The Urban Medical Martial Immortal - Chapter 135 - 131 The Bow That Cannot Be Accepted

"In her previous life, she is used by her first love to send her own company into the tiger's den. She becomes bankrupt, gets kicked out of the house by her father, and becomes the target of ridicule by the family. Worst of all, she believes her best friend's lies, thinking that everything was done by her ‘husband’. Under her best friend's ploys, she almost kills him and is ultimately sentenced to prison, where she dies of depression.

Sheng Quan has transmigrated into a novel she once read—a story set in the entertainment industry—and she’s been granted a system.The system informs her: 【Sorry, I’m a newbie system. The only thing I can give you is money.】Sheng Quan glances at the balance in her account, enough to make her the richest person in the world instantly: 【…You’re being modest.】But then the system adds:【You can use the money, but only to invest in exceptionally talented individuals with impeccable character who are currently at their lowest point in life. Only successful investments will yield returns.】For an ordinary person, this would be quite challenging.But Sheng Quan is a transmigrator, which means she has the advantage of knowing the story inside out.With her mind full of dollar signs, she calmly starts counting:* A gentle and kind-hearted film emperor who’s struggling to land roles.* A melancholic singing prodigy whose career was ruined.* A brilliant and beautiful director whose talents are stifled due to lack of funding.* A puppy-like idol who loves the stage but has no opportunities to perform.Sheng Quan waves her stacks of cash: So many potential investments, she’s bound to strike it rich.**Reading Guide for This Novel:*** The female lead is career-driven.* She wields the power of money, staying wealthy from start to finish.

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.

There is an ugly beast that violates women in prison.

A treacherous beast that is feared and called a “Butcher”.

That’s me.

I was once a human but now I can’t even remember my own name.

I can’t speak, and I don’t understand a word they say.

It is in this deep loneliness that I am pouring my essence into the women everyday.

I pour my burning rage into them.

Over and over again, until they conceive.

From morning till night. Until the women’s souls withered.

To show them that I’m an excellent stallion and an obedient domestic animal.

But my soul has not perished yet.

I will break free from this prison soon. And when I do, it will be your last.

Every human who betrayed me, every demon who altered me, I will trample down like an ant.

And it won’t stop until I’m satisfied.

The dawn of the beast is near.