I am grinding experience in another world - Chapter 662 - 650 Wu Mu

Alexander Blackwell has always been a man of taste, charm, and relentless ambition—traits he inherited alongside the world’s largest fortune. When his legendary father, a trillionaire who built an empire from nothing, passes away, Alexander wakes up to a reality most could only dream of: unlimited power, endless wealth, and a blank canvas to shape his legacy.But Alexander isn’t content with simply inheriting the Blackwell name; he’s determined to redefine it. From purchasing private islands to creating monuments of vanity, hosting the most exclusive events, and launching ventures that blur the line between brilliance and indulgence, he sets out to make himself unforgettable.To Alexander, ambition and excess go hand in hand. After all, what’s the point of having everything if you’re not building something bigger? What’s the point of having it all if you aren’t living like it?Disclaimer:This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved.

“I, Tang Li, will only marry the most powerful and influential man in the world!”The powerful man, Song Boyan, was the man she was clinging onto now. The man was holding a cigarette between his fingers. He touched her chin softly.“Do you know what you are talking about?”“I want to be Mrs. Song.”Mr. Song laughed aloud.“You do like to brag. Aren’t you afraid of its consequences?”He received a kiss just as he was done talking.Her previous life was awful because she had loved the wrong man. After her rebirth, she had made a vow that she wanted to set things straight for herself. However, she had clung onto a powerful man in the end. Their marriage was rather chaotic too.“Sir, Madam has ruined the eastern wall of the manor.”“Protect her well. Don’t let her hurt herself.”“Sir, Madam said that she wants to run away from home with the young master.”Mr. Song sighed and put down the documents in his hands.“Send them to wherever they want to go. Don’t let them get lost on the way,” Mr. Song ordered.

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?