Her microphone captured it all as she tried vainly to contain her excitement. Martha had been a reporter for years, but had never seen anything as interesting as this. It was a drastic power shift, one that would linger in the hearts of the public for a long time to come.“This… this is the moment that will define him!” She said, her eyes fixated on the camera.Noticing the cue, the videographer turned the camera in Jack's direction. His firm palms worked the stand swiftly and delicately, as if his life depended on it. He believed this footage would be a turning point in his career.The wealthy and tall man, Jack, was the center of everything… The one around whom the story revolved. It was a mystery how someone like him could take down the loan shark. Winston was one of the most powerful men in the city, everyone knew that.“That's good,” Jack cast a glance at the camera, his expression very serious. “There's a reason I asked for this to be covered…”He let go of Winston, allowing the

The System's words hung in Jack's heart like a million-dollar portrait. It was heavy, yet extremely valuable at the same time… He almost couldn't contain his excitement.‘Two rewards?!’ He was almost screaming out loud. ‘And I have to choose one?’[That's correct, Host]Huh? He scrunched his voice, ignoring the servants briefly. Could the system read his thoughts? How was that possible?[That's correct, Host. Don't you think you're underestimating the Trillionaire System at this point? I mean, resurrection and mind-reading?]‘And it has a personality too…’ Jack noticed. The sarcasm within the system’s words lingered in his heart, like the smell of garlic.[Of course! I'm not like one of those systems with personalities of ChatGPT and Gemini]‘Alright, that's it,’ he said inwardly, almost frowning. ‘We’ll have to talk later…’[There's been an update to the rewards. Now there's a duration before it expires]Jack's facial muscles twitched. He didn't even need to ask, when the System answ

Jack's gaze lingered on his cellphone for minutes, eyes narrowed in surprise. Someone with an unknown ID had just called him, and he had absolutely no idea who it was. How did the person even get his number?When he was broke, several people in his life scorned him. Most of them were his manager, coworkers, and people whom he'd helped. None of them had the motive to call him this night, telling him about some stupid game.“System, do you know this person's identity?” He asked, wondering if the System could identify the unknown caller.[The Trillionaire System is omniscient]Jack's eyes widened in surprise. I mean, he already knew the System was very powerful. But, he didn't know it was omniscient as well! At that moment, he realized he'd not yet grasped the full scope of the System's power. Perhaps, he'd not be able to do so till he died.“That's good,” he replied, a cold smile spreading across his lips. “Why didn't you tell me this before?”[The Host is expected to ask questions]He

Jane poured herself the last drink in the bottle, gulping it down at once. She then stood up from the stool, sauntering through the crowd toward the bar. So far she hadn't met a single bouncer or guard in the Night Garden, which was very strange. The nightclub was eerily empty, as if all of Winston's men had left for the meeting on the ninth floor.‘It’s not supposed to be so,’ she narrowed her eyes, peering suspiciously at the faces of all the people in the bar.The music was still on, the bass speakers reverberating across the entire floor. Everyone was rocking to the beat, drinking and savouring the moment. No one was doing anything out of place… but Jane couldn't afford to be careless.She gripped her clutch bag tightly and then reached into it slowly with her free hand. There was a sleek revolver within—a S&W model 500 with a 3.5-inch barrel—which she always carried with her. As a corporate lawyer she'd always faced death threats and had the dire need to protect herself… so, she'

Jack pranced about the master bedroom, his hands behind his back. Occasionally, he looked at his wristwatch and wondered when Jane would be back. He'd expected her to call any moment from now, but his phone stayed silent.A heavy fear gripped his heart—one which almost forced it out of his mouth. He wondered if the mission had been compromised and Jane captured. If that were the case, then everything he'd planned would descend into ruins!The luxury bedroom no longer seemed so in his eyes… instead it resembled a literal hell. How could he sleep comfortably when his plan was about to be wrecked?Unable to wait any longer he took out his phone and dialed her number, tapping his right foot on the ground. It was already midnight and she was yet to return from the Night Garden.“The number you're trying to call is not reachable,” a monotonic voice answered from the other end, brief and emotionless. It struck his heart with a sense of urgency, making his pupils dilate.‘This can't be…’ he t