MTL - Director of a Suspense Film - Chapter 103 、103

He loved her. She left him for someone richer.But that night, something awakened in Nishanth — a system with no fame boosts, no fantasy powers, and no second chances.Just money. Assets. Ownership.The Infinity Spend Protocol doesn't make him a hero. It makes him a Spend King — a silent force who crushes rivals, empowers the poor, and stuns the nation with outrageous moves.From the slums of Warangal to the boardrooms of Mumbai, Nishanth spends to dominate — buying failed properties, funding orphan tech labs, and humiliating those who once laughed at him.And when the world finally asks:“Who is behind all this?”He walks on stage and answers,“The boy you forgot. The man who never forgot you.”Spend. Dominate. Rise.This is the rise of India’s Spend King — a man who never needed fame.........Only the fire of betrayal.

Forty years ago, Gu Hai, transmigrated to a brand new world where the cultivation was no longer fiction but a reality. These are the tales of Gu Hai’s life since his arrival at the Chen Kingdom as he becomes the biggest merchant of six kingdoms.

Dusk is the boundary, Yin and Yang are divided into two parts.

When the evil god’s flesh and blood crowded out from the cracks in the earth, when mountains of flesh and blood appeared everywhere.

Some people fear it, some people worship it, and some people burn incense and make offerings.

Some people also tasted it, hey, it tastes good?

As a result, flesh and blood turned into crops, and people greedily harvested, fought for, and worshiped their ancestors.

Hu Ma was reincarnated from fear, ate Tai Sui, kept a stove, went through hardships, fought for his life against evil spirits everywhere, and then…

……What? Am I the evil one?

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“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world.Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!”The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears.Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing.Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable.His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next.After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual.“It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.”Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open.“Atticus? W-why are you here?”The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.”****Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren.Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.