Sisyphus, who had rolled the stone for ten thousand years, descended the Mountain
Chapter 1: Day 1 I must imagine Sisyphus happy. This isn’t some philosophical reflection or a joke for laughs. I mean it literally. Because I am Sisyphus . I am now facing the greatest crisis of my life—beyond mere misfortune. No one hates getting rich. Everyone wants to be hit by a money ‘storm’ at least once in their life. Bu...
Chapter 1: Day 1 I must imagine Sisyphus happy. This isn’t some philosophical reflection or a joke for laughs. I mean it literally. Because I am Sisyphus . I am now facing the greatest crisis of my life—beyond mere misfortune. No one hates getting rich. Everyone wants to be hit by a money ‘storm’ at least once in their life. But let me say this clearly: If that chance comes—avoid it at all costs. Because when a “storm” hits, people die. It hurts like hell. “Ugh, huff…” “Are you finally coming to your senses? Seems like you don’t even have the strength to flap that proud mouth of yours anymore, Sisyphus.” A burly, blonde, handsome middle-aged man stood in front of me, his eyes blazing as he shouted. From his hand, lightning flashed—just like the one that had just struck me. Sisyphus . That’
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