Chapter 148
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Chapter 148: Learning from the God of Wealth
"I have plans for Ao Xiu," Su Wen said softly. "He can be my successor, which is somewhat useful."
The Star God nodded slightly. "Alright, then I won’t interfere. There’s been too much going on lately; I need to get back to work. By the way, God of Martial Arts, don’t forget about tomorrow’s funeral."
With that, the Star God stepped away and vanished.
"God of Theater, could you keep Ao Xiu with you for a while?" Su Wen asked. "Once I’ve sorted things out, I’ll come back for him."
The God of Theater smiled. "Sure, no problem. But I’ve noticed you’ve been swamped lately. My advice? No matter how busy you are, don’t neglect practicing and reflecting on your powers. For a fate bearer, honing your abilities is crucial."
Su Wen was puzzled. What did that mean? Did powers even need practice?
His two powers were Refinement and bestowal. Refinement converted the value of an object directly into wealth, right? How was that something you could practice? Just refine more stuff?
And bestowal… wasn’t that kind of useless for now? Until martial arts reached the sixth-level, what could it even do?
Besides, Refinement earned wealth, while bestowal spent it. Was there really a point in practicing that? Turning objects into wealth and using that wealth to assign destined professions—wasn’t that straightforward? Practicing it seemed… pointless.
"You haven’t really practiced your powers at all, have you?" the God of Theater asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Su Wen admitted, scratching his head. "It seems like my powers don’t need practice."
The God of Theater opened his mouth to respond but then paused, as if remembering something. He decided against saying more.
"Alright," he said finally. "Maybe you really are different. In that case, I don’t have much else to say. Your path might not be like ours. Different paths lead to different futures, and yours… might be a tough one. After all, every path has its pioneers—those who forge ahead, only to fall along the way. And those who come after? They move forward by stepping over the bodies of those who came before."
"Keep it up!"
"Normally, I’m just sitting in the office area. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I can help with things like the Destiny Realm, studies, emotions, and more—I’ve got some experience in those areas."
As he spoke, the God of Theater suddenly took a sharp breath.
In the next moment, he waved his right hand, and the Theater World above began to shift rapidly.
"This… something doesn’t feel right!"
The God of Theater glanced upward, muttering under his breath.
"What’s wrong, sir?"
"Just now, Fighting God’s fate shifted. I saw his future destiny leaning toward Alto."
"Wait, what does Alto mean?"
Su Wen asked, wondering if Alto was some kind of technical term in the Theater World.
"Alto, the founder of Cruel Drama."
The God of Theater sighed softly and continued, "Aside from the theory of Cruel Drama he created, this playwright also struggled with mental illness and died in his forties."
Su Wen: "…"
He couldn’t forget how Fighting God had once reacted to Cruel Drama—he’d been unable to stop himself from vomiting.
And after exploring the Arrow Realm of Magic City No. 09, Su Wen had a pretty good idea of Fighting God’s mental resilience.
If something could trigger such a strong reaction from Fighting God now, it must be pushing the boundaries of what anyone could handle.
But with the God of Theater bringing up Alto, didn’t that tie Cruel Drama and its creator’s tragic life together in one go?
Fighting God was going to…
Su Wen suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for Fighting God.
"If Fighting God finds out, he’s probably going to have another headache."
The God of Theater sighed. "I don’t want it to be this way, but there’s no other choice. The changes I’ve seen in Fighting God’s fate can only be hinted at through drama."
"Cruel Drama, Simple Drama… these postmodern avant-garde theater theories aren’t exactly crowd-pleasers."
He paused for a moment, then added, "Take Simple Drama, for example—it’s also called Poverty Drama. Its core idea is that drama…"
As soon as the words "Poverty Drama" came up, Su Wen’s attention snapped to it.
Poverty…
Was the God of Theater trying to tell him something?
It hit him—he really was pretty broke.
Sure, he had four hundred fifty thousand in wealth, which made it seem like his pockets were stuffed and his savings were solid.
But he knew the real heavy expenses were still ahead.
Beyond the Emperor Level, there were even higher realms.
And once you started dealing with information from those realms, the impact on Time and Space would be unimaginably huge.
So, the amount of wealth he’d need to burn through? It’d be astronomical!
From this perspective, the God of Theater seemed to be hinting at something about himself.
"Sir, I get it," Su Wen said. "I’ll work hard to make money and try not to end up poor."
"I’ll get going now. You can keep watching the changes in Fighting God’s fate, sir!"
With that, Su Wen turned and left the Theater World.
After Su Wen left, the Wind God and Shadow God also got up to leave.
They had their own things to do. With most of the group gone, why stick around just to watch the dragon?
In the back, the God of Theater looked at Su Wen, puzzled.
Was this kid overthinking things?
What he had just explained about Simple Drama was only meant to contrast it with Cruel Drama.
And the core idea of Simple Drama wasn’t about poverty!
It just happened to be called Poverty Drama.
"Never mind!"
The God of Theater turned his gaze to Ao Xiu and smiled. "Little White Dragon, how about helping me with an experiment?"
Ao Xiu shivered at the word. An experiment?
That didn’t sound good at all!
…
Meanwhile, in the God of Martial Arts’ office.
"Yuan Bao, how do we turn Ao Xiu into a Money Dragon?"
Su Wen summoned Yuan Bao and asked.
"The Treasure Basin has the incredible power to gather treasures from all over the world," Yuan Bao said softly. "And the spirit of the basin used to be a cat."
Su Wen raised an eyebrow. "A lucky cat?"
"Exactly."
"So, you’re saying we should put Ao Xiu into the Treasure Basin and make him the basin spirit?"
"Right! Ao Xiu has good fortune. Most of it is in his Dragon Ball, but some is hidden in his soul."
Yuan Bao continued, "We can extract his soul and place it into the Treasure Basin."
"A soul carrying good fortune would be the perfect match for the basin spirit."
"Plus, Ao Xiu loves to sleep. Once he becomes the basin spirit, he won’t have to do anything but sleep."
"After all, the basin spirit’s role is just to boost the basin’s spirituality, speed up its transformation, and improve its treasure-gathering efficiency."
"Of course, Ao Xiu’s physical body can also go into the Treasure Basin. His body likely carries good fortune too, which might help wake up the dormant basin."
"Then, with my divine essence, the Treasure Basin might awaken more easily."
"In short, every part of Ao Xiu is valuable, especially for you, God of Wealth. You shouldn’t waste even a drop of his blood."
After a moment of silence, Su Wen said, "I didn’t realize it before, Yuan Bao, but you’ve got a pretty dark side."
"Just learning from the God of Wealth!"
"…"