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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Skill effect
The muscular men lay sprawled across the polished concrete floor, their heavy frames motionless and battered. Their faces, once filled with bravado, were now bright red and disfigured with bruises. Blood trickled steadily from their mouths and broken noses, forming small dark puddles beneath their heads.Zed stood over them like a grim executioner, his fists still clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. His chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, his sharp gaze fixated coldly on the defeated men.'I did improve after the skill leveled up,' Zed mused internally, the thought flashing through his mind like lightning.He knew without a doubt: if his martial arts skill hadn’t leveled up, this outcome would have been far less clean.He might still have scraped out a victory, sure—but it would have been ugly. It would have taken time, and the cost would have been steep: cuts, bruises, broken bones, perhaps even worse.But now, with the skill upgraded to Level 2, eve
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest 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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest 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:
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest 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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest 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
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest 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..
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Betrayal
A sleek black car drove into an opulent compound.People were already gathered there in the compound to welcome the person that had just arrived. The air was thick with anticipation as the car came to a halt.The front seat door opened and a middle-aged man stepped outside and swiftly made his way to the passenger's seat.He pulled the door open and immediately bowed down his head as he waited patiently for the individual inside the car to step outside.A few moments later, a striking young man emerged from the car. The man seemed to be in his early twenties. Curly brown hair that was neatly combed, and he was clad in an expensive brown suit.The aura around the man was filled with confidence, as he stepped down from the car, noise erupted in the compound.Journalists and paparazzi swiftly made their way towards him, each and everyone of them eager to ask him some questions."Mr. Zed, it's so good to see you here. I heard you are finally done with the creation of your first automatic
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Golden finger
"You damn bastard!" Zed's voice echoed as he swung out his fist towards Mr. Damien. The fist traveled through the air at blinding speed, and before Mr. Damien could react, the fist connected neatly with his face and pushed him several steps backwards.The guards swiftly grabbed Zed's two arms, preventing him from sending out more attacks. Zed tried to break free but the guard's strength was overwhelming."You are finally showing your true colors, Zed. I was wondering when you'd stop pretending." Mr. Damien commented as he wiped the blood off his lips before shifting his gaze towards the bunch of reporters watching by the entrance."I'm sure by now you all already understand why I must fire him. I can't keep working with a lunatic. I mean, you suddenly attack someone for no reason at all?" Mr. Damien spoke audibly, and his gaze fixed on the reporters who were busy recording everything and jotting down some information."You liar! You stole from me and now you are making me look like th
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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
Skill effect
The muscular men lay sprawled across the polished concrete floor, their heavy frames motionless and battered. Their faces, once filled with bravado, were now bright red and disfigured with bruises. Blood trickled steadily from their mouths and broken noses, forming small dark puddles beneath their heads.Zed stood over them like a grim executioner, his fists still clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. His chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, his sharp gaze fixated coldly on the defeated men.'I did improve after the skill leveled up,' Zed mused internally, the thought flashing through his mind like lightning.He knew without a doubt: if his martial arts skill hadn’t leveled up, this outcome would have been far less clean.He might still have scraped out a victory, sure—but it would have been ugly. It would have taken time, and the cost would have been steep: cuts, bruises, broken bones, perhaps even worse.But now, with the skill upgraded to Level 2, eve
Back for revenge
The hall fell into a heavy, awkward silence. For a few moments, no one moved. Then, slowly, everyone began to resume what they were doing before the commotion. Some sipped their wine and resumed quiet conversations with their business partners, while others, curiosity gleaming in their eyes, made their way toward Zed.Zed inwardly cursed. He had wanted to keep a low profile tonight—to avoid any unnecessary attention—but his actions had just painted a giant target on his back. Now, everyone in the hall knew exactly who he was.Businessmen and women surrounded him, bombarding him with a barrage of questions about his company. They asked how Platinum Industries had managed to create and distribute such an astonishing number of vehicles to various dealerships in such a short time. They demanded to know how many employees worked under him, how much he made in a year, and if the rumors about his recent acquisition of a rocket engine were true. Some even boldly asked whether he had made any
Why did he help you?
Zed stood there like an immovable statue, composed and indifferent. Slowly, he withdrew his right hand, slipping it back into the safety of his pocket as if nothing had happened.He cast a cold, emotionless glance at Derrick, who lay several feet away, groaning pitifully and clutching his bleeding face.Zed watched him for a few moments, his face betraying no emotion whatsoever, before turning away nonchalantly and strolling back to his seat.He sat down smoothly, leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms across his chest.Mia remained rooted to the spot, stunned into silence. Her mind whirled with chaotic thoughts, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.Why?Why had Zed intervened for her?Of all people, Zed was the last person she thought would come to her rescue. She had treated him like garbage, mocked him, humiliated him, and even stood silently when her father robbed him of everything he had worked for.And yet... he had still stepped forward.He had still defended her
Untouchable
All heads in the hall turned sharply at the sound of the man's voice, and when their gazes landed on him, their eyes widened slightly in surprise.It was Zed Zimmerman."Who's that man?" a woman among the crowd asked, craning her neck for a better look. "Wait, isn't that Mr. Zimmerman?""Mr. Zimmerman? Yes, it’s really him. The owner of Platinum Industries!" another voice chimed in, excitement tingling in her tone."I’ve always dreamed of meeting this man. I had no idea he would be in the same room as me," a younger lady added, her voice filled with awe."Oh my God, he's so handsome and charming," another woman gushed, her cheeks flushing slightly.The crowd immediately began to murmur among themselves, their eyes glued onto Zed with a mix of admiration, curiosity, and even a touch of envy.Derrick glared at Zed, scanning him from head to toe. His face twisted in recognition, and a scowl formed instantly."You... I know you. You’re that man from the club yesterday," Derrick blurted ou
