Little Prodigal Alliance Head - Chapter 482: I Want to Go Back

Noah was a social outcast, bullied and shunned by his peers. He suffered humiliation after humiliation, building up a resentment for the world that he couldn’t act on, as he was as weak as they come.That is, until he discovers a dusty grimoire in his attic. Just by opening it, a mystical power flooded his very being, fundamentally altering his body and granting him a gift unlike any other.[Creator’s Grimoire System: Activated][Starting Level: 100]Equipped with the strongest system, unrivaled and seemingly boundless in its abilities, Noah decides to take back the life he missed out on, and much more.Weaving time, rewriting the memories of those around him, and even summoning fictional heroes, there seems to be no limit to the newfound power he has gained from his system.As the world’s first supervillain, he sets his sights on world domination, but who will try and stop the godlike youth in his path?

The financial market is swept up and down, and the crocodiles are annihilated in chatting and laughing.

The most successful investor in history, the peak of the mysterious existence. He is Bridgewater’s largest investor, and his earnings beat Renaissance Technologies. He pointed to John Paulson, who strangled Long-Term Capital Management.

Killing a person in ten steps without leaving a name for a thousand miles, he is the son of finance and the king of hedging!

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A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust.What in this world could last forever?Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth?Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.