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Wealth and the Undead: Rise of the Capitalist God

In "Wealth and the Undead: Rise of the Capitalist God," Yang Wei, a 19-year-old successor to his family's business empire, rises to power in a zombie apocalypse world. Using his natural talent for business and cheat-like abilities, he builds an empire and a harem of loyal followers, dreaming of becoming the capitalist god of the new world. But with power comes enemies, and Yang Wei must navigate the treacherous world of the undead while grappling with the moral implications of his actions.

Deep_Sky · Urban
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102 Chs

The Battle of Dark Magic

The survivors fought valiantly against the dark wizards, their weapons and magic clashing in a fierce and deadly dance. The Witch of the Forest stood at the back of the battle, her eyes closed in deep concentration as she chanted a powerful spell.

Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from her hands, illuminating the entire fortress. The dark wizards howled in pain and confusion, their spells faltering as they were engulfed by the radiant energy.

The survivors took advantage of the momentary distraction to strike back with renewed vigor. Lysander charged towards the leader of the dark wizards, his sword glinting in the light.

But just as he was about to deliver the killing blow, a figure appeared out of nowhere, blocking his path. It was a woman, tall and lithe, with wild red hair and eyes that shone like emeralds.

She wore a cloak made of shimmering silver threads, and her skin was so pale it seemed almost translucent. In her hand, she held a slender wand that crackled with magic.

"Who are you?" Lysander asked, his sword still raised.

The woman smiled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "I am Morgana, the Queen of the Fae," she said. "And I am here to claim what is rightfully mine."

Lysander frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Morgana's smile widened. "The Phoenix's Gift, of course," she said. "It rightfully belongs to the Fae, and I will not let you use it for your own selfish purposes."

The survivors were taken aback by Morgana's sudden appearance, but they knew that they could not let her take the Phoenix's Gift. They stood their ground, their weapons and magic at the ready.

Morgana chuckled, her wand still crackling with dark energy. "You are brave, I'll give you that," she said. "But you are also foolish. You cannot defeat me."

The survivors charged towards her, their weapons and magic colliding with hers in a blinding flurry of sparks and light. But Morgana was too powerful, too skilled in the ways of dark magic.

She dodged their attacks with ease, her wand flashing in the air as she cast spell after spell. The survivors were quickly overwhelmed, their defenses faltering under the relentless assault.

Just as all hope seemed lost, the Witch of the Forest stepped forward, her eyes blazing with righteous fury. She raised her hands towards the sky and called upon the ancient magic of the forest.

The trees themselves seemed to come alive, their branches reaching out towards Morgana like giant hands. The ground shook with the force of the magic, and a deafening roar filled the air.

Morgana staggered back, her wand dropping from her hand. The survivors took advantage of the momentary weakness to launch a final assault. They poured all their energy and magic into one final attack, their weapons glowing with radiant power.

The force of the attack was overwhelming, and Morgana screamed in agony as she was consumed by the bright light. The survivors shielded their eyes from the blinding radiance, their bodies shaking with the power of the magic.

When the light finally dissipated, the survivors looked around in wonder. Morgana was nowhere to be seen, and the dark wizards lay defeated on the ground.

Lysander approached the Witch of the Forest, a look of awe on his face. "That was incredible," he said. "How did you do it?"

The Witch of the Forest smiled, her eyes still shining with the magic of the forest. "The power of the forest is ancient and wise," she said.