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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.

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Saving Bel

"F…father…" Bel's weak voice echoed, her eyes lingering on her father before drifting to the Kleinford family head and then to June. "Un…cle… Ju…ne…"

Her voice was quiet and slow, but they heard it clearly. Bel's eyes had dimmed, holding no brightness or cheerfulness—only acceptance.

"How… do you feel?" Mathias asked, his voice choked, though he tried his best to remain calm. His clenched fists betrayed his true feelings. He walked over to her bed and sat beside her.

"I'm… good…" Bel answered, each breath labored and forceful.

"That's good, that's good," Mathias repeated, raising her hand and gently touching her faintly warm cheek.

"I… won't… be able… to survive… right?" Bel gave a weak smile.

Nathan Kleinford looked away, as did June, unable to bring themselves to tell her the truth. Their hearts were heavy, seeing Bel—the once lively, bright young girl—lying frail on her bed.