His parents were forced to death by a trap set up by transnational capital, and he was hit with a debt of five million. Chen Mo, the second generation of bankrupt rich man, was dragged into a parallel world by the bronze ring left by his mother on the night when his life was at zero - that war-torn area in another world where warlords were rampant, gold was everywhere, and the law was always absent.
He exchanged half a box of cigarettes and a lighter for five kilograms of nugget gold from a dying miner, returned to modern times to cash it in, and figured out the most absurd operating rules of this ring: the more donations in modern society, the larger the space volume; the higher the level of modern weapons unlocked, the more miserable the death of opponents from other worlds.
Charity is his cheapest and most lethal ammunition.
As a result, Donghai City has a generous "Mr. Chen" with an elegant smile - he personally distributes schoolbags to orphans. His tears are shining brightly in front of the camera. The media calls him "the most conscientious philanthropist of the year". At this moment, his space ring contained thirty modern main battle tanks and a cluster of five hundred drones carrying precise ammunition that had just been purchased.
"Master Chen, the enemy warlord has dispatched an armored battalion and is approaching the defense line!"
Chen Mo put down the Starbucks in his hand, glanced at the notification of today's donation arrival on his phone, and waved his hand calmly: "I just donated fifty libraries to the mountainous area today, and the system just unlocked the thermobaric bomb cluster version. Tell the brothers, hunker down."
In modern times, he is a charity tycoon with a smile.
In another world, he is a butcher who makes warlords fearful.
