The Little Fortune God’s Descent

The blizzard outside the Gu Group headquarters was nothing compared to the storm raging within the Tiền family. Tiền Hạo Dũng stood trembling, his head bowed as the weight of a 90 billion dollar embezzlement scandal threatened to crush his soul.

“Mẹ, it’s all my fault,” Hạo Dũng choked out, his voice cracking. “My ex-girlfriend… she set me up. If I don’t pay back the 90 billion, I’m going to prison. The Gu Corporation won’t show mercy.”

His mother, her face etched with the deep lines of a life spent in poverty, grabbed his hands. “Don’t worry, son. Even if I have to sell my own blood, I won’t let them take you away.”

High above the mortal realm, shrouded in golden mist and the scent of incense, the Old Fortune God looked down through the clouds. Beside him stood Tuế, a small deity with eyes like bright stars and a mischievous smile.

“The Tiền family,” the Master sighed, stroking his long white beard. “The poorest family in the Three Realms. Their name means ‘Money,’ yet they haven’t a single cent to their name. They are pure, kind-hearted souls who do not deserve this calamity.”

He turned to his disciple. “Tuế, I give you a trial. If you can descend to the mortal world and help this family earn 30,000 billion, I shall relinquish the throne of the New Fortune God to you.”

Tuế’s eyes widened. “Master, are you serious? Pinky swear? No taking it back for a hundred years!”

“Go, my child,” the Master whispered. “Perhaps this journey will teach you the true meaning of suffering and wealth.”

Tuế didn’t hesitate. With a flicker of gold, she plummeted through the clouds, landing straight into the heart of the chaos at the Gu Corporation’s interrogation room.

Inside the cold, metallic office of Cố Yên Nhiên, the CEO of the Gu Group, the atmosphere was lethal. Hạo Dũng was pinned against the wall by security guards.

“Where is the money?” Yên Nhiên demanded, her voice like ice. “My patience is at its limit. 3… 2… 1…”

“STOP!”

A small girl, barely seven years old in appearance, appeared in the doorway. She walked in with the authority of an empress.

“If you kill my client, how am I supposed to be the Fortune God?” Tuế asked, crossing her arms.

“Who is this brat?” Yên Nhiên scoffed. “Is the Tiền family run by children now?”

Hạo Dũng gasped. “Tuế! Run! Go home!”

But Tuế ignored him. When Yên Nhiên ordered her guards to seize the child, Tuế simply snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the guards collapsed. Not from a blow, but from weight. Massive, shimmering gold ingots had appeared atop their shoulders, pinning them to the floor.

“You want money?” Tuế smirked. “Here is some weight for your pockets.”

Realizing she was dealing with something beyond logic, Yên Nhiên halted the violence. “Fine. If you claim you can pay, do it. But 90 billion isn’t a joke.”

Tuế turned to her ‘brother’ Hạo Dũng. She whispered to him, “Trust me. I can’t just make money appear out of thin air—Heaven requires effort—but I can turn stones into gold if the heart is right.”

Using a touch of divine essence, she performed a ritual of Touch of Midas on a common stone. However, the trial was strict; she couldn’t simply hand over the money. She had to navigate the greed of others.

The path to 30,000 billion was fraught with enemies. Chief among them were Tôn Mộ Nhã, Hạo Dũng’s treacherous ex-girlfriend, and her father, Tôn Vô Lương. They had not only stolen the 90 billion but were now allied with Cố Dật Phi, Yên Nhiên’s power-hungry brother.

To humiliate the Tiền family, Mộ Nhã used “Black Magic” to claim Hạo Dũng was a “poverty ghost” reincarnated to suck the wealth out of the Gu Group. She presented a “Demon Mirror” that cast a dark shadow over Hạo Dũng, convincing the board of directors to execute him.

“He is a curse!” Mộ Nhã screamed. “Kill him to save the company!”

Just as Dật Phi swung a cursed blade at Hạo Dũng, Tuế stood in the way. She invoked her Golden Bell Shield. The blade shattered like glass upon impact.

“The only demon here,” Tuế shouted, her voice echoing with divine power, “is the woman standing next to you!”

With a wave of her hand, she dispelled Mộ Nhã’s illusion. The “Demon Mirror” turned back on its owner, revealing Mộ Nhã’s true form—a grotesque, greedy toad spirit. The stock market, which had been crashing due to Mộ Nhã’s sabotage, suddenly stabilized as Tuế channeled the Tiền family’s latent “pure luck” back into the market.

Within minutes, the Gu Group’s market value didn’t just recover—it doubled. Seeing the miracle, Yên Nhiên realized the truth. She apologized and offered a deal: if Tuế and Hạo Dũng helped her secure the company’s future, she would clear the debt and give them five villas and enough gold to start their journey.

But Tuế’s goal was 30,000 billion. The villas were just the beginning.

The battle shifted to the Great Auction House. Tôn Vô Lương, thinking he could still outsmart them, tried to bid on a legendary “Jade Essence.” Tuế, sensing the item was a cursed burial jade used to plug the orifices of the dead, tricked him into overbidding.

“A true master identifies jade by taste,” Tuế lied, suppressing a giggle.

The greedy Vô Lương actually licked the jade, only to realize it was a fake manufactured just a week ago. He lost 36 billion in an instant.

Next came the “Stone Gambling” arena. Hạo Dũng, guided by Tuế’s whispers, picked an ugly, weathered rock.

“I bet 90 billion this is trash!” Vô Lương shouted, desperate to win back his pride.

“I bet my life,” Hạo Dũng replied, emboldened by Tuế.

The stone was cut. Inside was a “Great Wall Imperial Green Emerald”—a gem so large and pure it was worth 6,000 billion. The crowd erupted. Vô Lương fainted as the 90 billion debt he owed was forcibly deducted from his remaining assets.

Despite their mounting riches, the final hurdle remained. To reach 30,000 billion, they needed a massive investment. Tuế identified a real estate project on a “Dragon Vein.”

However, Cố Dật Phi and Mộ Nhã, now desperate and half-mad, staged a coup. They froze Yên Nhiên’s accounts and hired a corrupt tycoon, Triệu Hổ, to crush the Tiền family in the stock market.

“You have 15,000 billion,” Triệu Hổ laughed, sitting in his high-rise office. “I have 50,000 billion and the power to delete you from this city.”

He demanded Hạo Dũng kneel and lick spilled wine off the floor to save Yên Nhiên’s position.

Hạo Dũng looked at Yên Nhiên—who had grown to love him for his kindness—and then at Tuế. He began to lower his knees, willing to sacrifice his dignity for those he loved.

“NO!” Tuế screamed.

The little girl’s form began to flicker. Her divine energy was leaking. She was using too much power in the mortal realm, and the “Mortal Miasma” was beginning to poison her immortal soul.

“Brother, don’t kneel! The ‘Startup Tech’ stock… buy it all. Now!”

Triệu Hổ mocked them. “That’s a junk stock! It’s crashing!”

But Tuế wasn’t looking at the numbers; she was looking at the flow of Fate. She invoked the Final Fortune Decree. As Triệu Hổ poured all his wealth into “shorting” the stock, the market suddenly underwent a freak reversal.

The Startup Tech stock surged 1000% in five minutes.

Triệu Hổ’s screens turned red. “Bankruptcy… I’m bankrupt!”

Cố Dật Phi and Mộ Nhã were dragged away by the police for embezzlement and fraud. As Mộ Nhã was led out, she lunged at Tuế with a shard of dark jade, a final act of spite.

The shard didn’t hit Tuế’s body—it hit her essence.

Tuế collapsed. The 30,000 billion goal was reached at that exact moment, but the cost was her life.

In the hospital, the most expensive machines hummed in vain. The doctors were baffled. “Her organs are fine,” they said, “but her ‘fire’ is out. She has days left.”

Hạo Dũng knelt by her bed, sobbing. “I don’t want the money. I don’t want the villas. Take it all back! Just give me my sister!”

A mysterious “Divine Doctor”—Tuế’s Master in disguise—appeared. “I can save her,” he said. “But it will cost you every single cent. You will return to being the poorest family in the world. Do you choose the gold, or the girl?”

Without a second of hesitation, the Tiền family signed over every deed, every account, and every gold bar. “Wealth is nothing without family,” the father said.

Inside the spiritual realm, the Master stood before Tuế’s fading spirit. “You have succeeded, Tuế. They gave up everything for you. But you must come back to Heaven now. If you stay, you will vanish.”

“No,” Tuế whispered. “Mộ Nhã is still out there, and my family is poor again. They need me. Even if I lose my divinity, I want to be their daughter.”

“You would give up immortality for a bowl of soup and a cold winter?”

“Yes.”

The Master sighed, but his eyes were filled with pride. “Very well. You shall stay. But as a mortal.”

Months later, on New Year’s Eve, the Tiền family sat in their humble apartment. They were poor once more, but the house was filled with laughter. Hạo Dũng and Yên Nhiên—who had stayed with him despite his poverty—were preparing dumplings.

The door opened. A young girl walked in, her eyes sparkling with a familiar light.

“Tuế!” The family screamed in joy, pulling her into a massive hug.

“I’m home,” she said, her voice warm and human.

As they sat down to eat, a knock came at the door. It was a lawyer. “It seems a mysterious benefactor has settled all your debts and gifted the Gu Group back to Cố Yên Nhiên and Tiền Hạo Dũng,” the lawyer announced. “And there’s a small trust fund of 30,000 billion for the ‘New Fortune God’… whoever that is.”

Tuế looked up at the sky and winked. Far above, the Old Fortune God toasted his tea to the moon.

“Happy New Year, Master,” Tuế whispered. “See you in a hundred years.”

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