I Don't Want to Inherit a Ten-Billion Fortune

The group has been disbanded. Congratulations on the end!

Once, I abandoned my plaything because of poverty; I thought that when I had more money, it would flourish; who knew that my reunion would be like this, with grass growing six feet high on the grave.

The writing style is light and pleasant, making it a great read. There's not much buildup or any mind-bending stuff, which is fantastic! Go for it! Haha ...

Sigh, two years have passed in the blink of an eye. I really hope it continues.

Crowdfunding for the Summoning of Souls (1/999)

It really does have the same title as the latest chapter. Long time no see. I hope this isn't goodbye to this book forever.

I drifted by, burned paper money, lit candles, offered incense—no response. I poured wine, offered sacrifices, set off firecrackers, smashed the tombstone—no reaction. I dug up the grave, exhumed the body, opened the coffin, whipped the corpse—no reaction. I set fire to the body, burned it, ground the bones, scattered the ashes—I tried again, set up an altar, drew talismans, channeled my energy, struck with lightning—nothing happened. I used a magic bell, a wooden sword, a effigy, chanted incantations, and tried to summon the soul again. I wept, cried, wailed, pounded the ground?… The author is dead, and I am powerless to change his fate!

Did the author time travel?

The author has stopped reading pineapple buns.

Sweeping graves is pointless, so let's stubbornly stay at the graves together.