Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System - Chapter 4: Becoming a Top Student

(This story take place in different timeline and universe)This is the story about boy named Karan getting recarnatated in the time of Mahabhrata as a Karna. Biggest war at that time.What will happen if he become karna in it?What will happened if as a boon he ask System?What will happen if he get to meet those characters? Is he able to chnage their destiny or it will turn worse?Let's find out what will happen when he born into age of God's. Do he able to achieve what he wanted to or something else's.What if this world is as not as simple as he thought, Let's find out.

When we lose our hearts to the wrong person, setting a betrayal in place, how well do we come out from such hurt?

“I'm sorry, Kiara,” he began, his voice heavy with regret. “We regret to inform you that we can no longer administer these drugs to you.”I was dying. I was going to die.Kiara Williams was dying from Stomach Cancer. With only a few months to live, she could only stay at the hospital.Alone. Her annoying husband did not come and visit her, only her best friend, Jessica remained by her side. She could no longer pay the bills and was sent home.Arriving at her house she caught Jessica and her husband together in bed. In a fight, her husband pushed Kiara down the stairs.Kiara died.Or did she? She was reborn ten years back, but rather than being destroyed, she begged a strange man for a one night stand unless she may die again.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.