Chapter 404

Chapter 404: The God of Wealth Will Not Make Mistakes

At this point, Mo Xiaosu paused and turned to look at the women and children locked up behind her.

"The reason I’m still alive is that I think about all the people out there who’ve gone through the same things as me and are still suffering."

"So, I don’t want to die."

"At least now, with the power I have, I can still save some of them."

"If I die, they’ll probably… live in darkness and be tortured to death here!"

The God of Theater spoke up, "Mo Xiaosu, if that’s the case, you can’t afford to die."

"We’ll have to go back eventually; this Time and Space isn’t ours."

"Coming here to help is already pushing the limits."

"Your Time and Space still needs you to build and grow."

"The darkness and evil in the world, especially when a nation is on the brink of collapse, will only grow. It’s inevitable."

"So you have to live!"

"You absolutely can’t die!"

"If you die, the people you saved today might end up captured again before long."

Then, the God of Theater shifted gears and added, "But there’s a way to fix this. I’ll give you a solution."

"Have them train in martial arts!"

"Let them gain the strength to protect themselves!"

"We’ve already passed down martial arts, and the highest level they can reach is Emperor Level mid-stage."

"Emperor Level… if nothing else, as long as the people you want to protect can reach Fourth Rank, they’ll almost never face such horrors again."

"If they can become king-level warriors, or if someone with real talent reaches Emperor Level, they might even take the baton from you and use their own strength to protect more helpless children."

"But there’s one condition."

"They’ll need resources to train and martial arts secret medicine to help them grow quickly!"

"…"

After catching a key point in Mo Xiaosu’s words, the God of Theater went all in.

It might feel like moral pressure, but at this point, there was no other choice.

It couldn’t end with Mo Xiaosu living her life just fine, handling her own business, only for the two of them to show up and drive her to suicide, right?

Every divine fate bearer is a pillar of the nation!

Maybe this version of Mo Xiaosu had some struggles growing up.

But as long as she’s alive, there’s still hope.

He didn’t expect this Mo Xiaosu to defend her homeland—he couldn’t even bring himself to say something so shameless.

But for her to use her own strength to protect what she cares about and do what she wants? That’s enough.

Su Wen glanced at the visibly downcast Mo Xiaosu beside him, then turned his attention to the God of Theater. The God of Theater was in the middle of a lively monologue, and with a wave of his right hand, he conjured two soft stools using his theater powers, gesturing for Mo Xiaosu to sit and join the conversation. He then launched into a series of anecdotes about his own life, subtly weaving in profound lessons along the way.

The God of Theater despised moral coercion and had even developed a sophisticated system to counter it. Ironically, the more adept someone was at resisting moral coercion, the more skilled they became at applying it to others. This was especially true when the coercer framed their arguments from the victim’s perspective, making it easy to fall into their moral trap without realizing it. As you listened, you might even start to believe their reasoning was sound and feel compelled to act accordingly.

"Is there a way for the River of Fate to allow this version of Mo Xiaosu to visit the main Time and Space?" Su Wen focused his thoughts and reached out to the River of Fate.

[Esteemed God of Wealth, your request has been received by the River of Fate.]

[In principle, the sub-timelines connected by the power of fate within the River of Fate are only accessible to beings from the main Time and Space.]

[However, as the God of Wealth, with your vast and all-encompassing power of Wealth Source, this is no obstacle.]

[You need only expend a small amount of your power of Wealth Source to achieve your desires.]

[For your request, the River of Fate offers the following three options:]

[1. Journey of Consciousness: Split a thread of your consciousness to replace your current self in this Time and Space, accompanying you to the sub-timeline. Price: one million Wealth Source.]

[2. Journey of the Soul: Under the protection of the River of Fate, your soul will cross the boundaries of time and space to visit the main Time and Space and witness its prosperity. Price: one hundred million Wealth Source.]

[3. Journey of the True Body: With the full protection and enhancement of the River of Fate, your physical body, soul, and true spirit from the sub-timeline will cross the boundary between the virtual and the real to experience the main Time and Space in tangible form. Price: one billion Wealth Source.]

Su Wen: "…"

The prices for these three options were increasingly outrageous. At first glance, the first option seemed reasonable, but each subsequent option was a hundred times more expensive than the last!

Without hesitation, Su Wen focused his mind and sent Yuan Bao to negotiate with the River of Time in this Time and Space. After all, this was a sub-timeline, and the River of Time should still be present here. In fact, that persistent narrator was also around—it was just that Sub-Timeline 01 had been overtaken by the River of Fate, leaving them unusually quiet.

This brought up a question: Would the River of Fate share any of the wealth it extracted from him with the River of Time? If not, would the River of Time even allow it? After all, this sub-timeline had been created by the River of Time using its own power. If the River of Fate simply took control without offering any compensation, wouldn’t the River of Time, known for its greed, throw a fit?

"God of Wealth, the River of Time’s prices are, on average, fifty percent higher than those of the River of Fate," Yuan Bao whispered. "But they assure us that their after-sales service is top-notch. In fact, if you purchase the third package, the River of Time guarantees that the Shadow God from this Time and Space will undergo a cleansing by the power of time and space upon her return from the main Time and Space. In short, the River of Time offers a bonus."

Su Wen raised an eyebrow and asked pointedly, "And do you get a cut of that?"

Yuan Bao: "…"

That was a low blow!

"God of Wealth, you jest. Ever since I last scolded the River of Time, we’ve been on bad terms and haven’t spoken for days," Yuan Bao insisted. "I only reached out to them because you asked me to. Outside of business, I avoid the River of Time entirely."

Su Wen smirked. "With that tough talk, do you really think I can’t tell if you’re taking a kickback? I wonder who you picked that habit up from."

At this, Yuan Bao lowered his head and fell silent. He didn’t dare respond. If things went south, his Little Gold Vault would be at risk. For the sake of his Little Gold Vault, the God of Wealth was always right—even when he wasn’t.

What? Did the God of Wealth say something wrong? Impossible! The God of Wealth doesn’t make mistakes. It must be my ears playing tricks on me—I must have misheard!