Two weeks had passed since the intense fight against the thieves, and so far, Zed hadn’t encountered any more trouble. These past few weeks had been quite busy for him. He spent almost every day at the company, dedicating his time and expertise to an ambitious project. Even though Zed had several skilled workers handling different aspects of vehicle production, he still made it a priority to be present, assisting them in constructing a vehicle that would surpass the speed of the fastest car in the world.The reason Zed actively participated in the project rather than leaving everything to his employees was simple—his skills. Unlike the average engineer or entrepreneur, Zed possessed two unique abilities that set him apart in his field. One skill allowed him to detect any flaws or errors in a machine, no matter how minuscule. The other gave him an almost supernatural proficiency in constructing and assembling machinery with unparalleled precision.So far, Zed had been relying heavily o

"A-Are you sure?" Zed stuttered, struggling to process what he had just heard.[100% sure. I am a wealth system, and my goal is to ensure that you become the most powerful and successful individual in the world. To achieve that, I analyze everything—economy, politics, currency fluctuations, weather patterns, and most importantly, the people above you. I possess detailed information about every individual in this city, including how they acquire every single penny they own. With that knowledge, I can help you surpass them.]Zed hesitated before asking, "So you mean… you know every detail about every single person in this city?"[Yes. For example, the woman who just left your office, Sarah—she doesn’t rely solely on the salary you pay her. Every month, when calculating the company’s profits, she siphons off an additional $50,000 for herself.][One of your employees, Jack, steals spare parts from your company and sells them to competitors. Last month alone, he made $450,000 from stolen g

The entrance door of the mansion slid open with a smooth mechanical hiss, and a man emerged from within. He appeared to be in his late fifties, clad in an eye-catching golden suit that shimmered subtly under the sunlight. His matching golden trousers complemented his commanding presence. Walking beside him was a woman in her early thirties, adorned in an elegant sapphire-blue gown. The dress swept the polished floor with a soft whisper as she moved gracefully, her posture regal and confident.These two were not ordinary people. They were the infamous heads of the Anderson Group—the kingpins behind the curtain. Mr. Domenico Anderson, the enigmatic leader whose name evoked fear and respect in equal measure, and his wife, Mrs. Sabrina Anderson, a woman as graceful as she was calculating.Zed immediately straightened his posture as they made their way toward him. His heart thudded once, a little too loud in his chest, but he managed to keep his expression composed. He forced his nerves to

[He’s hiding something. That ship won’t just be transporting clothing next time.]The system whispered in Zed’s mind again, its voice tinged with unease. But he ignored it—for now.Zed sat in silence for a few moments after hearing Mr. Domenico’s words. His expression remained composed, calm, unreadable. Then finally, he spoke.“A ship like that won’t be easy to build,” Zed said, his voice steady. “To construct something of that magnitude, we’d need a wide array of heavy-duty equipment—equipment that must be sourced from top-tier companies with specialized capabilities. Right now, I don’t have such connections, and there’s no feasible way I can get access to what’s required. I seriously doubt I’d be able to help you with that.”Mr. Domenico gave a soft chuckle, as if Zed’s concerns amused him. “You don’t have to worry about those things,” he said, waving a hand as though brushing aside an insignificant obstacle.“My family will provide every single thing you need to make this happen—m

Lucas sat hunched in front of his computer, his fingers typing away on the keyboard and his gaze fixated on the screen. After watching the reel about how an anonymous person spent millions on a livestream, he had been trying to find some information about the individual. So far, he had been unable to get the name of the person or any specific details about him. It was almost as though someone was actively protecting the man—making sure no one ever found out who he truly was.But Lucas was able to uncover the name of the streamer. And now that he had the name, it wasn’t hard at all for him to track him down. It took him less than a minute to find out where the streamer, Jack, was currently living.He stopped typing and just sat there, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while glancing at the address displayed boldly on the screen.“Now that I’ve gotten a lead, should I inform Santiago about it?” he mused aloud. “No. That would be a bad idea. If I raise his hopes and expectations and it ends