Sector 1. Metropolis. The King Dynamics International Medical Center.The hospital hallway was a scene of utter terror. Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries in black tactical gear were dragging middle-aged men and women in white lab coats toward a single VIP recovery room.Inside, Lu Zhan, the supreme Commander of the Northern Front, was towering over a sobbing young woman who had a tiny, one-centimeter scratch on her index finger."Doctor! Save her!" Lu Zhan roared, grabbing a world-renowned neurosurgeon by the throat. "If a single scar remains on my woman’s hand, I will raze this city to the ground! I have kidnapped the top one hundred specialists from five continents! Heal her, or prepare for a mass funeral!"The neurosurgeon, trembling in his scrubs, gasped for air. "Sir... I was in the middle of a triple-bypass heart surgery! My patient... they'll die without me!""I don't care about your patients!" Lu Zhan sneered, his murderous aura chilling the room. "In my world, her finger is

Sector 3. Metropolis. The Eternal Herb Exchange.The elderly herbalist was trembling, clutching a wooden box containing a 5,000-year-old Blood Ginseng—his family’s last remaining treasure. He needed the money for his granddaughter’s surgery.Standing before him was Xiao Ran, the reincarnated Immortal Sovereign, looking at the old man with absolute, icy arrogance."I have decided. This ginseng belongs to me," Xiao Ran announced, his voice filled with unquestionable authority. He reached into his pocket and flicked a single, scratched one-cent copper coin onto the counter."There. One cent. That is my price," Xiao Ran sneered, reaching for the box. "To have your family treasure used by a Sovereign like me is the greatest honor your bloodline will ever receive. Do not be ungrateful, old man. Take the cent and get out of my sight before I lose my patience."The elderly man gasped, tears welling in his eyes. "Sir... this is worth fifty million! One cent is... it's a robbery!""I don't care

Sector 3. Metropolis. The Apex Luxury Galleria.The atmosphere in the 'Gucci' boutique was freezing. A young sales clerk, Sarah, was politely but firmly asking a customer to leave.The customer was Lin Feng, a man dressed in tattered jeans and a grease-stained t-shirt. Secretly, he was the heir to a trillion-credit conglomerate, but he loved testing human nature by dressing like a beggar."Sir," Sarah said, maintaining her composure. "This is a high-end boutique. Your appearance is... causing discomfort to our other clients. I must ask you to leave the premises immediately."Lin Feng snapped, his 'fragile ego' instantly shattered by the retail worker's standard protocol. He pulled out a glowing, black universal black card."You arrogant bh!*" Lin Feng roared, slamming the card onto the counter. "Do you know who I am?! I can buy your entire family with this card! You think a uniform makes you superior?"He immediately made a call. "Get me the CEO of the Apex Galleria. Tell him I’m purc

Sector 1. Metropolis. The Apex International ICU Ward.The sterile silence of the intensive care unit was shattered by the arrogant barking of a young man in a dirty grey Taoist robe.Lin Xuan, the so-called 'Divine Physician of the Mountains', was standing over the hospital bed of the city’s richest billionaire, who had been in a deep coma for three years. The room was filled with multimillion-credit life-support systems, but Lin Xuan looked at them with pure disdain."Turn off these useless machines!" Lin Xuan sneered, pulling out a long, vibrating silver needle from a leather pouch. "Modern medicine is a joke. He doesn't have a 'brain injury'; his 'Golden Soul' has simply wandered off. I will fix him with a single puncture to his fontanelle!""Stop!" the Head of Neurosurgery shouted, blocking the bed. "You haven't even looked at the MRI! A needle to the crown without imaging is suicide! You'll cause a fatal hemorrhage!""Mortal trash!" Lin Xuan laughed, his eyes flashing with mysti

Sector 1. Metropolis. The Royal Obsidian Auction Gala.The atmosphere in the grand hall was electric, bordering on insane. On the velvet pedestal sat Lot #42: A weathered, moss-covered stone fragment found in a suburban gutter."One Billion Credits!" Ye Chen, the hidden Trillionaire Heir, shouted from the back row. He didn't even look at the stone. He was staring directly at Young Master Han, the city’s most famous playboy, with a sneer of pure, unfiltered arrogance.Young Master Han turned purple. "One billion for a rock?! Are you mocking me? One Billion and One!""TEN BILLION!" Ye Chen bellowed, standing up and slamming his black card onto the armrest. "I don't care about the stone, Han! I just enjoy watching you realize you're a beggar compared to me! If you have the balls, keep bidding. If not, crawl out of this hall on all fours!"The crowd gasped. Ten billion for a piece of street debris?! This was the ultimate display of 'Burning Money' dominance.SLAM!The auctioneer’s gavel d