Crossing the Timeline: Is It Reasonable for Me, the God of Wealth, To Be Short on Money? Chapter 419

“Is this a new thod of Ti and Space Communication?”

Star God pondered as he observed Su Wen worshiping him.

It’s been proven that the Wealth God’s actions, though initially seeming unreasonable, ultimately validate his correctness through the outcos.

So he wondered… should he also create a portrait to worship Star God?

As a way to honor the self who perished in the sub-tilines!

Would the main Ti and Space self gain sothing from honoring the self that died in the sub-tilines?

“Star God, look.”

Suddenly, the voice of God of Theater ca from beside him.

In the next mont, God of Theater appeared in Star God’s view, holding a stack of black-and-white portraits.

“I noticed the Wealth God’s worship behavior earlier.”

“So while you were out, I prepared these.”

“Here, this one’s for you.”

“I made one for myself, Fighting God, Xiao Feng, and Xiao Ying.”

“If the Wealth God ever needs it, we can follow his instructions and worship ourselves together.”

“Worshiping ourselves! Bowing and paying respect is nothing to be ashad of!”

Star God: “…”

The efficiency of God of Theater is truly remarkable!

While he was still contemplating this matter, God of Theater had already prepared everyone’s portraits.

“I think Fighting God might not need a portrait.”

Star God looked at his own portrait, suppressing his strange feelings, and suddenly said, “Didn’t the Wealth God say that Fighting God won’t die?”

God of Theater waved his hand and replied, “I thought so at first, but then I reconsidered and realized sothing’s off.”

“In the previous tiline, Fighting God might have never died.”

“But who can guarantee that in the sub-tilines the Wealth God will go through afterward, Fighting God won’t die?”

“Think about how the Wealth God described the catastrophic consequences after Fighting God’s death, the subtle excitent, and that eager-to-try look.”

“I believe!”

“In the subsequent sub-tilines, Fighting God will definitely die. After all, under imnse pressures, we, who possess thods of Mutual Destruction, will inevitably do sothing reckless that leads to mutual intimidation or even mutual annihilation at so point.”

“What do you think?”

Star God nodded slightly and replied, “That’s true, let’s keep a portrait of Fighting God then!”

“When Fighting God returns, we’ll give him this portrait and ask him to treasure it.”

At this point, Star God paused before smiling and said, “Although Fighting God can’t join the feast or witness the experiences of the sub-tilines, he should have the chance to participate in this team activity.”

“I’m sure Fighting God will be thrilled when he finds out.”

As soon as the voice faded, a Space Teleportation formation materialized at the entrance of the office area.

A strikingly handso figure, wielding a spear and clad in a flowing battle robe, erged from the Space Teleportation formation.

It was none other than Fighting God!

“What’s the happy news?”

After stepping out, Fighting God faintly caught the Star God ntioning sothing about happiness.

“It’s nothing major, just a new team activity, and you can finally join us,” the Star God said with a smile. “We thought you’d be thrilled about this.”

Fighting God was montarily taken aback, then with a thought, he stashed his spear away and exclaid excitedly, “Really? Then tell all about it…”

Before he could finish, his eyes landed on the portrait of Fighting God that the God of Theater was holding.

The black-and-white photo, the familiar design of the Fighting God mask, and the sowhat glaring fra style—it all felt eerily familiar!

But it was also unsettling!

Why were they holding his portrait while discussing team activities?

He wasn’t dead yet!

What was going on?

“I have to ask, why do you have my portrait?”

Fighting God swallowed hard and hesitantly inquired, “And Star God, why are you standing here with your own portrait?”

“Don’t you find this a bit creepy?”

“Or have you decided to do sothing and started preparing for your own funerals?”

“Carrying portraits and lugging coffins into battle, ready to face death?”

“I can die! I’m not afraid of death!”

“But before I go, you have to explain everything to , so I can face death with clarity!”

Star God: “……”

God of Theater: “……”

“And give a rough tiline so I can prepare and enjoy all the good food and drinks, then face death with satisfaction!”

“……”

The scene fell into a silence, a slightly awkward one.

Typical of Fighting God, always saying the most unexpected things.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Fighting God stepped closer to the two and pressed again.

“Actually, everyone’s portraits have been made.”

The God of Theater looked at Fighting God and explained, “The portraits weren’t made for death.”

“Instead, it’s to honor those of us who fell in the sub-tilines.”

“Your portrait is placed in the most prominent spot because we were just debating whether we should even make one for you.”

Fighting God raised an eyebrow and shot back, “Everyone else has a portrait. Why shouldn’t I?”

Nearby, Star God sighed and said, “Because the you in the sub-tilines has never died!”

After a pause, Star God added, “Take Xiao Feng and Xiao Ying, for example. Like you, they stayed here and couldn’t go to the sub-tilines.”

“But their situation was temporary. Yours is different—you’re practically never going to go.”

“The you in the sub-tilines doesn’t die, so you don’t even qualify to go!”

Fighting God: “……”

Why doesn’t he die in the sub-tilines?

How is his life so unshakable?

It feels like he’s being left out.

This is seriously frustrating!

“Don’t worry,” the God of Theater chid in, instantly picking up on Fighting God’s thoughts. “The God of Wealth has probably already planned everything out for you.”

“Sooner or later, you’ll have to die.”

“No matter how unshakable your life is, that’s non-negotiable.”

“After all, we won’t know the full picture until the deterrence in the sub-tilines plays out.”

“Once we do, we can make the necessary arrangents.”

Hearing this, Fighting God let out a relieved sigh and grinned. “Alright, that puts my mind at ease.”

Star God couldn’t help but glance at Fighting God, puzzled.

Most people would be thrilled to hear they’re unkillable and have a tough life.

Especially when they learn that their comrades’ plans might involve them or that their lives could be used for so grand sche in the future—it’d make anyone uneasy.

Maybe even angry!

But Fighting God… this reaction really lives up to his na.

Were the previous Fighting Gods like this too?

Is he really going to embrace the title of “reckless brute” without a second thought?