, you know," he muttered, eyes closed.

Lucy knelt beside him, folding the towel at the edges with deliberate care. "You look like you want to."

"I feel like I've aged a decade in a week."

"Good. Now you match your attitude."

Jared cracked an eye open to glance at her. She smiled sweetly—too sweet.

He groaned and let the towel stay. "It's the blacksmith."

"Yeah. He's doing well. Too well. If I praise him too much, he'll get cocky. If I say nothing, he might quit."

Lucy tilted her head, gently massaging his shoulders. "So, naturally, you chose the option where he thinks you hate him."

"I prefer 'calculated restraint.'"

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