From being eaten by monsters to becoming the richest man in the three worlds

Time-traveling into the body of the tenth Golden Cicada, I discover that the only memory fragments left by my first nine lives are of being eaten. Lingshan used me as bait. I bled out in the ninth life, and kept dying in the tenth. As I cursed my fate, a thought clicked into place: this is a game. I turned over Tang Monk’s purple-gold alms bowl, scribbled a partnership agreement with charcoal, and squatted before Five Elements Mountain to ask the monkey who had been pledged there for five hundred years: "Monkey King, are you short of money? Follow me, and I’ll release your pledge." "Fifty-one percent is too much." "Founder’s premium." "Add more?" "Let’s see how you perform." The day the monkey crawled out of the mountain, Tathagata’s water mirror lit up. Later, Zhu Bajie became my CFO, and the Water Marshal of the Heavenly River turned into an intelligence network. Sha Monk took over as COO, controlling all of Heaven’s logistics data. The White Dragon Horse became chief brand officer. Red Boy headed the energy division. The queen of the Daughter Country, in tears, signed a limited partnership agreement worth three hundred thousand merits. In the Great Leiyin Temple at Lingshan, I spread out a presentation before the gods and Buddhas: "First due diligence report—the Lingshan Incense and Merit Asset Package shows a false credit inflation rate of forty-seven percent and is seriously insolvent. Tathagata, your listing application is rejected." Hongjun poked half his face out of the void: "You are just a mortal." I pointed to the team behind me—the same beings once fed to monsters, now sitting on the largest asset management market in the three realms: "Mortal? That was last round’s valuation."