I, the slave boy, awaken with the most potent seed!! - Chapter 122 - 50 man hunt

At his best friend’s memorial service, Bai Yan almost burst out laughing and got beaten to death.

Along the way, Bai Yan’s fits of laughter turned into ones of anger. His joy quickly turned to sorrow as he met his punishment that night.

He curiously opened the app that he had never seen before on his phone and was suddenly pulled into a terrifying world of reincarnation…

An infinite stream of horror flowed into his mind, ominous descriptions, breakthroughs, and storylines.

The main character should not be taken lightly. Be careful if you dare!

“God of Contracts: Strongest Businessman” is a story set in a vast universe where magic and business intersect. It follows a determined entrepreneur who aims to build an unassailable empire. The narrative is rich with diverse extraterrestrial races, each playing a role in the complex world of trade and alliances. The protagonist faces challenges beyond contracts, including the need for strength and supernatural abilities. As the story progresses, business and power become intertwined, leading to a climactic showdown that will decide the fate of their empire and the intergalactic order.

This is my debut novel, so I appreciate your patience. The initial chapters may be average, but I promise you'll witness an improvement in my writing as the story progresses.

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A third-tier star, Lu Weiyu, an ordinary beta, urgently needs a backer.
After finally getting into the marshal’s banquet, just about to strike up a conversation——
Marshal raised his phoenix eyes and said, “Get lost.”
Lu Weiyu rolled away non-stop, and was pulled back by the marshal before he rolled away.
With a low voice and domineering eyes, the Marshal put him in his arms: “Did I tell you to get out? Get back.”
Lu Weiyu nodded tremblingly.
The marshal surrounded her, humming: “If you touch someone, you will be responsible to him.”
Lu Weiyu was dumbfounded, and said nonsense: “Okay, take responsibility.”
The marshal pinched the man’s chin and snorted coldly: “What are you responsible for? Women, don’t play with fire.”
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It was only later that Lu Weiyu found out that the marshal had fallen ill again.
Marshal: “I hit you with my life.”
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Demining:
Glyph of sand.
ABO, I don’t know what to write, just arrange it.
The cultural design is mine, please leave if you don’t like it.
Which channel to write about is my business, and I don’t need others to tell me what to do.
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- Description from novelbuddy

The day Louis discovered his girlfriend's betrayal, he died from a gunshot wound to the head. Fortunately, fate smiled on him and allowed him to be reincarnated in a magical world as the youngest son of an SSS-class family.That same day, he awakened his Class—an event that should have marked the beginning of his rise.Instead, it marked his downfall.[Ding! You have awakened an SSS-Rank Class.][Class: God of Money][Rank: SSS]A god? Yes, that's beautiful. But a god of money? In the eyes of his proud family, that title was a joke—an insult. The weakest, most useless Class imaginable.So, they banished him, stripped him of the family name, and cast him aside without a second thought.But they were unaware of his skill, abilities, and the potential that money could bring.He smiled as he saw himself banished and looked at the system.“If you fire me, it's okay. I'll keep creating missions even if I end up in a garbage dump, and I'll come back for your heads someday.”Two system messages flashed before him.[Your actions generate money, and money makes you stronger.][You have the ability to create missions.]Under the influence of his newly acquired Class, he will delve into all the magical paths this world offers, become embroiled in political intrigue, and conquer kingdoms on his own.“Money? I'm the God. Women?” That's fine—I have plenty.