Prodigal System in the Flourishing City - Chapter 3 - : Money Can’t Buy Happiness

He died at twenty-two—bitter, brilliant, and broken. But death wasn’t the end.Now, Noel wakes up inside a tragic fantasy novel he read long ago... as a nameless extra doomed to die before chapter five. But there’s a catch—this “extra” isn’t ordinary.Armed with future knowledge, a sharp tongue, and a magic talent that defies common sense, Noel won’t just survive.He’ll rewrite the story.Because in this world?The real genius never had a name—until now.

The world ended.Zombies and monsters rose. Cities crumbled.And Merek? He woke up in the apocalypse with a job that lets him create armor for lingering souls—spirits without bodies, desperate for purpose.Turns out, the dead don’t rest easy. Some are angry. Some vengeful. Others? Just lost. When Merek binds them into steel warframes, they don’t just fight... they evolve.Now, he leads a legion of the undead—ghosts in armor, bound to him by oath and fate.Faction leaders call him mad. Warlords want him dead. And God? If He’s watching, He’s not talking.Merek was supposed to die with everyone else.Instead, he got a support type job no one’s heard of... and a shot at rewriting his pathetic Earth-life.In this world, only the fittest survive.And Merek? He’s got undeads in steel at his side.

In Region Three's Nian family, the notorious 'double waste' Nian Shutong and the widely known 'frail beauty' Fu Yunhe got married and were exiled to a toxic, deserted planet to die.'I bet they can live for a month.''I bet half a month.''I bet ten days!'Although the bets continued, unexpectedly this abandoned planet began to produce rice supplying the entire star system, brilliant white fine salt, sweet sugar, and pure meat.Nian Shutong, once despised, soared to become a top-tier planet lord, and started a luxurious, enviable retirement life.As many coveted her success, she encountered trouble today, received flowers tomorrow.The silent big spender Fu Yunhe couldn't sit back any longer. Touching Nian Shutong's back, he said with grievance: 'You are married.''Don't worry, they are not as rich as you; those richer aren't as handsome as you; the handsome ones aren't as obedient as you; those more obedient can't take a beating like you.''?'Fu Yunhe bowed his head and twiddled his fingers, asking again, 'How much more do I need to spend to really deserve it?'Nian Shutong patted his head gently and whispered, 'There, there, spend a bit more.'

The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”