Crossing the Timeline: Is It Reasonable for Me, the God of Wealth, To Be Short on Money? Chapter 402

Upon hearing Su Wen’s words, the God of Theater silently withdrew his gaze from the distance.

For a mont, the surroundings fell into a quiet silence.

Before arriving, he already knew of his own tragedy.

Next, ca the tragedies of the Star God and the God of Wealth.

The fact that the three of them could co here ant that the versions of themselves in this Ti and Space were already dead.

Then upon arriving, they saw the battered and injured Fighting God.

He also sensed the presence of the Wind God.

Even during his gamble with the God of Wealth, he took the ti to explore the Wind God’s body and soul inside and out.

Sure enough, as he expected, the Wind God’s condition was sowhat better than the Fighting God’s, but it wasn’t significantly better.

From his physical form to his soul, he was filled with various thods of Arrow Realm aberrants and the ignorance that lurked in his mind.

It could only be said that the Wind God and Fighting God’s bond as brothers was truly “brotherly”!

They showed no rcy when dealing with each other.

However, compared to the tragedies of the Fighting God and the Wind God, the Shadow God’s situation was on another level.

Not to ntion, the Fighting God and Wind God lost due to their inability to recognize the truth and were sched against.

But what about Little Shadow?

She, who should have been protected by the good fortune of the Eighth Era, was instead enveloped in misfortune due to her clan’s machinations.

Before awakening, she endured various tornts, suffering great blows to both her body and mind.

After awakening, she faced covetous villains who united to hunt her down.

“Alas!”

The God of Theater sighed deeply and looked up at the sky.

He considered himself not to be a good person.

If he were to put himself in Little Shadow’s shoes, he might not have been as kind-hearted as she was.

Perhaps he would have rampaged through the world?

Or maybe he would have completely lost his mind?

He might even feel hopeless and suffer a ntal breakdown, ending his life in madness.

“Should we go check on Little Shadow?”

Su Wen asked quietly from the side.

“Let’s take a look!”

The God of Theater spoke solemnly, “Not for any other reason, just to let the Little Shadow of this Ti and Space know that her tragedy has ended in the main Ti and Space.”

“As for what Little Shadow is doing now… let her continue.”

"Those corrupt officials who took advantage of the turmoil in our holand and those traffickers involved in human trafficking, I think Little Shadow was right to kill them!"

"If I hadn’t died in this Ti and Space and had known about these things, I might have been even more ruthless than Little Shadow!"

Su Wen nodded slightly; traffickers indeed deserved to die!

How many family tragedies have been caused by these traffickers?

"God of Wealth, you’ve been through a lot."

Suddenly, the God of Theater turned and patted Su Wen on the shoulder, speaking earnestly.

This was just one tragedy from a sub-tiline, yet it made him ponder so much.

To witness multiple tragedies across different sub-tilines, including various misfortunes, and to see himself killed by enemies and comrades—that must have been incredibly painful and helpless!

Now he finally understood how strong the God of Wealth’s mind was!

Without his strong inner defenses, he might have collapsed countless tis already.

"It’s okay, I can still handle it."

Su Wen imdiately grasped what the God of Theater ant and replied with a smile.

What’s this compared to what’s coming?

There are many more tragic events in the later sub-tilines!

Then, with a wave of his hand, the God of Theater made the two disappear from their spot.

When they reappeared, they were near a street in the Magic City district.

Here, the splendor and brilliance that symbolize Magic City seed to lose their aning in this suburban street.

Pitch black!

Cramped!

Narrow!

Dim!

In recent years, due to the loss of territory and the trampling by aberrants, the once vibrant and bustling nightlife of Magic City had now concentrated in the central area.

In the central region, prosperity still thrived.

But in the nearby narrow alleys and streets, evil and darkness began to fester.

While the Fighting God and Wind God focused on the war and resistance concerning the holand, they overlooked the issues of people’s livelihoods at that mont.

Especially for the combat-focused group led by the Fighting God, they had no extra energy to pay attention to the dark cris lurking in the sewers.

"I was here just four months ago."

Mo Xiaosu, clad in black robes, had glaring scars on both cheeks, making her expression cold and her eyes filled with a crazed look.

"Four months ago, I just dealt with one wave, and in such a short ti, you found this place again to traffic won and children?"

"Didn’t you hear how the local powers around here vanished?"

As she spoke, Mo Xiaosu snapped all the fingers of the man in her grasp.

The man’s agonized screams echoed around, but Mo Xiaosu acted as if she didn’t hear them. After twisting his ten fingers into grotesque shapes, her attention swiftly turned to his arm.

"Just bending fingers, and you’re already breaking? How weak."

"Have you forgotten how you treated those poor souls you trafficked under your command?"

"Don’t worry!"

"What you did to them, I’ll do to you."

"I heard you turned a few girls into human puppets, stuffed them into tiny jars, and had them carried around for performances, didn’t you?"

"Impressive work!"

"Let your life from now on mirror theirs."

"Cutting out tongues, gouging eyes, turning you into a human puppet…"

"You never seem to tire of these twisted gas, do you?"

Mo Xiaosu’s voice was low, a mix of madness and an unsettling calm that sent chills down the spine.

In the nearby room, dark and reeking of filth, children and won were locked away, their suffering a perfect reflection of what Mo Xiaosu had described.

It was clear that Mo Xiaosu was no stranger to such horrors.

She had grown so accustod to it that she could face it all with eerie composure. Perhaps it was because she had seen too much, and her heart had long since hardened.

Finally, after tornting the man into unconsciousness, Mo Xiaosu casually tossed him aside.

In the next mont, his limbs were severed, along with an organ essential for the survival of future generations.

If she was going to act, she would leave no room for half-asures.

Since she was going to make him suffer, she would ensure he experienced every atrocity he had inflicted on others.

"Mo Xiaosu…"

Just as she was about to open the nearby cell and free the captives, a voice filled with pity and sorrow slowly echoed around her.

As the voice faded, the God of Theater and Su Wen materialized before her.

Faced with the God of Theater, Mo Xiaosu didn’t imdiately strike.

Not out of kindness, but because a sudden, instinctive warning scread in her mind.

She knew she couldn’t defeat these two masked figures.

And deep within the mysterious realm of her thoughts, she sensed that these two… weren’t here to oppose her actions.

"Who are you?"

Mo Xiaosu took a deep breath, her icy gaze piercing as she demanded, "How do you know my na?"

"Or rather, what brings you here?"