The Rise of Phoenixes - Chapter 270

Noa’s life turned into a disaster.He was fired for no reason, betrayed by the woman he loved, and left drowning in debt for a wedding that would never happen.Then a truck almost killed him.And just before the world went black—time froze.Suddenly, Noa is no longer an average human—he is a Dimensional Tycoon, capable of buying and selling planets at market price.When gods need immortality, Noa sells them elixirs. When demon kings want weapons of mass destruction, they pay in cash. When heavens fall, he buys the land. When empires collapse, he auctions the ashes.Noa can trade anything, as long as the price is fair.He doesn’t conquer realms, because in this world, money is the greatest power—and Noa controls the market.After all, even divine beings knock on his door—not to fight, but to ask for a discount.But every tycoon has to start somewhere.For Noa, it began with selling shampoo to bald cultivators.

A young Japanese man inherits his parents' grape farm after they impulsively bought it during retirement but couldn't handle its physical demands. Though initially reluctant, he finds success farming for three years until market oversaturation causes prices to plummet. While playing a new video game called “Immortal Order: Origin” about historical secrets, he is mysteriously transported to 16th century North America, where he encounters starving English colonists from the lost Roanoke Colony. His grape farm has been transported with him, complete with modern equipment and a secret gift called 'Immortal'.

Magical beasts trample, dragons roar, wizards curse, and the dazzling light of magic illuminates the beacon of knowledge!

Emperor of Gabella: The Imperial Legion is invincible on land.

Orc Chieftain: Each of our tribal warriors is worth ten of any other.

Elven King of the Emerald Realm: Our forest rangers never miss their mark.

President of the Horn Bay Alliance: The Alliance fleet reigns supreme over the seas.

A Mysterious Organization: The prophesied era will eventually arrive.

Paul Grayman: I’m not singling anyone out, but everyone here is tr*sh.

Embark on a journey with firearms and cannons, crushing the low-magic planes…

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