Paladin of the Dead God - Chapter 297:

Qing Qin dressed as the cannon fodder character with the same name in the book, is an unlucky man who was imprisoned for a major accident after inheriting the richest man’s family business.

Now, he is about to start the first round of investment competition.

The winner of the competition will inherit the richest man’s 100 billion family business and embark on the road of cannon fodder, while the loser gets 10 million, which was enough for him to enjoy himself.

Qing Qin: “Okay, 1 million loses 1 million, and 10 million loses 10 million. If I don’t lose the game, I will be a dog!”

Seven years later.

Qing Qin is worth 100 billion yuan and is listed on the Forbes Rich List.

The former richest man burst into tears: “I now understand why you refused to compete to be heir in the first place. Even without the protection of your parents, you can create a business empire alone!”

The protagonist confessed to the media: “With all the properties under Lou’s family as a gift. I hope you can agree to my pursuit.”

Qing Qin looked up at the sky and sighed. He could only write sadly in his autobiography: “Really, I didn’t think about making money at first…”

This book became a bestseller. Netizens are happy to play along–

“Actually, I don’t plan to make money.”

“It’s not that I make money, but that money put itself into my arms.”

“Damn money, go away!”

- Description from Novelupdates

If you found out that you would be transmigrated to a fantasy world 10 days later, what would you do in these 10 days?

[Activating the Cultivation Emulator.]

[Your current cultivation talent options are: extraordinary writing skills, disabilities…]

[Day 1. You transmigrated to a small village at the foot of Tianwu Mountain. You were determined to become a great cultivator who was immortal. On the same day, you left the village and headed into the mountains.]

[Day 2. You were in the mountains and hadn’t found any food so far. Hungry and thirsty, you sought temporary shelter in a dilapidated temple at night. To your surprise, there were monsters in the temple. You had no means to defend yourself and you died.]

[Ding! You completed the simulation. Every day, you can permanently retain a talent. You can also extract the talents into the real world.]

10 days later, Zhao Hao ventured into the cultivation world, along with 10 top cultivation talents.

In an unfortunate twist of fate, Adrian, a man from the 21st century, is accidentally killed by the Goddess of Fate. As recompense for her mistake, she grants Adrian a second chance at life in an alternate world. Upon awakening, Adrian is startled to find himself surrounded by a setting reminiscent of eighteenth-century Europe. It quickly becomes apparent to him that he has been reincarnated as none other than Napoleon Bonaparte, the indomitable figure who once ruled over Europe for two tumultuous decades.

Disclaimer:

This work of fiction explores a speculative narrative in which the protagonist is reborn as Napoleon Bonaparte and embarks on a journey to power, encountering both historical and fictional characters. While the story draws inspiration from the life and historical context of Napoleon Bonaparte, it is important to note that the events, interactions, and outcomes portrayed in this work are entirely fictional and should not be interpreted as a reflection of real historical events.

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