webnovel

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 · Thành thị
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
102 Chs

The Wisdom of the Ice Queen

The survivors stepped forward to cross the bridge of ice, feeling the chill seeping into their bones. They could hear the rushing water below them and see the fiery glow in the distance, reminding them of the danger they faced.

As they walked, a new figure appeared before them. She was tall and regal, with long silver hair and ice-blue eyes that seemed to pierce their souls.

"I am the Ice Queen," she said, her voice as cold as the air around them. "You seek the wisdom of the Phoenix's Gift, but first, you must prove your intelligence. Answer my riddle, and you may pass."

The survivors nodded, bracing themselves for the challenge. The Ice Queen's riddle was as follows:

"I am taken from a mine and shut up in a wooden case, from which I am never released, and yet I am used by almost every person. What am I?"

The survivors looked at each other, uncertain of the answer. They racked their brains, but none of them could come up with a satisfactory answer.

The Ice Queen watched them, her expression unreadable. Finally, she spoke again.

"The answer is simple: a pencil."

The survivors felt a sense of disappointment wash over them, but they also felt a sense of respect for the Ice Queen's intelligence.

"Well done," Arin said, appearing beside them. "You have passed the second trial. But there are more challenges to come. Are you ready?"

The survivors nodded, feeling a sense of determination. They followed Arin and the Ice Queen, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

As they walked, the survivors could feel the air growing warmer. They emerged from the icy corridors into a large chamber, where they saw a fiery inferno raging in the center.

"The third trial will test your strength," Arin said. "You must pass through the flames and retrieve the Phoenix's Egg. But be warned, the flames are deadly, and the Egg is guarded by a powerful creature."

The survivors hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. But then a new figure appeared before them, one that they had not expected to see.

It was a woman, with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. She was dressed in armor made of dragon scales, and she carried a sword that glowed with a fiery light.

"I am the Dragon Slayer," she said, her voice ringing out through the chamber. "I am here to help you."

The survivors looked at each other, unsure of whether to trust her. But then they saw the determination in her eyes and the way she gripped her sword, and they knew that they had found an ally.

Together, they stepped forward into the flames, feeling the heat burning their skin and the smoke choking their lungs. They could see the Phoenix's Egg in the distance, glowing with a soft, golden light.

But as they approached, they saw the creature that guarded it. It was a massive, fire-breathing dragon, with scales as red as the flames themselves.

The Dragon Slayer stepped forward, her sword raised high. She charged at the dragon, her sword striking true. The dragon roared in pain and turned its attention to her, giving the survivors a chance to grab the Egg.

They snatched it up, feeling the warmth of its power coursing through their veins. But they knew that they could not leave the Dragon Slayer to face the dragon alone.

Together, they joined the fight, their weapons glowing with a bright, golden light. They struck the dragon from all sides, their blows weakening it with each hit.

Finally, with one last, mighty blow, the dragon fell to the ground, its eyes closing forever.

The survivors stood in silence, their hearts pounding with adrenaline.