My Investment God System

“This is really weird,” Maximus whispered to himself as he placed a palm against his chest, feeling his heart pound against it like it was about to jump out.“Just to confirm…” Maximus grabbed his smartphone and logged into his bank app to determine if this whole thing was legit or one big hoax.Tap! Tap! Tap!“Huh?!!!” his jaw dropped when he saw his account balance.$1,000,100.90.“What the actual fuck!”“It's real… where did all this money come from!”He refreshed his bank balance over and over again to test, but the result was the same each and every single time.Ti-ring!~Prime, you have been given a task.~ ~OPEN to veiw~~___~More information flashed across his view, distracting him from the contents of his smartphone.“Ummm… Open?” he murmured.~New Investment Project Ready!~~Objective> Transformation Of A Deserted Mobile Kitchen~~Location> Will be promptly downloaded into hosts memory~~Estimated Investment Capital> $12,000~~Return On Investment> 80%~Maximus’s mind raced

The engine revved smoothly as he drove through the chaotic roads of the City.Navigating through Central City was a grave task on its own, now he had to do in this oversized car that just came out of the mechanic workshop. Every speed bump and pothole made him fidget a little in fear that it would all come apart right there in the middle of the road.He was headed somewhere which was suitable for the storage of the mobile kitchen truck, he couldn’t risk thieves and car jackers stealing his new found investment away from him. And there was nowhere more secure than Central City's impound lot.On getting to the impound, he met the attendant there and filed a parking permit for the vehicle, paid him and left on foot.He arrived at the main road and hailed a taxi that took him straight home and by the time he stepped through the doors of his apartment, the weariness of the day caught up to him.He slumped into his worn out couch and summoned the Investment God System.“Come forth…”Ti-ring

The steady hum of a ceiling fan was the loudest sound in the room.It was a quiet diner and Maximus sat in a table near the window, his coffee cooling in front of him.This was a rare moment of peace after a whirlwind of a week. He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his messages, scanning the responses to the ads he had posted the previous day.The week had been a turning point. After making over $7,000 in seven days, he knew it was time to expand as the system advised— and to do that, he needed help.Running a single truck had nearly tapped him out physically, managing multiple trucks would be more than impossible alone.So, the system pulled through for him again. It had highlighted the qualities to look for in potential employees, which were: adaptability, reliability and the love for good food.He glanced at the stack of printed serving vest sitting to the right beside him. They were simple, with the logo of his mobile kitchen. The logo was also on the trucks he refurbished a

“Why am I even here?”It was a cool Monday morning, and for once, Maximus wasn’t thinking about food trucks or renovations. He stood in front of a sleek clothing store downtown, his arms crossed, staring at the polished glass doors.He muttered under his breathe as he glanced down his plain, worn out sneakers and the faded jeans he had been rotating for days.The truth was staring at him in the face: his wardrobe game was practically nonexistent. He had been so caught up in building his businesses that he hadn't spared a thought for himself.Maximus stuffed his hands into his pockets and sighed. “You’ve got half a million dollars sitting in your account, Maximus.” he said to himself. “its time to stop looking like you crawled out of a dumpster.”Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open to reveal the interior of the store.It screamed luxury.Mannequins dressed in smart suits and trendy casual clothes, the faint scent of expensive cologne hung around in the air.Shelves displayed