Crossing Timelines: It's Reasonable for Me, the God of Wealth, to Be Short on Money, Right?
Chapter 310

The Eighth Division

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"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"..."

Thunderclaps echoed across the Imperial Capital, then spread wildly outwards from the Imperial Capital.

This unusual lightning phenomenon instantly attracted many people to stop and watch.

Some people even combined the recent stellar and storm anomalies with casual conversations about the aftermath of the spiritual energy revival while drinking with friends.

But as the blood moon hung in the sky that night, its eerie crimson light spread throughout the country, sparking numerous waves of public outcry.

Especially with the popularization of Martial Dao, some exceptionally talented children have already shown initial results after a few months of training.

The most direct example is a video of a seven-year-old child knocking down his father with his bare hands, which went viral across the internet.

So tonight, waves of public opinion are surging one after another, all searching for the truth of this world.

Intelligent people have all realized that there are major forces driving this wave of public opinion.

However, the official's strange attitude and extremely vague, ambiguous, and equivocal responses have made many people uneasy and unable to help but start thinking about all sorts of things.

"Promotion to Immortal Demigod... such a big commotion?"

Su Wen looked at the energy cocoon -Theater God in front of him, which had transformed into a humanoid form, and his lips twitched slightly.

The celestial phenomena we see today are far more intense than any celestial anomalies created by the Star God altering the Star Grand Array.

Especially at night, when the blood moon hangs high in the sky, its red light illuminates the entire earth.

Even at night, without any artificial light, it's clearer than during the day.

It's a bit eerie, otherwise people would think that night hasn't come yet!

"Well, perhaps it's time for some things to come into the public eye."

Su Wen glanced at the large screen in the center of the office area, which was broadcasting news about a giant beast carcass being retrieved by fishermen.

Clearly, that giant beast was one of the creatures from the Arrow Realm that had been strangled.

The fact that it's being broadcast now is perfectly timed to capitalize on the momentum of the Theater God's ascension to Immortal Demigod.

"Sir, I hope you can complete your promotion within half a month."

After saying that, Su Wen turned around and sat down at his workstation.

There has been no clear answer from the other side of the River of Fate.

On this side of the River of Space-Time, the atmosphere is also being rectified.

The Theater God is on his way to becoming Immortal Demigod.

The Star God is absorbing Insight Air Mass.

Now, he also wanted to see what wonderful uses his Seventh Rank divine ability had.

"Superpower: Trade."

[The God of God of Wealth governs all the world's Wealth Source and can therefore trade with all living beings.]

[Hint 1: The living and the dead, the living and the deceased, the sentient and the non-sentient, the concrete and the abstract—all can become the objects of the God of God of Wealth's transactions.]

[Hint 2: Wealth can communicate with the divine, and its mysteries are boundless.]

The Seventh Rank unlocked God of God of Wealth ability indeed covers a wider range than the previous three abilities.

Isn't the Trading Divine Ability described in Tip 1 precisely the ability to trade with everything in the world?

Anything you can imagine, you can trade!

This!

Perhaps this is the true power of the God of Wealth!

"Buzz!"

With a thought, Su Wen activated his Trading Divine Ability.

In a daze, the surrounding world transformed.

When he regained his senses, he found himself in a hazy, white world.

There was nothing around; everything seemed to cease to exist here.

In this white world where nothing existed, Su Wen, for a moment, seemed to sense an immeasurable, boundless, and indescribably vast quantity.

As if guided by some unseen force, Su Wen raised his right hand and pointed it in mid-air.

"Boom!"

A black beam of light suddenly appeared in the white world, dazzling and discordant.

When the black beam of light dissipated, a middle-aged man wearing tattered armor and covered in black blood appeared before Su Wen.

However, when this man, who appeared to be a middle-aged general, appeared, he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly... Descender death.

"Hello."

Su Wen looked at the other person and spoke.

He could tell that the other person was still breathing and had vital signs.

He's not dead yet!

Upon hearing this abrupt and untimely gentle voice, the middle-aged general suddenly opened his eyes.

Then he looked around at the white space, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.

The next moment, he picked up the large sword beside him and sneered, "Monster! You use such illusions to deal with a dying man like me? Do you want to steal my memories for your own observation?"

"Hateful!"

"You will not succeed today!"

After saying that, he threw the large knife in his hand.

But the scene he had envisioned—the great sword shattering into countless fragments and exploding within tens of thousands of miles—did not occur.

Instead, the broadsword in his hand flew three meters away and landed right in front of Su Wen.

For a moment, the scene fell into an awkward and strange state.

"Your knife is pretty good."

Su Wen picked up the broadsword and broke the awkward atmosphere.

The middle-aged general looked around, closed his eyes, and sensed the surroundings for a while before asking, "May I ask, senior, where is this place?"

"This is my world!"

Su Wen said with a smile, then threw the knife to the other person.

Although he had just used his Trading Divine Ability, he had a feeling in his heart.

Now, with just a thought, he can eliminate the other party.

In the white world, the other person might just be an ordinary person.

Please forgive me, senior!

After rising, the middle-aged general bowed and said, "May I ask, senior... are you a great power of my human race?"

Su Wen nodded and said, "I am indeed a human."

The definition of "human race" is far too broad.

However, no matter how you look at it, you are still a human being, and that shouldn't be wrong.

"This junior is foolish and does not know why you, senior, have used your great supernatural powers to summon me here."

"It is fate that brought you here."

Su Wen began by saying, "This place is for trading."

"State your request and offer what you consider valuable; perhaps you still have a glimmer of hope."

It's clear that the person opposite is currently engaged in combat.

And he's dying.

Most importantly, he had absolutely no idea who the other person was.

Therefore, we need to proceed step by step, starting with the other party's injuries as a starting point to find out their identity first.

He didn't care about treasures or anything like that.

Now, the treasures and jewels in his possession are piled up in batches.

What he cares about now is the other party's identity, strength, and origin.

In the midst of war...

Is it that battlefield?

The other party referred to himself as a senior of the human race, and said that all Arrow Realm outside of Earth were aliens!

Where is anyone?

They're not even human!

Some of those with high levels of attainment are merely alien races who have cultivated themselves into human form.

Therefore, he estimated that the other party must be from that territory.

If that's true, then I should be able to extract a lot of useful information from them.

Of course, such a person must be very powerful and also very guarded.

As for information, it needs to be gathered gradually.

Fortunately, the trading grounds were able to keep the other party alive and suppress their strength, causing them to have this strange misunderstanding.

"Junior, Mo Ziling, captain of the 213th detachment of the Thirty-Ninth Army, Two Hundred and Thirteenth Squad Seventeenth Battle Group under the Eighth Division."

Mo Ziling took a deep breath, raised his broadsword, and said, "My most precious possession is the Shadow Saber, a reward from the army."

"Now I offer this to my senior!"

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