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Beggar Cultivation System

Apollo Leone tried to prolong his life as best as he could. But alas, he couldn’t escape the grasp of death. Even with his talent and being the wealthiest person on Earth, he died on a hospital bed. All his money, power, and influence vanished with his last breath. However, fate proved to be playful. Who would have thought there was a place after death that is neither Hell nor Heaven? There, he met a faceless woman named Aster, who granted him a new life on another planet where strength reigns supreme. But on one condition... Wait?! I have to live my life as a beggar?! Known as the most wealthiest person to have ever live and the person at the very top, how will he adjust to this new world where people can summon meteors, punch through mountains, and cut the sea in half? Beggar Cultivation System Activated! "You received 1 Alm Point!" "You received 1 Alm Point!" "You received 1 Alm Point!" ... ... "You received 100 Alm Points!" "Do you want to advance to the next stage?" "Yes!" Author's Note: -I will try my best to incorporate comedy into it and give it a slice of life style. - If we reach 300 Power Stones each week, there will be a bonus chapter. -100 Golden Tickets = 3 Extra Chapters at the End of the month.

Lncea · Eastern
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Hydra Mirage(Part-3)

"Did they only try to steal from one martial school?" one of the visitors asked.

The white-robed cultivator looked to the headmaster of the Great Serpent Martial School, seemingly asking if it was alright to answer the visitor's question.

Master Axton nodded, a subtle smile on his face.

"No, sir. The Great Serpent, Sword and Shield, and the Fire Shrine were all infiltrated at the same time," the white-robed cultivator explained.

"Why?" another visitor asked.

The white-robed cultivator shook his head.

"The reason is still unknown, but it's very likely that someone is behind them," Axton said, glancing at the visitors, stopping briefly at Klown before turning his gaze back to the white-robed cultivator. "You may go now. After we're done here, I'll meet with them personally."

"As you wish," the white-robed cultivator bowed his head, then disappeared in a blur.