The septillionaire's superstar system

Arrogant young Master

“What I meant were the special system missions for level 6 and above. I didn't say anything about normal system missions. You have to accept it; system missions cannot be rejected. This is urgent, you only have ten minutes before you fail the mission.”

“What, ten minutes? Accept!”

“Number 6 Westville, Sechon, on the roof top. A girl of nineteen is about to take her life, save her at all costs!”

“Sechon? Sechon is at least twelve minutes away, and you tell me that I have only ten minutes?” Alvin whispered, his eyes wide with incredulity.

“You have to find a way to get there before she falls to her death, nine minutes left.” The system's pleasant voice rang out again.

However, this time it was anything but pleasant to Alvin. It felt more like the shing of the executor’s blades. He quickly broke into a run, making his way to the major road.

He suddenly noticed a bike coming towards him from the opposite end. As the youth approached in blindening speed, he got a clearer view of the bike the boy was riding on. He was dressed in leather biker trousers, top, leather jacket, alongside leather boots and a limited edition helmet.

On a closer look, he was riding the limited edition Ecosse spirit superbike valued at $4 million. It seemed the boy was riding it at the lowest speed, yet he was still so fast. Alvin quickly threw himself on the narrow road with his arms spread, trying to stop him. But the boy showed no signs of stopping and continued forward at the same speed.

Just a few inches away from Alvin who refused to move, he applied the brake, making the motorbike stop with a screech.

“You idiot! If you want to die go hang yourself, don't drag another person down.” An angry voice came from behind the helmet. The boy pulled off the helmet, exposing his handsome, scowling face. His face seemed to have a layer of frost over them, not very pleased to see Alvin.

But Alvin was not deterred in the least. At first glance, it was obvious that the teenager was the son of a very wealthy family—an over pampered young master. They were the only ones with the ability to buy such an expensive toy for a boy who looked no older than seventeen. His earring was made of pure diamond, and his watch was a limited edition. And he also seemed to be a member of a biker club. He looked cold, and arrogant, with an aura of self importance and power surrounding him, like one who wholeheartedly believed he was a prodigy—the best of the very best.

“Young master, I need to borrow your bike, there's an emergency.” Alvin whispered, rushing to him.

The boy scoffed and pulled out a gun.

“Quite clever. Is that what you motorcycle snatchers do nowadays? That line of yours is pretty cliche. If I let you take it away without shooting you dead, which is definitely impossible, do you think you can keep it? This baby is limited edition with only ten in the whole world, and just this one in the country. Tracking it is very easy and I can recover it within an hour. Do you really think you can successfully rob such a precious item?”

Alvin sighed in exasperation.

“I'm willing to pay you five million dollars. This is an emergency, I have no intention of stealing your bike. I will add an extra million to the cost price. Not just that, I will park it at Sechon once I'm done. What's your account number?”

“Eight minutes more.” The system announced, making Alvin even more anxious.

The boy stared at him in disbelief and promptly burst into laughter. He believed Alvin was lying, but wanted to play with him nevertheless. He was the type that loved the thrill of danger. Playing with fire was his favorite thing, or else he would feel dead. Another one was toying with people.

“Your lies are really laughable but luckily for you, I'm not in a hurry and can accompany you to play. Alright, the bank is Cleva, and my username is [e-mail].”

Alvin immediately nodded and reached for his watch, pretending to tap on his watch.

“System, transfer five million dollars to him from the eight million dollar reward.”

The young man chuckled and put away his gun.

“Alright now, you can quit pretending. I'm tired of your games. Just get lo…” The rest of his words got swallowed in his throat as he felt his mobile phone vibrate.

“You have received five million dollars in your cleva account.” A robotic voice said, making him freeze in the process of turning the motorcycle. He looked at Alvin in shock, noticing his tattered appearance. He did not look like someone who would have a hundred thousand dollars, talk more of casually transferring five million dollars. Before his confused head could wrap around what just happened, Alvin dragged him off the motorcycle and pushed him away, grabbing his helmet.

“Sorry, young master. You can come pick up your bike in the morning, this is an emergency. Just consider it as saving two lives.” Alvin whispered and quickly floored the super bike, turning it around. At once, the engine roared to life and he sped off at half the highest speed.

“Seven minutes more.” The system announced, making him even more anxious.

“Be careful, you might lose control of the bike and wreck it.” The boy lying on the floor shouted after him, raising his hand as if to stop Alvin.

“Damn it! Don't wreck my new baby.” He muttered, and forced himself up.

Alvin increased his speed to the highest, meandering through the traffic. He ignored all the traffic regulations in the book, moving recklessly with no care for his own life. The traffic lights were useless to him at this point, and he only kept moving. His years of driving skills as a delivery boy finally came in handy, meandering through the cars and other vehicles on the road. The other people couldn't see him, they only saw a black thing woozed past them followed by his red tail lights.

“Three minutes more!” The system announced, making Alvin’s heart beat erratically. He was feeling dizzy with motion sickness, but he endured, and kept pushing himself forward with his eyes wide open. He arrived before the building and quickly parked haphazardly. He looked up and saw a young dark haired girl dressed in a torn white gown on the roof, tottering dangerously around the edge.

He gasped and quickly raced inside. Luckily, it was a middle class neighborhood, so there was no security to stop him at the door. He rushed to the elevator, but the door wasn't opening.

“Damn it! It's broken!” He muttered and quickly diverted to the stairs, running up with all his strength. He felt a warm liquid in his throat and spat the vomit out, not caring where it landed. He was feeling light headed, but stopping to catch his breath was never an option.

“Sixteen floors. How do I climb up sixteen floors to reach the roof in such a short time? And in my current condition nonetheless?” He muttered, running up with all his might.

“One minute remaining!” The system announced, making his heart beat badump.

He roared as he ran up the stairs, feeling superhuman strength enter his body. The moment he ran to the area he saw the girl standing, he saw her jump.

“No!” He roared, his eyes wide and his voice strained like a wounded animal.