Harry Disowned Ravenclaw Money Foreseen

Waking up as the third rate villain in a game before realizing none of his ending is good, what will a guy do? "Where is my golden finger?" "Wise Soul?" "System?" "Blessing?" "Fuck, it's one thing not giving me any boost but not giving me any talent is another!" "No cheats? I have money!"

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case. Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent. At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage. Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life. However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money. With money comes unparalleled talents. From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

Eamond Richard dies as he lived: ruthless, filthy rich, and utterly alone. Reborn into a medieval world where magic trumps all, he wields Money Magic—a system that turns gold into godlike power. Bankrolling wars, monetizing dragons, and weaponizing debt, Eamond builds an empire with the glee of a shark in a treasury. But beneath his carefree swagger lies a twice-orphaned outcast who knows the real game isn’t wealth… It’s never losing again. Yet for all his schemes, Eamond can’t outrun the system’s fine print: hoard too much, and your soul becomes currency. As terrifying creatures and jealous gods close in, he faces a paradox—the more invincible he becomes, the clearer it is that money can’t buy what he truly wants.

Carlos Mendez was a small-time criminal barely surviving on Miami's streets in 2025. When immigration cops cornered him after a graffiti stunt gone wrong, he thought his story was over. Then ball lightning struck. Now he's trapped in 1978 Miami with disco music, Art Deco decay, and an impossible discovery: he can rewind time one second for a dollar. But the money burns away forever. With only $107 left and a supernatural power that could save his life or bankrupt his soul, Carlos finds himself in a city where Cuban refugees build new lives, corruption runs deep, and the drug trade is just beginning to bloom. Time really is money in 1980s Miami.

At Houston University's elite campus in Mayfair City, two worlds collide through the lives of Gerald Martinez and Danny Blackwood. Gerald, a scholarship student from the wrong side of town, navigates the marble halls in his thrift store clothes while his dark curls frame a face hardened by necessity. His worn sneakers echo differently against the polished floors than the Italian leather of his classmates. Danny Blackwood represents everything Gerald isn't—trust fund privilege wrapped in designer suits, a Patek Philippe gleaming on his wrist as he slides into his Lamborghini. The heir to a financial empire, Danny moves through university life with the casual arrogance of someone who's never known want. The catalyst for their collision is Xavier Chen, Gerald's former girlfriend who traded love for luxury when she realized Gerald's potential couldn't match her appetite for Hermès bags and Christian Louboutin heels. Now draped on Danny's arm, she's everything Gerald lost and everything Danny effortlessly possesses. Caught between them stands Naomi Ashworth, the conglomerate heiress whose friendship with Gerald puzzles their social circle. While Alice Montgomery, the school's untouchable beauty goddess, watches from her pedestal alongside Danny's inner circle—Yuri and class president Blondie—Gerald finds support in his dormitory under Rick's guidance and his loyal friend Clinton. As tensions escalate between the dormitories—Rick's working-class fortress and Ivar's white-haired kingdom of privilege—the university becomes a battleground where relationships fracture along lines of wealth, loyalty, and ambition. In Mayfair City's first-class restaurants and boutiques, every interaction carries the weight of class warfare disguised as college drama.

I died, but instead of going to heaven, my second life began forcibly inside a novel. And of all things, to become the fake saint and villain ‘Ordell Kiris’! As if that’s not enough, I have to feed and support the terribly impoverished Grand Temple… 【To achieve 100% divine power, you need 10 billion.】 To prevent the end of the world, I have to restore the Sun God with money? What the heck, give me back my heaven. * * * I worked hard to make money by thoroughly exploiting my surroundings. But did I play the role of a saint too well? “If I had to choose between the Grand Temple and the Lady Saint, I would protect the Lady Saint.” The captain of the Holy Order, unaware that I’m a fake, declares that he will protect me. “After all, there’s no better vault than mine, right?” The original villain of the novel I happened to save insists on being my wallet… “Even if the Lady Saint is a fake, I have no intention whatsoever of letting her go.” Even the high priest who knows I’m a fake saint is holding onto me. Moreover, there is something quite suspicious about this world, to be considered merely a novel… Can’t I just go back to heaven?

Em uma cidade pacata do interior do Paraná, vive Zero, um jovem comum, sem fama, fortuna ou grandes expectativas. Até o dia em que algo impossível acontece: toda vez que ele gasta dinheiro, o valor retorna em dobro na sua conta no Bradesco. Gaste R$10? Ganha R$20. Gaste R$1.000? Voltam R$2.000. Simples assim. Infinito. Imparável.

"You died." That was what the mysterious figure told him, but then he was given a second chance for the good deeds that he did in his previous life. "Super Prodigal System!" "Cultivate to immortality by wasting as much money as you can!" For the former number one prodigal of Earth, this was the perfect system! ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/DXHaseoXD Discord: https://discord.gg/BGrNgsbXXG

All Kin's Riven inherited was a scale. No sword, no spellbook, no ancient bloodline magic just a tarnished relic from a dead father and a crumbling noble house. In a world where mana defines power and legacy means everything, Kael has neither. Broke, forgotten, and drunk in the ruins of his family’s estate, Kael does the one thing no one else dared: he offers the scale his life. And the scale accepts. Transported back to the night his father died, Kin's awakens in his twelve-year-old body armed with nothing but bitter memories and access to a forbidden Dimensional Marketplace that trades across worlds, timelines, and realities. This time, he won’t beg for power. He’ll buy it. Every spell. Every secret. Every weapon he needs to rewrite history and bankrupt the bastards who took everything from him. In a world built on mana..

Harry Potter was Sorted into Slytherin after a crappy childhood. His brother Jim is believed to be the BWL. Think you know this story? Think again. Year Four starts on 9/1/20. NO romantic pairings prior to Fourth Year. Basically good Dumbledore and Weasleys. Limited bashing (mainly of James). patreon.com/Deepak_fanfic

Kekuatan terkuat dalam pertempuran x pria di tahta tertinggi Ini adalah era di mana kecerdasan buatan menentukan arah kehidupan manusia. Musuh paling terkenal bagi Federasi, panglima tertinggi Komando Militer Navi, Adrian Yate, dan anggota dewan perwakilan termuda dari Dewan Tertinggi, Zhong Yan, dicocokkan oleh AI sebagai kandidat pernikahan yang paling optimal satu sama lain. Jika mereka menolak rekomendasi optimal AI, mereka harus membayar denda. Adrian: Buat apa aku membayar? Aku tidak punya uang, jadi enyahlah! Zhong Yan: Aku juga tidak punya uang. AI: Kalau denda tidak dibayar sesuai batas waktu, selamat atas penyatuan kalian.

'Administrator can modify Rule 1 and 2... Congratulations, Dan! You are the first user... Happy Hacking!' What started as a dream come true for an average young man... Will eventually turn to a journey that spans the stars!

Alessia Blackmoon, heir to the most feared werewolf pack, goes undercover in Nero King's empire – only to discover he's no ordinary billionaire. He's a genetically engineered hybrid, and their explosive chemistry threatens to ignite a war between wolves, vampires, and the ruthless King Corporation. In a world where power is measured in blood and betrayal, their forbidden bond could destroy empires... or rebuild them.

[ Read my new novel : The Goddess Made A Mistake Again ] What would you do when you're faced with the ultimate being that is by true right Omnipotent, Omnipresent, and Omniscience? What would you do when that very being tells you it will give you anything you ever wanted? And what would you do when the ultimate being, devoid of greed, gives you the power to generate INFINITE MONEY? This is the story of a boy who gets reincarnated in a new world filled with countless possibilities and dangerous beings. Now, with the power to generate INFINITE MONEY in his hands, how will he survive in this world? Will he be used by everyone else around him.... Or... ...will he buy them ALL? _________________________________ The guy in the poster is the future appearance of the Main Character. This is my first novel so expect some bumpy chapters in first few.

Alex, a 9-year-old orphan in Beijing, had always been an ordinary girl, just trying to survive in a world that often felt too big and too cold. One day, though, something extraordinary happened. She began to remember a future that wasn’t hers—memories from 6 years ahead, where she was no longer an orphan but the adopted daughter of a wealthy businessman. In this future, she had been chosen not for love or kindness, but as a playmate for his cold, arrogant son, Max. The deal was simple: Alex would receive 30,000 yuan a month in exchange for pretending to be Max friend. But the reality was far more painful. Xiao Jun never saw her as anything more than a piece of the arrangement that he resented. No matter how hard Alex tried to connect with him, to break through his icy exterior, she was never good enough in his eyes. Despite all her efforts—whether it was spending time with him, listening to his silent anger, or simply trying to make him smile—Max remained distant, aloof, and indifferent. The memories of this future were like watching a show . She don't felt connected to thes future,but the one in future look helpless ,knowing that no matter how hard she tried, her place in his life was never secure, never real. She was a stranger, bound by a contract. Then, one day, as Alex was out shopping with her friends, the future she had glimpsed was suddenly snatched away in the blink of an eye. A car accident, the kind of tragedy that seemed so far away, claimed her life in an instant. As the world faded into darkness, Alex in thes future had one last thought: *What would have happened if things had been different?* But her journey wasn’t over. Perhaps fate had something else in store for her. Maybe this glimpse of the future was just a warning, a lesson she still had time to change.

Dent is an assassin. A sad, coffee-loving, execution-scheduled, emotionally complex assassin. He has 8 months to live, 70,000 dollars to earn, a genetically questionable identity, a wife who listens to diss tracks about tractors, and coworkers who drop rap battles mid-mission. His boss? A literal “General.” His enemies? Exploding. His mental state? Questionable. As Dent dodges bullets, flips cars, and tries to afford his own survival, he begins to realize that maybe—just maybe—life is more than assassination contracts and bullet holes. It’s also about love, loyalty, and whether or not you can survive Texas while Justin Bieber screams about fire on live TV. Welcome to Right on the Money. Where the world burns, and the coffee’s always hot.

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His mother was in urgent need of a heart transplant, the doctors needed the full payment before surgery, the ward where she slept in was not paid for yet . His salary was a meager sum of 50000 yuan left with no option he had to beg his scumbag father for money he knelt down in front of their house in the cold snow begging desperately all he got was a bowl of ice water thrown at him fortunately he was bestowed with the system .

Mila Brown a simple and lovely young lady, who strives to work hard to take care of her little sister and Mother Soon her life is turned upside down, when she landed her dream job at Harris Construction company, where she would be working for the arrogant and controlling Angel Harris would she be able to handle the over bearing and arrogant Mr Harris or would , her hate for him overcome her attraction for him

When 17-year-old Aryana discovers she's the secret daughter of billionaire Aeron Rosel and model Liliana, her quiet life shatters. Thrust into a world of obsession, twisted half-brothers, and family rivalries, she must uncover the truth of her bloodline—where love is poisoned by power, and money is the most dangerous drug.

Miles Bennett, a 19-year-old pizza delivery boy, happened to deliver a custom-made love pizza on Valentine's Day to a regal home. Little did he know, his girlfriend Hanna would open the door with an elderly man gripping her waist lovingly. "You are such worthless trash, Miles!" Heartbroken, a screen flashed before this young man. [You are now the host of the 10x Modern Money System] [Starting with $10,000,000,000] [10× multiplier on income] [10× rebate on expenses] [Ding!] [First Mission Assigned!] [Details: Your heartless, wicked boss is on the brink of bankruptcy] [Action: Face-slap your boss, buy, and grow his pizza company to surpass McDonald's] [Reward: $10,000 and a 12-hour limited 30× rebate on expenses.] Miles clenched his fist and nodded with determination. "All who have looked down on me will pay!"

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”