Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot - Chapter 372 - 243 Mr. Wei Meng Possessed, The Type of Guy Girls Like the Most (2nd Update)

I got hit by a truck and woke up in a world unfamiliar to me.[System rebooting… AI core active.][What can I help you with?]With a hologram screen floating before me, Chat GTP, the pinnacle of artificial intelligence.[Combat mode activated.][Here is the steps to create a atomic bomb.][Efficiency: 99.8%. Shall we proceed with conquest?]And with it, I became the most dangerous man in this world.

In the pursuit of wealth and land, cultivation was actually a very expensive luxury activity. Having unintentionally received the legacy of the legendary cultivator, alchemist, and medical scholar Ge Hong, the simple mountain man Ge Dongxu began to earnestly make money. While most people were still in high school, he had already started to earn money for his alchemy and cultivation as he studied. While most college students were worried about the expenses of having a girlfriend, he had already become a boss. When most college graduates were busy sending out resumes in search of a job, and rich second-generation kids were showing off sports cars in front of beauties, he had already become a super-rich heir, and of course, a supreme medical saint hidden in plain sight.

Vincent Strider was a gun for hire who made a living by killing whoever it was his clients wanted dead. But during one mission, he died in a fierce gunfight. However, death was not the end for him. Vincent found himself reincarnated in another world, facing a floating interface that flickered before his eyes.[Synchronizing Host!][Military System initializing.]Vincent found out that in this system he received, he can summon soldiers, tanks, aircrafts, and even warships! This is going to be exhilarating.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”