A Profitable and Unorthodox Path

He is Shen Muheng, and his family is very wealthy.

This matter is known throughout the entire Interstellar Alliance, wherever there is Star Network signal.

However, Shen Muheng was once even wealthier than the Shen Family.

This is a long story, but it's not exactly a secret.

Shen Muheng was raised on a mountain of Star Coins.

The children he played with were certainly not from ordinary families.

The youngest son of a Lieutenant General, the heir to a conglomerate, and so on... any one of them could be quite famous.

When Shen Muheng was seven years old, he witnessed something.

He was looking down from the second-floor terrace.

An afternoon tea party is being held in the garden of the Shen Family's old house. The adults are discussing important matters inside, while the children are playing on the lawn.

He leaned on the Han white jade railing and saw one of his friends pull out a large wad of Star Coins from his pocket and smash it against the boy's forehead, leaving a small red mark.

The other person's eyes immediately filled with tears. Without even glancing at the large sums of Star Coins on the ground, they shouted:

"You dare to humiliate me with Star Coins! Who cares about your worthless Star Coins!"

At that moment, little Shen Muheng leaned on the railing, resting his chin on his crossed arms, and thought to himself:

It turns out that throwing Star Coins at someone is a very humiliating thing.

Later, Shen Muheng encountered his nemesis.

Among his many childhood friends.

There is one that is most despicable.

Shen Muheng didn't want to mention that person's name; just thinking about it made his teeth itch.

In short, it's the kind of "other people's child" Interstellar Supreme Luxury Flagship Edition.

Since meeting him, that man surnamed Bai has never smiled at him once; he's always been cold-faced!

Damn it!

Which of your friends isn't all smiles in front of Shen Muheng?

However, after Shen Muheng secretly observed, he discovered that the other party treated everyone this way.

At that moment, he felt a little better.

However, Shen Muheng grew increasingly displeased with the man surnamed Bai.

The Shen Family, especially his grandfather, loved to talk about that person all the time.

He mentions it in holographic communications, during family gatherings, and even when delivering his New Year's address to the entire clan on New Year's Eve, the old man can, after recounting the great achievements of his ancestors, suddenly change the subject and begin praising the other person in various ways.

After each compliment, she would glance at Shen Muheng, her eyes conveying, "Why can't you be like him?"

At this moment every time, Shen Muheng felt like a commodity being listed on Interstellar Auction House, with a similar item but with a higher rating placed next to it for comparison and bidding.

One year, the old man started again.

"Look, so-and-so won the Alliance Outstanding Youth Award again this year," "Look, so-and-so secured the development rights for a new air route for their family," "Look how well so-and-so treats people"...

Shen Muheng had been sitting with his legs crossed, looking at the old man's face, tossing a Star Coin in his hand.

When the other person turned around, looked at him, and started rambling on again, he finally couldn't take it anymore, put his glass down on the table, and stood up.

"My dream is to make lots and lots of money, and then use that money to bleed people dry, lots and lots of people! I don't want to be a Federation General like him!"

The banquet hall of the Shen Family mansion fell silent for a moment.

His mother's fork hovered in mid-air, his father's wine glass stopped at his lips, and only the old man calmly picked up a piece of fish, chewed it, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Compared to him, you're only good for this much.

The old man said something like, "You don't actually need to work so hard to earn money. If you like smashing things, smash them however you want."

Is this charity?

Do you think he can't earn it himself?

Do you think his dream is a joke, something that can be easily dismissed with a little pocket money?

He, Shen Muheng, has no interest in the Shen Family's money. If he uses other people's money to humiliate others, what kind of Shen Muheng is he?

I'll spend my own money!

That's real skill, that's real satisfaction!

That's why he ran away.

Shen Muheng chose the most profitable yet unorthodox path of cultivation.

Then interest compoundes, shops multiply, one shop becomes two, two become four, four become eight.

In just a few years, he has become richer than the Shen Family.

But Shen Muheng discovered a fact he was reluctant to admit: he began to feel empty.

One day, he was so bored that he casually went to inspect one of his shops.

That day, Shen Muheng saw a young man.

The casino was filled with smoke and chaos, with all sorts of people gathered around gambling tables: well-dressed Interstellar merchants, scarred veterans, heavily made-up women, and unidentified races whose faces were hidden under cloaks...

In a place like this, any kind of person is not unusual.

But the boy sat in front of a central Interstellar Poker table, surrounded by a dense crowd of people.

Shen Muheng glanced at it from afar, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

That boy was so handsome.

That kind of child would probably be praised and patted on the head by the teacher at school, but in a ruthless casino like this, it's like throwing a newly weaned rabbit into a pack of hungry wolves.

But the next second, this "rabbit" did something that made Shen Muheng think he was seeing things.

"All in."

The boy pushed all his chips to the center of the table, where they scattered into a small mountain.

That was all he had won in this round, plus what he had won in the previous rounds; it must have piled up in front of him for at least several hundred thousand.

He pushed them all out in one go.

A low murmur rippled through the surrounding gamblers.

The bookmaker's expression was already turning somewhat unpleasant.

Shen Muheng recognized the dealer; he was one of his most experienced croupiers, who had been in the business for over a decade and had never made a mistake.

But at this moment, the old croupier's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, his fingers were trembling, and the cards felt like hot potatoes in his hands.

The cards are revealed.

The boy won.

Another game.

"All in."

We won again.

One more game.

"All in."

Win again.

Shen Muheng stood on the outskirts of the crowd, arms crossed over his chest. His expression changed from nonchalant to serious, and then from serious to incredulous.

From the moment he sat down, this young man went all in every round.

Each round, from beginning to end.

In Interstellar Poker, skilled players rely on psychological warfare, probability calculations, and chip management. No one goes all in every hand unless they are either insane, have calculated everything from start to finish, or are 100% certain they will win.

What's outrageous is that he actually won every single one of them.

The dealer's expression was beyond just ugly.

After that, the boy went to play other games, going all in every time and winning every single one.

As he won more and more, several people around him began to look at him differently.

Shen Muheng could tell from the look in the other person's eyes that they definitely wanted to rob him.

Later, the way he looked at the other person started to seem strange.

But don't get the wrong idea, he wasn't trying to rob anyone.

Instead, they felt the other person was cheating!