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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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She's Safe?

As the green liquid entered Bel's throat, everyone held their breath—except the beggar, who was confident in its effectiveness. Apollo had been poisoned by Arke before and believed he'd endured a stronger dose than what Bel currently suffered. Yet, one drink of this basic antidote, which cost him three Alm Points, had been enough to counter it.

"Don't give us false hope, kid," Nathan warned, his gaze fixed on the beggar with a sharp glint in his eyes. "You don't want to taste our wrath."

"I'm not," Apollo replied with a smile.

"I trust Mr. Yoma, Father, so don't scare him," Filly said from the side.

"He's not scaring me at all," Apollo shrugged. "Unless I'm facing death itself."

"Big words for someone without cultivation," Nathan smirked. "I don't see any concealing artifact on you. Why call yourself a Wanderer?"