Don't Look Down on a Poor Middle-Aged Man: More Children, More Blessings at Forty

[Rebirth + settling scores + building a family empire]

I'm the richest man in the country, but I'm poor.

Because in a world where strength is everything, poverty isn't about your bank balance. It's being born with a body that can't cultivate martial arts.

No matter how much money you have, to the martial arts powerhouses, you're just a fat lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

In my previous life, I donated trillions and funded countless geniuses, only to be dragged before a tribunal by the very geniuses I'd supported, then devoured by the “children” I'd loved for twenty years.

The most bitter irony? I learned at the very end that not one of those three children was mine.

I was reborn twenty years in the past.

I looked at the woman pretending to sleep beside me and listened to those three phony cries of “Dad.” I smiled.

In this life, I still have a useless body, but…

I've got a cheat now.

I'm done being a fat lamb. I'll be the one holding the knife.

My resources will be exchanged only for loyalty unto death. My bloodline will be passed down only to heirs who are truly mine.

In this life, I'll make you understand:

What does it mean to never look down on a poor middle-aged man?

Only my last life was poor!

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