Crossing the Timeline: Is It Reasonable for Me, the God of Wealth, To Be Short on Money? Chapter 341

Opposing the tyranny of the God of Wealth?

What kind of nonsense is this?

The version of in the sub-tilines should have been long gone by now.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t even be able to co here!

I can understand the Rebel army rising against tyranny.

But opposing the tyranny of a dead man? That’s a bit of a stretch, isn’t it?

Wait—

I must have misunderstood. What the other person ant was probably an administrative system designed by the Path of Wealth Fate Bearer, based on my na.

They nad it the God of Wealth.

At this point, that seems to be the only possibility.

“Big brother, judging by your expression, you really don’t know, do you?”

The injured soldier, noticing Su Wen’s confusion, said, “It’s obvious you’ve been in seclusion for a very long ti.”

“Don’t doubt —when I say we’re opposing the tyranny of the God of Wealth, I’m talking about that once-glorious divine fate bearer from decades ago!”

“Yes, the one who created the Martial Arts System.”

“We’re rebelling to fight that demon!”

“We used to worship him as a god!”

“But now, he’s nothing but a devil!”

“Scum!”

“If it weren’t for him, my family wouldn’t have been torn apart, and I wouldn’t have lost my wife and children!”

As he spoke, the wounded soldier clenched his teeth, his eyes turning red with rage.

After a mont of silence, Su Wen asked, confused, “The God of Wealth… isn’t dead?”

The injured soldier took a deep breath and said bitterly, “How could a villain like him die? I wish he’d die a horrible death—swallowed alive, or cut into a Thousand Cuts!”

He sighed heavily, his voice filled with helplessness. “But that beast is too powerful!”

“Right now, no one can stand against him!”

“It’s maddening!”

“I hate myself!”

“Why am I just a warrior?”

“If I were a fate bearer or a divine fate bearer, I’d train like crazy and find a way to kill that scum!”

“Don’t let see that scum!”

“If I do, I’ll never let him go!”

“Right!”

“Ahhhhh!”

“……”

Su Wen’s words seed to unlock the painful mories that the injured soldier least wanted to recall.

As a result, the soldier gradually beca frantic, veins bulging on his face, and dark energy fluctuations began to spread throughout his body.

Soon, the unusual scene caught the attention of nearby personnel.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…”

Several figures rushed to the injured soldier’s side, quickly subduing him and pinning him to the ground while starting to transfer steady power of energy and blood into him.

After a mont, the soldier returned to normal.

“I’m sorry, brother. I just lost control for a mont.”

“Captain, this brother is here to join the Rebel army.”

“He’s been in seclusion for a long ti and has just co out of it.”

Hearing the soldier’s words, a middle-aged man dressed in black and brown battle attire frowned slightly.

“What’s your na?”

“Su Xing.”

“And your strength?”

“Seventh-level.”

“That strong?”

The middle-aged man was surprised, then whispered a few words to soone nearby before turning back and saying, “Follow ; we’re going to see the general.”

Su Wen followed the middle-aged man, his mind racing with thoughts.

This is a problem!

A big problem!

The God of Wealth in the sub-tilines isn’t dead!

But he’s certain that his counterpart in the sub-tilines is definitely dead!

So there’s only one possibility: this God of Wealth isn’t him!

He created martial arts!

Just that statent alone makes it almost certain that the God of Wealth in the sub-tilines should be him.

But if his counterpart in the sub-tilines didn’t die, there’s no way he could have crossed over!

Hmm… could he have been possessed?

Can an immortal half-god even be possessed?

Is this the work of the descendants?

In front of a tent, the middle-aged man led Su Wen to a young woman.

“General, this is a seventh-level warrior who has co to join the army!”

"Just out of seclusion!"

The young woman glanced at Su Wen and nodded, saying, “He’s definitely a seventh-level warrior, and he’s young too. You can tell he’s got great potential!”

“Since you want to join the Rebel Army, you can stay!”

The middle-aged man looked at Su Wen and introduced, “This is the third disciple of the Fighting God, our leader.”

Hearing this, Su Wen’s interest was piqued.

The third disciple of the Fighting God?

Well, well!

The Fighting God has taken on a disciple?

And he’s beco a leader too?

Not bad, not bad!

But if the Fighting God has risen to leadership, then I guess everyone else must be doing pretty well too.

“What’s with that look?”

The middle-aged man noticed Su Wen’s scrutinizing gaze, his expression darkened, and he was about to lose his temper.

“Alright, you can leave for now.”

The young woman raised her hand and said, “I have so questions to ask.”

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, shot Su Wen a fierce glare, then turned and left.

This guy is so rude!

What’s so special about being a seventh-level warrior?

He’s an Eighth Level himself!

And yet, he didn’t even dare to look the general in the eye.

The general is a king-level fate bearer!

Rumor has it she’s just one step away from the Emperor Level.

A young prodigy like that deserves respect from everyone!

“Let introduce myself—I’m Li Tianxue.”

Li Tianxue said, “The way you looked at just now was a bit… off.”

“My subordinate didn’t notice, so I’ll apologize on his behalf.”

“But I sensed it.”

“It was the kind of look you give a junior.”

“That look is very similar to how my master looks at , so… who exactly are you?”

She had a naturally sharp intuition, so when she faced Su Wen, she could imdiately sense the deeper aning behind his gaze.

It was a look of surprise and kindness, the kind you’d give to a junior.

Especially the expression he made when he heard the na “Fighting God”—it was very unusual!

In that mont, she was almost certain that this man… might be a friend of her master.

Her master’s strength is said to be unmatched in the world!

So, would a friend of her master be weak?

Even the weakest among her master’s peers would still be far stronger than her.

“Can you contact your master?”

Su Wen asked, “If you can, tell him a friend is here and ask him to co out to et .”

Li Tianxue took a deep breath, clasped her hands, and said, “I understand that you’re a friend of my master, but he’s currently handling urgent matters. He’s specifically instructed us not to disturb him unless it’s sothing major.”

“So, could you tell your na, senior? Or say sothing that would let my master know right away that a friend is here? Otherwise, I can’t just go and disturb him without permission. I hope you understand.”

Su Wen thought for a mont and said, “This might sound a bit embarrassing, but I think it’ll work.”

His current identity was a bit tricky.

Whether as the God of Martial Arts or the God of Wealth, he couldn’t reveal it.

Otherwise, not only would he fail to deliver the ssage, but he might end up surrounded in no ti.

So, he had no choice but to apologize to the Fighting God.

“Go ahead, senior. I’ll relay the ssage.”

“Tell your master that he’s got a spiritual bug planted in his backside. When he hears that, he’ll probably know who I am.”

“……”

Li Tianxue’s eyes widened. This… is so outrageous!

Is this sothing she’s even allowed to hear?

Ugh, ugh, ugh!

What on earth has her master been through in the past?