Crossing the Timeline: Is It Reasonable for Me, the God of Wealth, To Be Short on Money?

Su Wen looked around, observing the Fengluan Clan’s worship of him, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

In truth, who would want to recklessly flip the chessboard if they had means to counter their enemies and a chance for victory?

Suddenly, Su Wen’s gaze froze.

He realized that the Lost Clan might be feigning weakness to their enemies.

After all, the Lost Clan wouldn’t dare to push too hard; they needed to give this side a glimmer of hope for victory. Otherwise, in absolute despair, flipping the table and resorting to Mutual Destruction was entirely possible.

While secretly infiltrating dark pieces, they pretended to be weak to hide their true strength.

They would wait until the last Era to unleash everything.

Even at Crucial Moments, they wouldn’t give this side time to react before explosively securing victory.

Thinking of this, Su Wen’s smile gradually faded.