SCREECH!!!
Richard was startled by the sudden screech of a speeding black van near him. Confused, he turned to know why or what happened, only to see masked thugs armed with crowbars and steel bats jumping down from the van. Richard didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that they were here to make trouble for him, or worse.
He bolted immediately without even asking a question. They chased after him. The Valerian Estate where the Warren Family Mansion was located was supposed to be security tight, but Richard couldn't find a single security personnel around. He didn't think much of it and ran faster. He turned towards a neighborhood he believed he could lose his pursuers.. but fate seemed to have abandoned him as he didn't expect the black van in front of him. It seemed that while the thugs chased after him, the driver had circled around to block his only escape route.
Richard skidded to a halt. The thugs chasing him were no longer in a hurry, they were now casually walking towards him, while the driver had alighted the van and walked towards him with a crowbar.
"Nowhere else to run? Little doggy can't escape anymore?" A rough voice said. Richard turned to the voice and saw it belonged to one of the thugs that was previously chasing him. That burly thug seemed to be the leader.
"Who are you and why are you here? I haven't done anything to you!" Richard attempted to reason with them.
"Little doggy, it's not us that you wronged, not really.." the man said with a smile and then stopped a few feet away from Richard, meanwhile the other thugs formed a circle around Richard, cutting off any escape plan he might be hatching. Richard raised a brow in confusion.. he was sure he hadn't offended anyone at all.. not like he had the guts to do so.
"Looks like your luck isn't really that good doggy. The boss doesn't want you around to disrupt his plans anymore." The thug leader said.
"Listen, I'm sure we can talk things out, I don't even know who this boss of yours is, I'm a nobody, really." Richard said while doing his best to keep his voice steady, but in truth he was absolutely terrified. The tone of that thug indicated that he was to be killed..
"The young master's orders were very specific; you are to be beaten to death.. not stabbed, not shot, but beaten to death." The thug said with an evil smirk. "You really lucked out. Sucks to be you doggy. You can only blame yourself for biting off more than you can chew."
Richard knew then that these thugs were intent on killing him. Knowing that there will be no help coming, Richard decided to break away from this circle.. perhaps if he can take down the leader and make a break for it back to the Warren Family Mansion, he will be safe.
Richard made a dash for the leader without a second thought, his right hand balled in a fist.. he was so close, but the thug leader was faster, way faster..
BAM!
Richard vision darkened for a moment as pain exploded in his head.. he fell down to the hard cold floor. Pain exploded all over his body as the thugs pounced on him.. hitting him with their steel baton and crowbars. Richard cried out for help, asked them to stop but they didn't. The thug leader merely laughed.
Richard wished for the pain to stop, prayed for death.. as his consciousness was slipping, he felt at peace.. finally, he could experience some peace and quiet. But then his mind drifted to Diane.
'If only he was wealthy and powerful! Why? Why was fate cruel to him!? Why was wealth elusive to him!? Why couldn't he be rich as others!?. If there's a second chance at life, I will never be poor, I will do whatever it takes to become the most powerful man.' And with that thought, Richard died.
*
In a lonely alley of the Valerian Estate, a lifeless body of a certain young man laid there. There was no sign of life, no heartbeat nor movement. That body has been there for almost an hour. His once plain casual clothes were now bloodied and muddy. His black hair were matted with thick blood and bit of brain mucus from the bursted up skull. Nevertheless, even in that deathly state, a miracle was happening. Even though by logic he was dead, and his heart had stopped circulating blood, his mind however was still working, or rather his subconscious mind was undergoing changes.
«Data collection complete. Host matches the requirement of the system. Host's current status: Deceased. Injecting revitalization serum to Host. Host current status: critical. Injecting advanced healing serum to Host. Host current status: Salvageable. System booting in progress. Time required: One hour thirty minutes.»
DUDUM! DUDUM! DUDUM!
The heart of the lifeless body began beating once more, color began to return to his once pale face. His wounds began healing at a fast pace that will make any doctor drop his jaw. His fingers began twitching as life force began coursing through his veins once again.. and then.. his eyes finally opened.
"GODDAM!" He shouted as he sprang up in a sitting position. "Ugh! I feel like I've had a fight with a freight train." He felt his hands were wet and squishy, only then did he notice the bloodstains all around him, and even on him. He remembered being beaten.. to death. Richard immediately ran his hands all over his body.. "What's going on? How come I'm not dead, and there's not even a single scar on me. What the hell just happened!? It certainly wasn't a dream as I can very well see the bloodstains on me."
«System booting in progress.
98%..
99%..
100%..»
«Ding!
Welcome Host Richard Tucker, to the Trillionaire System. I will be your personal assistant and aid you in your journey to acquire wealth, becoming the very first Trillionaire of your generation.»
"Nani!???"
Latest Chapter
EPILOGUE: The Cost of Truth
The world didn’t explode.It unraveled.Quietly at first.Then all at once.The first leak came without warning.No press conference. No official statement.Just a single document uploaded to an anonymous server.A name.A number.A transaction.At first, no one paid attention.Until someone recognized the name.And then another.And another.Within hours, the story spread.News outlets scrambled to verify what they were seeing. Analysts argued over authenticity. Governments issued careful, measured denials.But the pattern was too precise.Too consistent.Too real.By morning, it had a name.The Midnight Ledger.Markets reacted first.Stocks dipped. Then crashed.Entire corporations lost billions in hours as investors pulled out, fearing exposure. Emergency meetings were called behind closed doors. Executives who once spoke with confidence now spoke in whispers.Then came the resignations.One by one.A senator citing “personal reasons.”A CEO stepping down “effective immediately.”A
CHAPTER 167: The Weight of Truth
The car sped through the city streets, cutting through traffic lights and empty lanes like a shadow that refused to slow down. No one spoke at first. The only sounds inside were the engine, the faint echo of sirens behind them, and Andrew’s tight grip on the steering wheel. The Midnight Ledger rested on his lap, both hands holding it like it might disappear if he loosened his grip even for a second. Victor kept looking back through the rear window, watching for any sign of pursuit, his eyes sharp, calculating, never still. Sarah sat beside him, steady but tense, her fingers tapping lightly against her thigh. Richard sat at the back, silent, his gaze fixed on nothing and everything at once. His knuckles were bruised, a thin line of blood still drying near his wrist, but he didn’t seem to notice. His mind was somewhere else entirely. Finally, Andrew broke the silence. “We’re not being followed,” he said, though his voice carried doubt. Victor shook his head slightly. “Not yet doesn’t me
Chapter 166: Distance Between Truth & Blood
The door opened slowly.Not with force. Not with noise.Just enough.Just enough to let the air change.Victor stepped in first, his eyes scanning the room quickly, taking in every detail like a machine that never blinked.Andrew followed right behind him, shoulders tight, jaw set, ready for anything.Sarah moved next, quiet and controlled, her gaze sharp.Richard stepped in last.Calm.Still.But there was something in his eyes now.Something darker.Inside the room, time seemed to pause.Sean Bishops stood near the center, one hand still inside his coat. His expression did not show fear. But it was no longer relaxed either.The man in the suit beside him looked confused first.Then afraid.“Who are these people?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly.No one answered him.Victor spoke instead.“End of the line, Sean.”Sean let out a slow breath.“Is it?” he replied quietly.Andrew stepped forward.“Yeah. It is.”Sean’s eyes moved across the room, studying each of them carefully. He
CHAPTER 165: A Secret-filled Man
The city did not sleep that night.It watched.It waited.And it whispered.Every news station, every online platform, every corner of the financial world was talking about one thing—the Midnight Ledger.Inside the safe house, the television volume was low, but the tension in the room was loud enough.Victor stood in front of a digital map projected across the wall. Multiple red markers blinked slowly across the city like warning lights.Andrew leaned against the table, arms crossed, watching him.“So,” Andrew said, breaking the silence, “we’re hunting a man who carries a ledger that can destroy half the world’s powerful people.”Victor didn’t look back.“Pretty much.”Diane shook her head.“This sounds insane.”Sarah, standing near the door, spoke quietly.“It’s not insane. It’s strategy.”Everyone turned to her.She stepped forward.“Think about it. If Sean trusts no one and nothing… it makes sense he keeps his most important secret close to him.”Andrew frowned.“Yeah, but how clos
CHAPTER 164: The Midnight Ledger.
The courtroom had never been this loud.Voices overlapped. Reporters stood halfway out of their seats, shouting questions that no one was answering. Camera flashes flickered like lightning across the room.“The Midnight Ledger!”“What is it?!”“Is it real?!”The judge slammed his gavel repeatedly.“Order! Order in the court!”But the word order meant nothing now.Not after what had just been said.At the witness stand, Daniel Reeves sat still, his chest rising and falling slowly. His eyes remained fixed ahead, but the tension in his face told a different story.He knew exactly what he had just done.Across the room, Gregory Langford no longer looked calm.For the first time since he entered the courtroom, his composure cracked.“Your Honor!” he said sharply. “This is outrageous. The witness is making vague and unverified claims to mislead this court.”Hale didn’t even look at him.Instead, he stepped closer to Reeves.“Mr. Reeves,” Hale said carefully, his voice cutting through the no
CHAPTER 163: Battlefield Of Law
The courtroom no longer felt like a place of law.It felt like a battlefield.The tension hung over the room like a storm cloud ready to burst. Reporters whispered rapidly to one another, scribbling notes as fast as their hands could move. Camera lights glowed softly from the back of the gallery, capturing every second of the hearing.Daniel Reeves remained seated at the witness stand, his hands folded tightly together. His knuckles had turned pale from the pressure.Across from him, Special Prosecutor Hale flipped through another folder of documents.The judge cleared his throat.“Proceed, Mr. Hale.”Hale nodded and stepped forward again.“Mr. Reeves, you’ve testified that Sean Bishops created a secret financial network to move money through shell corporations.”“Yes,” Reeves answered.“And you claim that billions of dollars passed through this system?”“That’s correct.”Hale turned slightly toward the large screen behind the judge.“Let’s examine one of those transfers.”He pressed
You may also like

Top Expert in Floraville
Earth at Dawn177.8K views
The Secretly Rich Man
Two Ears is Bodhi7.4M views
Trillionaire they never noticed
Alfred ifeanyi74.3K views
From Darkness to Light: Darwin's Rise
Magical Inspirations76.1K views
JUJUTSU KAISEN: The Zero Cursed Energy Sorcerer
Jules916 views
THE SECRET BEHIND THE NERDY MAN
Wednesday Adaire551 views
The Disgraced Husband Is the Septamillionaire Heir
Al-Fattah Books745 views
Mercy For None
Lulu Hewitt1.1K views