Back to the Past: The Rise of the False Heiress Marrying the True Tycoon - Chapter 838 - : Dominating the Competition

Tianshu Fengshen list, Di Shu Shan Hai Jing, human book life and death book!
Above nine days, it is for the fairy palace!

- Description from ptwxz (translated)

Do you know what it feels like to get shot in the face? A bullet straight to the face?

Yeah, it's a type of quick death where you wouldn't have to feel much pain, but I'm sure most people wouldn't love to die that way...

..But that's exactly how Aiden died. He was shot in the face by the leader of the gang he was in, and it was instant death for him. He joined a gang due to the troubles of life, the unfairness of life, and that's what caused his death.

But that wasn't the end for Aiden. After meeting with the demi-gods and choosing a path, he passed through the cycle of reincarnation and was reborn as a baby into a world where superpowers exist...

..A world where your power element determines how far you'll go, a world where not everyone gets to possess an ability, a world where magical beasts exist.

Aiden would have to survive in this world, he'll have to become stronger to do that, he'll have to awaken an ability. Luckily for him, he was granted something no one else possesses...

[ Ding! Ding!]

[ You've been granted the Undefeated System]

With this system, Aiden can become stronger by conquering females, by banging them. This was gonna be of big help to him, the Undefeated System was gonna take him far.

His journey begins...

The day Louis discovered his girlfriend's betrayal, he died from a gunshot wound to the head. Fortunately, fate smiled on him and allowed him to be reincarnated in a magical world as the youngest son of an SSS-class family.That same day, he awakened his Class—an event that should have marked the beginning of his rise.Instead, it marked his downfall.[Ding! You have awakened an SSS-Rank Class.][Class: God of Money][Rank: SSS]A god? Yes, that's beautiful. But a god of money? In the eyes of his proud family, that title was a joke—an insult. The weakest, most useless Class imaginable.So, they banished him, stripped him of the family name, and cast him aside without a second thought.But they were unaware of his skill, abilities, and the potential that money could bring.He smiled as he saw himself banished and looked at the system.“If you fire me, it's okay. I'll keep creating missions even if I end up in a garbage dump, and I'll come back for your heads someday.”Two system messages flashed before him.[Your actions generate money, and money makes you stronger.][You have the ability to create missions.]Under the influence of his newly acquired Class, he will delve into all the magical paths this world offers, become embroiled in political intrigue, and conquer kingdoms on his own.“Money? I'm the God. Women?” That's fine—I have plenty.

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.