When a corporate drone died of exhaustion at his keyboard just as he was about to become a Saint, he opened his eyes to find that the world had gone completely mad. Gods had become publicly traded companies, their followers had turned into shareholders, and ten million Huaxia coins could be exchanged for one Mythic Coin. That single coin could buy a god's authority.
The original owner's heavily invested stock had crashed to the brink of delisting, and the resulting loss of divine power had killed him. The moment Cheng Sheng received the memories, the [Mythic Capital Investment Intelligence System] slammed into his face: “Borrow 1.23 million Mythic Coins in exchange for ten years of lifespan and all your afterlife years. Repay 1.35 million in principal and interest in 21 days. Do you accept?”
A cold-blooded egoist never hesitates. He scrapped the worthless account, adopted the name “Cheng Feite,” and bet ten years of his lifespan on junk stocks. He took a controlling stake in the Goddess of Bad Luck and helped her ascend to demigodhood, then immediately started a livestream to hype the “after misfortune comes good fortune” concept, cashing out when the stock price soared.
The System's intelligence was his blade, and his lifespan was his stake. Shorting the War God stock, hyping the Plague God's concept, joining forces with Loki to set a trap, betting against Athena... In this world, where even gods had to obey exchange rules, Cheng Sheng had no intention of becoming a follower. He would be a financial tycoon holding the lives and deaths of the gods in his hands.
“Investing in the stock market carries risks. Please invest with caution?” Cheng Feite sneered at the soaring numbers in his account. “Where I'm concerned, there are only returns and opponents who haven't died thoroughly enough.”
