High Martial: Ninety Million a Day, and I Rule the County Seat

[Apocalypse]+ [Urban High Martial Arts]+ [Decisive and Ruthless]+ [Technological Overkill]

Su Ming transmigrates to an apocalypse high-martial world and becomes a puppet county magistrate stripped of real power.

From the start, he’s thrown into hell mode: a coup at his door, a beast tide bearing down, and the lives of the entire city hanging by a thread!

Just as he thinks he’s doomed, he awakens the “Tycoon Money-Spending System.”

At midnight every day, ninety million automatically lands in his account!

It must be spent that day, or it’s gone!

The Zhao family head sneers, “Su Ming, you have no money and no strength. What are you going to use to defend the city?”

Su Ming responds by placing a ninety-million-yuan airdrop order.

And just like that, everything changes.

While everyone else is risking their lives to improve their cultivation, Su Ming is worrying about how to spend the several tens of millions he still has left in pocket money.

When the beast tide hits and the city’s martial artists despair, a pitch-black “Thunder-III” exoskeleton mech stands behind Su Ming.

Above them, a swarm of drones blots out the sky like a plague of locusts, unleashing saturation fire on the beast tide!

The Zhao family head drops to his knees. “County Magistrate, this is the age of cold weapons! How did you roll out a mechanized infantry division?!”

The bigwigs from the provincial capital are stunned. “What kind of black technology is this energy shield? It can actually withstand a Grandmaster’s attack?!”

The alien invaders are dumbfounded. “The natives of this planet… why are they casually throwing around planet-destroying warships?!”

Standing atop a mountain of corpses, Su Ming lights a cigar and says coolly:

“In this world, there’s nothing money can’t solve.”

“And if there is, it just means I haven’t spent today’s ninety-million limit yet.”