Chapter: 2301
Only a rose gold colored lake was underneath Cale�s feet.
Cale headed down.
Splash.
The surface of the lake shook, however, Cale managed to stand on the rose gold colored lake, no, the rose gold colored fluid that was closer to the consistency of a swamp. He then calmly continued to speak.
�I still have more gold bars in the potato sack.�
There were gold bars that the lava could not eat floating around the rose gold colored swamp.
Cale had a skewed expression on his face while looking at this. The fiery thunderbolt�s weak voice could be heard.
� I lost.
Cale thought the Fire of Destruction that only ate up ten billion had a small scale. However, he then looked down at his body after feeing an odd sensation.
It was glowing.
The thick swamp was glowing as it slowly evaporated.
Rose gold colored smoke rose up and started to surround Cale. He heard the voice of the Fire of Destruction in his mind at that moment.
� I liked being practical.
The evaporated rose gold colored smoke fully surrounded Cale�s body. The others in the air could not see Cale, instead, all they could see was a bright rose gold colored light shooting up from the ground.
� While others chased after gods, eternal life, or even power or fame, all of which are things that cannot be seen with your eyes, I chased after money.
The light was so bright that it seemed as if a sun was on the ground.
� Money was something that I could see and the most practical thing that I could hold with my hands.
The Fire of Destruction was someone who liked practical things. It might be materialistic, but he didn�t care.
There was a simple reason for it.
� I found that to be beautiful.
Although others called him a cheapskate and said that a hero shouldn�t be so greedy for money without having any fame, and in the end, he was cursed at for turning the North into a sea of fire and still only looking for money�
� For someone like me who only knew how to destroy things, money was a way for me to protect something.
For someone who had grown up burning and destroying anything in front of him, money was a way to restore the things that he had destroyed.
He was unable to control his powers and burned up a noble�s paddy field when he was young. His parents had gathered all of the money they could to offer to the noble in order to prevent him from being taken away. JrNovels.com
Cale headed down.
Splash.
The surface of the lake shook, however, Cale managed to stand on the rose gold colored lake, no, the rose gold colored fluid that was closer to the consistency of a swamp. He then calmly continued to speak.
�I still have more gold bars in the potato sack.�
There were gold bars that the lava could not eat floating around the rose gold colored swamp.
Cale had a skewed expression on his face while looking at this. The fiery thunderbolt�s weak voice could be heard.
� I lost.
Cale thought the Fire of Destruction that only ate up ten billion had a small scale. However, he then looked down at his body after feeing an odd sensation.
It was glowing.
The thick swamp was glowing as it slowly evaporated.
Rose gold colored smoke rose up and started to surround Cale. He heard the voice of the Fire of Destruction in his mind at that moment.
� I liked being practical.
The evaporated rose gold colored smoke fully surrounded Cale�s body. The others in the air could not see Cale, instead, all they could see was a bright rose gold colored light shooting up from the ground.
� While others chased after gods, eternal life, or even power or fame, all of which are things that cannot be seen with your eyes, I chased after money.
The light was so bright that it seemed as if a sun was on the ground.
� Money was something that I could see and the most practical thing that I could hold with my hands.
The Fire of Destruction was someone who liked practical things. It might be materialistic, but he didn�t care.
There was a simple reason for it.
� I found that to be beautiful.
Although others called him a cheapskate and said that a hero shouldn�t be so greedy for money without having any fame, and in the end, he was cursed at for turning the North into a sea of fire and still only looking for money�
� For someone like me who only knew how to destroy things, money was a way for me to protect something.
For someone who had grown up burning and destroying anything in front of him, money was a way to restore the things that he had destroyed.
He was unable to control his powers and burned up a noble�s paddy field when he was young. His parents had gathered all of the money they could to offer to the noble in order to prevent him from being taken away. JrNovels.com
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