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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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Red Ball

The red cloud in the sky poured red energy into the dying symbols across the city, reigniting them and making their brilliance burn brighter than ever.

Shrouded in deep red smoke, Klown gazed down at the city below him. His body continuously emitted red energy, fueling the clouds that swirled around him.

Seeing his method working, he let out a sigh of relief. Just a little more, and he would finally see his master.

A grunt caught his attention. Staring at the person in his hands, a thought crossed his mind. He could feel the red energy inside his body draining rapidly. If this continued, his body would fail before the ritual could extract the required amount of red energy.

"Our… savior," Holst whispered, coughing up a mouthful of blood between words. He couldn't regenerate the wound in his chest; his strength had already left him. Even speaking was a struggle.