Your Wealth Is Mine
Abandoned by the woman he loved for a man who represented everything he could never be...wealthy, powerful, untouchable—he is forced to confront the brutal truth of his existence.
His home is nothing but a decaying room near a slum, his future looked nonexistent, his worth measured in what he could provide. When despair drove him into the night, it nearly cost him his life.
On the brink of death, a mysterious voice offered him a single truth: “In this world, only wealth grants the right to live with dignity. Will you succumb or will you arise and conquer?”
With no strength left to resist and nothing left to lose, he accepted his cruel fate and chose.
What awakened was by no means a blessing but a predatory system that allowed him to steal wealth itself. Not just sheer money, but luck, opportunities, influence and skills, even the invisible advantages that keep the powerful on top and the weak beneath them. Every gain he makes is taken from someone else. Every rise leaves another person falling and crumbling in dust.
As he climbs from the gutter into the hidden layers of society—corporate elites, criminal empires, and untouchable dynasties, he must confront a terrifying question:
How much is a human life worth, when wealth can be taken by force?
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Chapter: Chapter Eight - The Taste of ExcessThe hotel lobby smelled like money.Not the clean kind but the heavy one — polished marble, muted gold lighting, voices lowered not out of courtesy but soft entitlement. Mark stood at the entrance for a moment longer than necessary, rainwater still clinging to the hem of his trousers, his shoes damp against the immaculate floor. No one stopped him. No one questioned him. That alone felt surreal.Moments later, he was seated.The restaurant was part of the hotel itself, an open, elegant space where crystal glasses caught the light and soft music hovered just above silence. A thick menu rested in his hands, its pages heavy, expensive looking. He did not skim through it. He dragged his finger slowly down the list, reading prices the way one might read insults.He ordered without hesitation.Steak he could not pronounce. Sides that sounded like entire meals. Desserts meant for sharing. When the waiter blinked, Mark smiled and added more. Wine first. Then another bottle “for later.” When
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Chapter: Chapter Seven - Ella and EricThe rain did not fall gently.It came down in sheets, relentless and cold, drenching Mark to the bone as he stood beneath a flickering streetlight, watching water race along the gutters like everything he had left was being carried away with it.His phone was dead.His account was empty.His apartment was gone.His life was drowning in debts.There was nowhere left to go.The thought settled heavily in his chest, pressing down until breathing felt like work. He wiped rain from his face with the back of his hand, but it kept coming, mixing with the warmth gathering behind his eyes. He did not bother to stop it this time.He just let it pour, wash over him.He had nowhere to go, no one to call for help, no one's to ask for or repay a favor. Even if he decided to take up loan from banks or several investment companies, he had no way to pay back, nothing to use as collateral or down payment. Then her name flashed into his mind, like a gentle whisper.Susan.The name settled quietly in, f
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Chapter: Chapter Six - New QuestMark opened his mouth to speak.The words formed halfway, hovering behind his teeth, fragile and uncertain. He had not planned what to say, hell, he had not even expected to hear her say that. He only knew that he had to say something, that silence would turn that moment into a lie he did not intend to tell.“Susan, I—”The world fractured as it rolled off his tongue.A sharp, intrusive chime cut through his thoughts, loud enough that he flinched. The air in front of his eyes distorted, light bending unnaturally, and then the familiar translucent window unfolded into existence.-----[New Quest Available]------The letters hovered, cold and indifferent, blocking Susan’s face from view.Mark’s breath caught.His heart began to pound, hard and uneven, as if it recognized danger before his mind could process it. The timing was wrong. The place was wrong. Everything about it was wrong.Susan tilted her head, confused. “Mark? What is it?”He did not answer.The system window expanded furt
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Chapter: Chapter Five - A Familiar FaceMark walked without direction, letting the city decide where his feet would take him.Cars passed him in a steady stream, their tires hissing against wet asphalt, people sealed away in warm interiors, insulated from the world. Mark remained outside it all, hands in his pockets, shoulders slightly hunched, his thoughts drifting between disbelief and cautious wonder.A hundred million.The number still did not feel real.Every few minutes, his fingers brushed against his phone, an unconscious habit, as if the balance might vanish if he did not keep checking. It did not. The digits stayed firm and unmoving, quietly reshaping the rules of his existence.Yet despite it all, despite the system, the wealth, the strange calm settling into his bones, he felt oddly hollow.He crossed a familiar street and slowed without realizing it.Across the road, standing beneath the awning of a closed bookstore, was Susan.She was holding a paper cup with both hands, shoulders tucked in against the cold, h
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Chapter: Chapter Four - Understanding The SystemMark walked the quiet streets after leaving the station, his mind a tempest of thoughts. The cool night air clung to him, damp and heavy, and every step he took echoed faintly against the walls of the narrow alleyways. He did not know where he was going—he simply needed space, somewhere he could think, somewhere that allowed him to breathe without judgment.Eventually, he found a secluded street, dimly lit by flickering lamps. The emptiness around him created a strange sort of comfort. Here, he could speak aloud, though the words might not find a listener. Here, he could confront the reality of what had happened.Mark stopped and exhaled slowly. He felt the weight of the events pressing down on him. From the encounter with Mr. Paul, to the confrontation with the police chief, and then thr unmistakable, impossible presence of the system itself. The translucent window, the floating instructions, the robotic voice—everything defied logic. And yet, he had succeeded in both quests. Som
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Chapter: Chapter Three - TakenMark finished cleaning the last table of the evening, the hum of conversation in the restaurant dimming as the night wound down. Plates had been stacked, glasses wiped thoroughly, and the scent of fried food and roasted meat lingered faintly in the air. He hung up his apron and exhaled, rubbing the stiffness from his shoulders. Another long day was done. He had completed the quest, though he barely understood how. The system’s confirmation still burned faintly in his vision, ghostlike, impossible to ignore.He stepped outside into the night. The streets were slick with leftover rain from earlier in the evening, the light of the streetlamps glinting on the puddles in fragmented golds and silvers. Cars moved past in quiet streams, and the occasional honk broke the otherwise muted rhythm of the city. Mark adjusted the strap of his bag and began walking toward the bus stop, his mind replaying the events at the restaurant. Every detail of Mr. Paul’s reactions, every hesitation and assu
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