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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 · 都市
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102 Chs

Chapter Title: Rekindling Hope

As Lyra and her companions approached their village, a sense of urgency propelled their steps. The Crystal of Light hummed with anticipation, its luminous glow illuminating the path ahead. They knew that time was of the essence, for the darkness that plagued their home had only grown stronger in their absence.

Upon entering the village, Lyra's heart sank at the sight before her. Buildings lay in ruins, their once vibrant colors faded and stained by the taint of darkness. The air was heavy with despair, and the villagers moved like shadows, their faces etched with sorrow.

"We must act quickly," Lyra whispered, her voice filled with determination. "We will not let this darkness consume our village."

Luna, Arin, and Vixen nodded in agreement, their eyes reflecting the same unwavering resolve. Together, they formed a plan to bring hope and light back to their home.

Lyra and Luna took to the streets, their voices ringing out as they called upon the villagers to gather in the town square. The Crystal of Light shimmered at the center, casting its radiant glow upon the weary faces that assembled.

"My fellow villagers," Lyra began, her voice clear and strong. "We have returned with the Crystal of Light, a beacon of hope that can dispel the darkness that plagues our home. But we cannot do this alone. We need your strength, your courage, and your belief in the power of unity."

A murmur of uncertainty and weariness rippled through the crowd, but as Lyra continued to speak, her words filled with conviction, a spark of hope ignited in the villagers' hearts.

"Each of us carries a light within," Lyra declared. "It is time for us to unite, to channel our collective strength, and drive away the shadows that have encroached upon our village. Let us rise together and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Inspired by Lyra's words, the villagers began to stir, their spirits rekindled by the promise of a brighter future. They stepped forward, one by one, offering their support and pledging to stand alongside Lyra and her companions in the battle against darkness.

Arin, with Aurelia's guidance, conducted a ritual of ancient magic. He called upon the elements, weaving a web of arcane energy that amplified the collective will of the villagers. The Crystal of Light pulsated in response, its brilliance intensifying with each passing moment.

As the ritual reached its climax, a wave of pure, radiant energy surged forth from the Crystal. It washed over the village, bathing every street, home, and heart in its warm glow. The darkness recoiled, unable to withstand the power of the united villagers and the Crystal's divine light.

Renewed and invigorated, the villagers set to work, restoring their homes and rebuilding their community. They worked side by side, their shared purpose weaving a tapestry of resilience and hope. The Crystal of Light, now at the heart of the village, emanated a constant radiance, a reminder of the strength that lay within each villager.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. With the Crystal's guidance and the unwavering determination of the villagers, the darkness continued to recede, replaced by a renewed sense of joy and unity. The village flourished once more, its vibrancy and spirit restored.

Lyra, Luna, Arin, and Vixen remained as protectors of the Crystal, their bond forged through trials and triumphs. Together, they nurtured the Crystal's power, ensuring that it would never be misused or fall into the wrong hands.

The Crystal of Light had become more than a mere artifact; it had become a symbol of hope