Dimensional Tycoon: I Make Trillions in Every World - Chapter 37: Threatening

The Scattered Arts, lost pages of manuals gathered from scattered archives from all across the world. Known also as the Old Arts, these are what remained from a vast collection of knowledge that was destroyed during the war that almost wiped out all of mankind. But we prevailed. Mankind rebuilt and reached for the stars.

Wang Xuan, a student of the Old Arts Research Department, had read about tales of individuals capable of inhuman feats, of practitioners ascending to the realm of immortality. But in an age of technological wonders, not many would believe in such tales. Only the truly desperate, and with the wealth and resources at their disposal, could even dream of unlocking the secrets behind these tales.

Corporate greed. This was how the research into the old arts started. But with new discoveries made in the New World, and the Old Arts declared obsolete in the way of the ‘New Arts’, the studies into the realm of the ancients is coming to an end.

Are the immortals real? Can mankind truly break its shackle of mortality and escape death? These are questions that Wang Xuan desperately sought to answer. He was determined to walk down the path of the Old Arts even as he reached for the stars beyond.

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Wang Tianxiao was reborn thirty years ago, the day before the eldest son was born.

It was more than 20 degrees below zero, and the wife shivered on the cold kang with her big belly and three-year-old daughter in her arms.

In the pot, there was no firewood to be seen, and the bottom of the water tank was solidly frozen.

What a difficult start.

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[Leng Yan female president vs hidden boss disguised as a little milk dog~]

In the previous life, Lu Qingqiao, a legend in the business world, was plotted and died in disrepute, and hundreds of millions of properties were robbed.

After she came back from the rebirth, she made a sick and pitiful boyfriend: made a break with the scumbag fiancé, and kicked out the wolf’s ambitious cousin’s family…

Everyone thought that she was blown away by her little boyfriend, waiting for her to wake up and abandon her little boyfriend, but what she waited for was a handful of dog food.

Until one day, someone said that he was nothing but a face and was not worthy to stand with Lu Qingqiao. He sneered, and he decided not to pretend to be good today!

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In the big family in the capital, there is no first family Qin family that does not know the rich heritage, but I heard that the current family of the Qin family is weak and sickly, with a surly and tyrannical personality, and a sturdy appearance…

Now, the mysterious head of the family, who was recovering from illness, finally returned to Beijing. When everyone was looking forward to the Qin family banquet, they saw a familiar handsome man smiling surly: “Everyone, we meet again.”

Under the shock and fear of everyone, they said tremblingly: The rumors are really unbelievable!

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The male protagonist Qin Xun:

Everyone thinks that Qin Xun is for Lu Qingqiao’s family property, only he knows that he is from a candy, a bunch of roses, a firework… a little bit of heartbeat.

When he met Lu Qingqiao, he was willing to sink.

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The heroine Lu Qingqiao:

When I first met Mr. Qin, I thought it was a “little milk dog”, but it turned out to be a small milk dog during the day and a big bad wolf at night, Mr. Qin, you really are “on the outside (smelly) (no), not (want), one (face)” “!

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.