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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 · Oriental
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305 Chs

Fifth Floor(Part-1)

Apollo walked out of the training room with a yawn. The book in his hand fell to the ground, disappearing in a blur before reappearing in its original position, floating atop the circular platform.

He looked around and nodded with a smile. "They're great," the beggar muttered, referring to the floating techniques. He hadn't learned the Cultivation Techniques since they required him to restart his cultivation. Instead, he focused on the Battle Techniques. Although he only reached the beginner stage in each, his main goal was to memorize the techniques, not master them in one sitting, as that would take too long.

From the Sword Serpent Transformation to more bizarre techniques, the beggar was satisfied.

Suddenly, he remembered Gail waiting for him outside. He had probably spent about three hours learning seven or eight battle techniques—longer than he expected.

"Hopefully, she already went home," the beggar muttered, shaking his head.