Reborn As An Extra : I'm gonna mess up everything

God Of Wealth

He needed to go back. 

He had to see his son. 

But when he tried to return home, he realized it wasn’t so easy. 

All transportation was blocked. 

The plague was spreading too fast. Kingdoms had declared curfews. 

Chaos had broken out. People were fighting in the streets over medicine and supplies. No one even understood how the disease was spreading, so fear gripped the world like a nightmare. 

What should have been a short journey turned into a desperate, agonizing struggle. 

Days passed. 

Every moment felt like a blade cutting into his heart. 

By the time he finally reached his kingdom, he had no time to think. 

He ran. 

Despite his heavy body, he ran as fast as he could. 

He burst through the doors, gasping for breath, desperate to see his son— 

But it was too late. 

His son was already gone. 

His wife sat beside the bed, crying uncontrollably. The room was filled with relatives, their faces full of sorrow. 

Kuber felt like the air had been sucked out of his lungs. 

Slowly, step by step, he approached the lifeless body of his child. 

His hands shook as he reached out—but before he could touch his son’s cold face, his wife’s voice shattered the silence. 

"Money, money, money!" she sobbed, her voice full of rage and despair. 

"Can your money bring our son back to life?!" 

Her words struck him like lightning. 

He wanted to scream. 

He wanted to tear himself apart. 

But he couldn’t even cry. 

Because he knew this was his fault. 

And yet— 

He still refused to accept it. 

There had to be something he could do. 

Anything. 

But what? 

There was nothing. 

He was the richest man in the world, yet he was completely powerless. 

And then, the next day— 

Another piece of news spread across the world. 

The cure had been found. 

After three months of suffering, the top healers had finally discovered the medicine to save those infected by the plague. 

The world rejoiced. 

But Kuber… 

Kuber was not happy. 

He was furious. 

He slammed his fist against the stone wall so hard that blood dripped from his knuckles. 

"One day…" he whispered, his voice shaking. 

"If my son had lived for just one more day, he would still be alive…!"