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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 Guardians of the Phoenix's Gift

The survivors approached the pedestal, their eyes fixed on the glowing golden box. They knew that this was the source of the power they had been seeking, and they were filled with a sense of awe and wonder.

But as they drew closer, they noticed something odd. There were four figures standing around the pedestal, their eyes fixed on the box with an intensity that made the survivors uneasy.

The figures were tall and slender, with skin as pale as snow. They wore long, flowing robes of silver and blue, and their hair was as white as the moon.

Lysander stepped forward, his sword at the ready. "Who are you?" he demanded.

The figures turned to face him, their eyes cold and unyielding. "We are the Guardians of the Phoenix's Gift," one of them said. "We have been charged with protecting this power for centuries, and we will not allow you to take it."

The survivors exchanged worried glances. They had come too far to be stopped now, but the Guardians looked like they meant business.

The High Priestess of the Moon stepped forward, her hands held out in a gesture of peace. "We are not here to steal the power," she said. "We seek only to unlock it, so that we may use it to defeat the darkness that threatens our land."

The Guardians looked at her skeptically, but they did not attack. Instead, they stepped aside, allowing the survivors to approach the pedestal.

Lysander reached out for the golden box, his hand shaking with anticipation. But as he touched it, he felt a surge of energy flow through him, and he stumbled back in surprise.

The box opened, revealing a small, glowing orb inside. The orb pulsed with a bright, white light, and the survivors could feel its power radiating through the cavern.

But before they could take hold of it, a voice boomed through the cavern, shaking the very ground beneath their feet.

"Who dares disturb the Phoenix's Gift?"

The survivors turned to see a figure standing in the shadows, his face obscured by a hooded cloak. He held a staff in his hand, and his eyes glowed with an eerie green light.

The Witch of the Forest stepped forward, her voice filled with authority. "We are the ones who seek to unlock the power of the Phoenix's Gift," she said. "We have come to use it against the darkness that threatens our land."

The figure laughed, a cold, cruel sound. "You fools," he said. "You have no idea what you are meddling with. The power of the Phoenix's Gift is not to be used lightly."

The survivors tensed, ready for battle. But the figure simply turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The Guardians of the Phoenix's Gift stepped forward, their eyes blazing with determination. "We will help you unlock the power," one of them said. "But we will not let you use it for evil."

The survivors nodded, grateful for their help. Together, they formed a circle around the glowing orb, their hands clasped together in a gesture of unity.

The High Priestess of the Moon began to chant, her voice rising in a haunting melody. The other survivors joined in, their voices blending together in a chorus of magic.

As they chanted, the orb began to pulse with a bright, white light. The cavern shook, and the air crackled with energy.

At last, the power of the Phoenix's Gift was unlocked. The survivors felt a surge of energy flow through them, and they knew that they were ready to face whatever lay ahead.

But as they prepared to leave the cavern, the figure in the hooded cloak appeared once more, his staff held high.