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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Are you sure?
"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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Anderson group's estate
Zed rose from his seat after delivering his response, smoothing out the creases on his suit with both hands. With a subtle exhale, he turned and walked toward the exit. Reaching the heavy wooden door, he grasped the handle, pulled it open, and stepped outside into the warm daylight. He made his way down the steps with purpose, his polished shoes clicking faintly against the stone floor. As he crossed the compound, he moved briskly toward his car parked a few meters away. Without hesitation, he opened the door and slipped into the plush leather interior.He sat there in silence for a moment, letting the weight of his thoughts settle over him. His hands rested on the steering wheel, fingers tightening unconsciously. Then he exhaled sharply, inserted the key, and started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the silence, and without further delay, Zed drove off.Inside the car, the atmosphere felt thick with tension. His right hand gripped the wheel firmly, his knuckles slightly pale
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A trick?
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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A ship
[I know what you're thinking. Don't fall for it. It's all an act to make you believe he's a good guy.] the system warned, snapping Zed out of his train of thoughts.Once the man had exited the room, Mr. Domenico shifted his gaze back to Zed with a faint smile on his face."I'm sure you're surprised," he began, his voice calm and steady, "because most wealthy men treat their workers like dirt. But I'm not like them. Here, we treat everyone equally. I love my workers the same way I love my children, and I treat them all with the respect they deserve."Zed nodded slightly, though his features remained unreadable. “I see. That’s very kind of you,” he remarked, the glass of wine still held untouched in his hand.“I noticed you haven’t taken a sip,” Mrs. Sabrina spoke up, her voice soft, yet observant. Her eyes briefly scanned his expression. “Is something wrong? You don’t like red wine?”“Ah, no…” Zed muttered, momentarily dropping his gaze to the deep crimson liquid swirling in the glass.
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Turn down the offer
[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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Benefactor
The sleek black car drove Zed back to the area where he had left his own vehicle earlier. As he stepped out, his eyes immediately landed on his car, parked in the exact same spot he’d left it hours ago—untouched, as if time had frozen in his absence.“Goodbye, sir,” the driver stated flatly before pulling away without another word.Zed stood there, motionless, his eyes following the car until it disappeared down the road. Only then did he exhale sharply, his breath shaky and unsteady. Sweat beaded along his forehead, the tension of his earlier encounter still lingering. He wiped it away with the back of his sleeve and walked briskly toward his car. Without hesitation, he slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door with a solid thud.Suddenly, a familiar digital chime echoed in his head as a screen materialized before him.[Congratulations! You have completed the compulsory quest!][Quest Information: Accept the invitation and meet the Anderson group.][Quest Rewards: All your skills
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Masked men
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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Destroyers
Jeff and the rest of the masked men marched into the towering structure of Platinum Industries, their boots thudding against the tiled floor. They scanned the vast lobby with watchful eyes, ensuring no one was present. The entrance door had been locked from the outside, a clear indication the building was deserted, but they didn’t take chances. Their gazes swept across every corner with calculated caution before they advanced further, moving toward the staircase.There were two staircases at the end of the hallway. One spiraled upward toward the top floor of the building, while the other descended.“Any idea where they might store their major engines and equipment?” one of the masked men asked as the group halted before the staircases. “Especially the rocket engine?”“No idea,” Jeff responded, his voice low and firm. “Let’s split up. One group will take the top floor, the other will sweep the bottom. Once we’re done, we regroup here.”“That should work. I’ll go with—” the man started
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The man behind the screen
Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!Lucas's fingers danced across his keyboard as he typed swiftly, his gaze locked on the computer screen. His entire shirt was now drenched in sweat, and cold droplets trickled down his face, falling to the floor. His expression was etched with both worry and fear, and his fingers trembled as they moved."No... no... no..." he muttered under his breath.The guards standing behind him watched silently, their eyes narrowed as they observed his nervous movements. Though none of them spoke, it was clear they sensed something had gone wrong.The entrance door slid open, and heavy footsteps echoed once again as Santiago strode into the room. He moved with purpose toward Lucas and halted directly behind him."How's it going? Update me," Santiago demanded, his voice deep and firm.Lucas paused his frantic typing and raised his right hand, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. He let out a heavy sigh before slowly shifting his gaze to Santiago."The
Last second
{Mike just sent a Snoring Eagle: $2,000}{Mike just sent a Flying Eagle: $10,000}{Mike just sent a Roaring Lion: $50,000}Mike wasn’t slowing down.He kept bombarding the stream with a relentless barrage of gifts, skyrocketing Kevin’s score to over five million, while Jack was still trailing far behind at a mere fifteen thousand.Jack had already lowered his head in shame, unable to look into the camera that was still recording him live. His face was drenched in sweat, and his heart pounded violently in his chest. He gripped his phone tightly in his right hand, staring at the string of desperate messages he had already sent to Zed.Over ten texts.All unread.All unanswered.It felt as though Zed had ghosted him entirely.“Damn it… Am I really going to lose to this scumbag?” Jack muttered internally, his frustration and fear twisting his expression. He clenched his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.He couldn’t even bring himself to look at the screen. He was terrified
He's not holding back
Jack scoffed. “That’s a lie. I know Mike’s got money, but he doesn’t have what mine does.”Kevin’s eyes narrowed. “What’s the name of this so-called ‘mysterious gifter’ anyway? I noticed you’ve been hiding his face and name ever since that night. Only a handful of your moderators seem to know who he is, and the moment they mentioned his name during the stream, you muted them. Why are you so desperate to keep him hidden, Jack?”“That’s none of your business. Let’s just get this over with,” Jack replied curtly, clicking a button on his keyboard. Instantly, the description of the game appeared on screen.---Game Information:Whenever either streamer receives gifts from viewers, a counter above their avatar increases. There are cheap gifts and expensive ones. A cheap gift will only cause a minor increase in the score, while an expensive one gives a significant boost. When the timer runs out, the streamer with the highest score wins the match.---“All right, boys—game on,” Jack declared.
Rematch
Zed lay on his bed, his fingers hovering just above his phone screen as he contemplated whether or not to accept the invitation to the livestream.The last time he joined the livestream, he received a flood of messages from all sorts of people. Some were asking for his real name and begging to meet up. Others pleaded for friendship, while the gold diggers shamelessly tried to entice him with their provocative pictures and videos. Zed ignored every single one of them—he wanted absolutely nothing to do with people like that.He hated the attention.Luckily, only Jack, the host of the livestream, had access to his real name. To the rest of the viewers, he appeared as nothing more than a chain of numbers. His actual name would only be visible if he followed someone back on the platform—which he hadn’t. In fact, Zed hadn’t followed a single person, nor had he replied to any of the messages.He now had over one thousand message requests waiting in his inbox.[Ding!][Host still hasn't spent
A name
The deafening gunshot echoed in the sterile room. Salazar pulled the trigger without hesitation, sending a bullet tearing through the man’s left eye. Blood and brain matter splattered grotesquely across the walls and floor as the man collapsed instantly, dead before his body even hit the ground.The nurses screamed, several of them turning away and shielding their eyes, unable to bear the gruesome scene. One nurse dropped the tray she was carrying, the metallic clang lost under the chaos.Doctor Anderson, however, remained still. His face was an impassive mask, although the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead betrayed his fear. He struggled to maintain his composure, knowing any sudden movement could make him the next target.The two remaining guards panicked, their faces draining of color. Cold sweat poured down their temples, their breaths coming in shallow gasps.Without mercy, Salazar shifted his aim toward the second man. His finger tightened on the trigger again."Please..
Salazar
Elsewhere in the city...Inside the largest and most prestigious hospital in the entire city — Pentagon Hospital — a man walked briskly down a wide, polished hallway.He appeared to be in his late forties, a man of commanding presence, dressed in a fitted brown suit with a matching brown top hat perched elegantly on his head. His expression was cold and sinister, the kind that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to meet his gaze. He leaned slightly on a walking cane held firmly in his right hand, but his steps were purposeful, radiating dominance and lethal intent.Trailing behind him were two large men, their physiques nothing short of monstrous. Their bulky muscles strained against the fabric of their black suits, and their faces bore the hardened, emotionless expressions of men for whom human life held little to no value. They were living weapons — enforcers of violence and death.They moved forward with grim purpose, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the steril
Once again, I lost to that bastard
Zed exited the lounge and made his way out of the building. As he stepped outside, he noticed that the hotel, which was once lively and bustling with people, was now almost empty. Most of the guests had already left after completing their interviews, while the ones who remained were either yet to be interviewed or had already been rejected and were now lingering around, hoping to plead for a second chance — or perhaps to bribe someone after the official proceedings had ended.Zed chose not to pay attention to any of them. Without sparing a second glance, he simply walked across the wide lobby, pushed through the heavy glass doors, and made his way towards his car parked a few meters away. He pressed the unlock button on his key fob, heard the soft beep, and pulled the car door open. Just as he was about to step inside, a voice called out from behind him."I thought you had already left," the voice said.Zed turned around slowly, his expression calm and unreadable. Standing a short dis
Agreement
Mrs. Josephine's smile widened, her confidence unshakable."Because he is different from the rest," she declared, her tone brooking no argument. "He's not here for an interview. He's here because I want to convince him to work with me."Lisa gave another respectful nod before slipping quietly out of the room to deliver the instructions.Moments later, the door opened again, and Zed Zimmerman entered the VIP lounge. His calm, assured presence filled the room instantly. Mrs. Josephine welcomed him with a radiant smile, motioning for him to take a seat opposite her at the table. She offered him a drink, which he politely declined after a short conversation, and then they swiftly moved on to the real reason for their meeting.Mrs. Josephine didn't waste time.She laid out her proposal clearly and confidently — she was willing to invest a staggering sum of $25,000,000 into Zed's company. In return, she requested a percentage of ownership, a move that would allow his firm to expand rapidly:
Personally
"I know who he is," Zed finally said, his voice low and even."I know exactly who he is. And I know he's a Warlord."Nick blinked, stunned by how calm Zed remained."Look," Nick growled, lowering his voice slightly but not his intensity, "I don't know why you did what you did, and frankly, I don't care.All I know is that we—Mia and I—never asked for your help.Mia didn't ask you to help her, and neither did I.You did this all on your own.So if Salazar comes for blood—and he will—you’re on your own.We won't get dragged down with you.""I know that," Zed replied coldly."I’ll take responsibility for my own actions. I won’t drag anyone else into this."Nick stared at him, disbelief and anger battling for dominance on his face.What’s wrong with this guy? he thought. Why is he so damn calm? Does he even understand the kind of monster he just poked?"It’s clear you don’t know what kind of mess you’re in," Nick hissed bitterly."You have no idea what a Warlord can do—that’s the only rea
