In my previous life, I was an investment tycoon worth billions, but my so-called "relatives" ganged up on me to kill me. I watched helplessly as my younger siblings were sold and died tragically.
When I opened my eyes and woke up, I was back in 1961, just in time when my uncle wanted to sell my three-year-old brother for two bags of bran!
In this life, I can't bear it anymore!
I have tens of billions of material space, spiritual spring nourishment, and spiritual perception!
Anyone who dares to stretch out my claws will be chopped off by me!
Uncle wants to occupy real estate? A single report will send you to jail for free!
Does the neighbor beast want to eat my meat? There's no door, and there's not even any soup left for you!
In this era of scarcity of food and clothing, while others ate braised vegetables, I and my younger siblings ate braised pork.
Not only do I want to be an ancestor in this compound, but I also want to use future technology and tens of billions of supplies to build my top family in this turbulent era!
As for those vampires? Kneel down in the snow and beg me for soup?
Sorry, I won't even feed you this soup to a dog!
Talking nonsense seriously