Do You Want a Wife? A Rich Widow? Call Me.
Do you want a wife? Do you want a rich woman? Call me. I'll take care of you, sis. Any man will do.
Desperate for a baby. All you have to do is come to me, and we'll have a baby right away.
If we develop feelings, I'll even marry you. All my fortune will be yours. I'll give you a million. Any man will do.
30-year-old wealthy lady looking for a caring man. Any man will do. Come here, and I'll give you a million right away.
I opened my eyes, and three small cards lay before me. Staring at the slips on the ground, my brain short-circuited.
I thought to myself, "I was fucking drained to death, right? Why do I feel alive?"
One minute earlier.
Year 2400, Planet Earth. Inside an extravagant room.
An unbelievably beautiful woman murmured to herself, "You bitch, you're finally drained dry. How should I describe your life?"
"Only someone as worthless as you could save this world, I suppose."
"This is a time machine. It can only send your consciousness through time."
"I hope you succeed."
The woman looked out the window at the constantly shattering buildings, the blood-red sky, the heaving ground, and the roads covered in erupting magma.
She waited calmly for death.
Yet a flicker of longing still lingered in her eyes.
It was not for this world, but for the man inside the consciousness-transmission machine.
A massive machine glowed blue, red, and every other color, wrapping around the already dead man.
Until the machine's panel displayed: Consciousness transmission successful.
Ding! System bound. Hell difficulty start. Traveled back 400 years. The fate of humanity depends entirely on you and me. The cataclysm will arrive in 400 years.
Notice: This system originates from the future. If we fail, the entire world will be destroyed.
System bug: As this system comes from the future, to avoid detection by alien civilizations, it will remain hidden.
I traveled back to 2026, Earth, Country M.
"Why is this guy lying motionless on the ground? He looks like a lunatic. Did he escape from a mental hospital or something?"
"Look at him staring at those cards on the ground. He's probably thinking about that 'rich lady looking for a baby' thing… Hilarious."
"Look at his blank eyes. The way he's staring at us—he's just an idiot."
A little blonde girl covered her nose and said, "When was the last time he showered? He stinks."
On the sidewalk of a commercial street, there was a dark-faced man with matted long hair, his features barely visible.
That was me.
Wearing a foul-smelling cotton coat, I lay straight on the ground.
I stared motionlessly at the sky, then suddenly sat upright.
"My name is Kyle. That's right. Something this unbelievable happened to me… rebirth."
"Holy shit. Is there such a lucky thing in the world?"
I looked at the bright blue sky. None of it felt real, like a dream.
The end of civilization. The end of human civilization.
I blinked rapidly, my mind still frozen.
My head throbbed almost to the point of splitting. Memories from this body and my own memories from the future were merging.
I was a kept man.
In my ordinary life in the future,
I loved reading.
How to Make a Rich Woman Fall for You
The Secret to Crossing Social Classes
How to Make a Cold Goddess Love You
And countless romance novels and self-help books.
Some books on finance too.
All just to escape my mediocre life.
In my eyes, only rich women were the way out.
Only rich women were the light that could pull me out of my miserable life.
Because in the future, social classes were solidified.
The poor stayed poor forever.
The rich only got richer.
I had no love in my eyes.
Love was just a tool for me to climb upward.
A cloud to lift my life to greatness.
Yet that was who I was.
A man who rose to power through women. And I was sent back 400 years.
Sent back by the woman who had drained me dry.
I had become the sole survivor of the Starry Civilization Era.
A system?
It was the only proof left by that woman and everyone from the Starry Civilization Era.
What was the point of my time travel?
Was I supposed to keep chasing rich women here?
Or use the knowledge in my head to change humanity's fate?
"But I only know how to flirt and date, fuck."
The reason I reached the peak of my past life
was my damn unbeatable knowledge of love and relationships.
That was how I succeeded.
But right now, I stared ahead.
I couldn't seem to move my face at all.
I had no control over my expressions.
I'd just been reborn, after all, and I still couldn't control this body properly.
So I began to laugh maniacally on the street, while a girl nearby looked disgusted, an aunt cursed under her breath,
and a child stared at me in confusion, as if I'd just won the lottery jackpot.
No one could understand how I felt. "Ugh… I thought I was dead for good. But I'm fucking free, and they gave me a second life?!"
"Hahaha! Wow… Hahahaha!"
White hair blooms in an instant; who speaks of aging years?
If the spring wind knew my heart, it would truly let me be young again.
"Fucking thank you… Heaven. No… I mean… that woman."
My lips trembled.
I couldn't hold back and burst into tears, snot and tears streaming down my face.
I looked even more pathetic.
The crowd around me stared with contempt and disgust.
But only I knew.
I was a man destined to be kept by rich women.
And I didn't want just one.
I wanted dozens, hundreds of them.
So I ignored all the stares and shouted at the crowd, "What the fuck are you looking at? Never seen someone lose their mind? A bunch of… dumb fucks."
I turned to an elderly lady dressed nicely nearby.
I said, "Hi Grandma… need a husband? How about me?"
The old lady froze.
Then her face darkened. "You little brat, you must be starving."
I nodded. "Whoa… Grandma's got a good eye. My stomach hurts from hunger!"
"Grandma, it's not easy at your age. Why not take me in? I'll support you until the end!"
The old lady looked like she'd eaten something disgusting.
She stared at me. "Never thought I'd run into someone like you in my old age! Bad luck. I still have my husband, you know!"
I said very seriously, "My dear old treasure… am I not better than that husband of yours? I'm young and strong."
The old lady sized me up.
After a moment, she smiled slightly and said,
"You are young, but you smell terrible."
"And who are you calling dear old treasure? Who's your treasure? So annoying."
The old lady turned and ran away on her cane.
She actually ran. If I wasn't mistaken,
the old lady had run away blushing.
The crowd nearby burst out laughing. "Damn, never seen anything like this! Dear old treasure, that's priceless."
"Wow, the world's really gone to the dogs. No morals, no decency."
When my dear old treasure ran off,
I sighed. "I even called you dear old treasure. Couldn't you at least give me some money for a bun?"
"Do I have no dignity? I threw away my pride and you won't even buy me a bun. Shameless old lady."
I sat on the ground and questioned my entire existence.
The original owner of this body was actually a beggar.
The year was 2000. His name was Kyle. He was 20 years old.
Having kept up with current events in my past life and read countless history books,
I knew exactly what this era was.
It was a time of gold lying everywhere, and the final split in human social classes.
I needed money. A lot of money.
Because the future wealth gap of humanity began right here, with a historic fault line.