Zero to the Greatest and Richest

Chapter 70

In my previous life, before I rose to the rank of Marshall, back when my name was whispered in fearful tones by enemies, sleep eluded me. The transition into a life where a peaceful night's slumber became a distant memory marked the beginning of an era defined by vigilance.

No longer could I succumb to the deep embrace of rest, for the shadows might harbour assassins and uninvited guests, turning such encounters into a dreadfully regular occurrence, perhaps once or twice a month.

This constant threat honed my senses to an extraordinary degree, transforming the slightest whisper of sound during the night into an alarm that jolted me awake. In this new abode, my wariness reached its peak. I resorted to a simple yet effective precaution: balancing a coin on the ledge of the door and window before retiring for the night—a rudimentary, albeit vital, security measure. This old habit persisted in my new surroundings.

Tonight, the coin tumbled to the ground. I was roused by the initial clatte