Kian Blackwell, the richest man in his world, sat on the penthouse balcony, gazing at the shimmering skyline. He had everything: money, power, and influence. Yet, as the clock struck midnight, a sharp pain in his chest shattered his sense of security. Poison. Betrayal. His most trusted allies had turned against him. His vision blurred, and darkness claimed him.
When he opened his eyes, Kian expected to see an afterlife—or nothing at all. Instead, he found himself lying in a straw bed, staring at a wooden ceiling.
"Where am I?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and unfamiliar. He sat up, his body feeling strangely weak and small. Glancing down, he saw hands that were not his own—calloused, thin, and young.
Before panic could set in, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
[Welcome, Kian. You have been chosen for reincarnation. The Wealth System is now active.]