Raise your head to the void, bend down to pick up the stars.

The golden light shines on the nine heavens, and the purple clouds of eight hundred miles pay homage.

....

This story has to start from when Wu Mingkong kept a low profile for eighteen years, and killed the BOSS of the first dungeon with a kitchen knife and a dog...

He is a businessman, cold-blooded and profit-driven.

He was a lord who ruled with an iron fist and reigned supreme.

Strength? Wealth? Power? These are merely the tools to be used.

It only takes one gold coin to buy the whole world.

(Sleazy development) (You can roughly understand it as a revolution in the Middle Ages of the Underworld) (Or the protagonist of the Ice and Fire fanfiction Little Finger (～￣▽￣)～)