I am a man who seemingly has it all - money, fame, and material possessions. I own a luxurious mansion, vast lands, yachts, and Lamborghinis. But deep down, I feel like everything I have is worthless. What's the point of having a villa if you're the only one living in it? What's the point of owning dozens of cars if you're the only one using them? Despite my billions of dollars, I feel like I'm missing something that humans consider priceless, like love and family. Can these things be purchased with money? Of course not. That's why, despite of my riches, I can't help but feel sorry for myself. But everything changes when I suddenly find myself transmigrated into another world, much like the ones I've read about in novels and manhwas. Given this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I know I can't squander it. I resolve to pursue my lifelong dreams, but I can't help but wonder: Is my fate destined for happiness, or will it lead me somewhere far more treacherous?