Bank

If you want money, go, work for a bank. Sit at a desk. Behind it. Move data, translate the interfaces, actions, and tables into so many languages that even a machine can get it. Or be a mercenary. Policeman, soldier … simply security guard. You know, the one who protects banks and their owners, but basically owners in general — feudals — that is, whatever “-crats” who store their value in banks and who will happily enslave you, call it employment, and honestly believe that they do you a service.

Bank keeps the record.
None is so profitable
Letting others fight.

On the other hand, if you want to create, create. If you want to help, help. Set your borders — how much is enough? Then, simply do. You would do it either way. Money or not. Approval or not. Conceivable risks and all. The rest, consequences, some might say outcomes, are almost random. What matters are the transitions of moments lived through and going the distance. In full. That is, if what you really want is not just money, but you want to have your cake and eat it too.