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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest The plan
Santiago sat upright after hearing the words of Lucas, and his gaze fixed intently on the silver flash drive in his hand."What are you talking about? You know who hacked the account and stole my money?" he asked with a look of curiosity."No, not yet. But I think I know a person who knows the hacker," Lucas responded audibly. "And every one of the person’s details is right here in this flash," he added."And how are you so sure about this?" Santiago inquired."Well, let me explain everything to you," Lucas said, clearing his throat as he began. "These past few days, I’ve been working day in and day out to locate this hacker. I’ve been searching through every single bank account in the city. I was able to get into some accounts and check to see if they received a huge amount of money recently. Some, I was unable to break into because of the high-security codes protecting them. But so far, all I’ve been doing led to a dead end.""However, yesterday, while I was scrolling through Instàg
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest He's no longer a trash
Mia emerged from the sleek black car, clad in a beautiful black dress. She was currently wearing a stunning white wig. At first, they didn’t notice Zed standing beside them. However, when Nick Campbell shifted his gaze toward him, recognition dawned."Oh? Who do we have here? The man of the moment," Nick Campbell stated. When Mia heard those words, she swiftly turned her head to face him. "I never thought I'd see you in a place like this.""Oh, yeah? And what is that supposed to mean?" Zed inquired, his expression indifferent."You always hated parties and gatherings. You also said you don’t drink alcohol because it dulls the senses. But here you are—in a club like this one," Nick Campbell remarked."I came here to get a drink and clear my head. I didn’t come here to party or have fun. And I also didn’t order any alcohol," Zed responded. "I hope you two enjoy your time here," he added, turning to face his car to step inside."I’m sure it just hurt," Nick Campbell spoke up before Zed c
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Missing son
The next day arrived swiftly, and the rays of the morning sun flickered into the luxurious room through the window and shone brightly into the eyes of Zed, causing him to wake up from his slumber. Yawning and stretching, he got off his bed. Zed picked up his phone from his drawer and glanced at the time. It was just 7:01 AM.He had woken up early because he had gone to bed early the night before.Zed rubbed his eyes while walking towards his bathroom to get ready for the day, but before he could step inside, a notification popped up in front of him.> [It’s been a while since the host spent lavishly to level up the system.]> [Spend a total of $50,000,000 to level soon.]Zed glanced at the screen with an expressionless look.He had been really busy at the company and hadn’t had the time to spend lavishly. But now that the system had reminded him, he would have to create time to enjoy his wealth."Is there a punishment for not leveling up soon?" Zed inquired.> [No, there is no punishm
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Only the best will be chosen
Zed stood beside his car, his eyes scanning the place. The area was filled with dozens of luxury cars, and several businessmen and women were busy making their way inside. Even though Zed was as rich as them—richer, even—he still felt like he didn’t belong here.The aura around these people, the way they carried themselves, it was far different from him.“I guess it’s one thing to have money, and another thing to know how to carry yourself and all,” Zed mused as he straightened his suit before walking forward.He walked toward the entrance door and stepped inside. Zed scanned the place after stepping in.The hotel looked different from the rest.The space he just walked into was vast and filled with expensive chairs, and the people who walked inside went ahead to sit down on the vacant seats. Zed walked to the corner of the place and sat down on a seat that was isolated from the rest.He pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to scroll through his social media app to avoid eye
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest You should be afraid
The impact was devastating. The single punch lifted Derrick McCall clean off the floor and hurled him several meters backward. He crashed violently into a table, splintering it on impact, before landing heavily on the ground. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he clutched his right side in pain, writhing slightly before beginning to push himself up. His once-pristine suit was now smeared with dust, and his face bore streaks of dirt and embarrassment.His face burned a furious red, not just from the physical blow but from the sheer humiliation. Rage boiled in his veins as he shifted his bloodshot gaze toward Nick Campbell, who stood several feet away, unwavering.Every head in the room turned in the direction of the commotion. Expressions varied from wide-eyed shock to visible disgust.How could a fight break out here, and at such a critical moment?This wasn't some dingy bar or underground ring. They were gathered in a luxurious hall to secure a monumental business deal with none ot
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest It's too late to regret
Hearing the words of the man, the whole crowd let out a collective gasp, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief.Nick’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in pure terror. His heart pounded violently in his chest, the rhythm loud in his ears, and cold sweat trickled steadily down his face, soaking the collar of his once-pristine suit.“W-What… what did you just say?” Nick stuttered, barely able to form the words.“That’s right,” Derrick spoke up, staggering forward with blood still dripping from his nose, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “My father is Salazar McCall.”A hush fell over the crowd, heavier than silence. Even those unfamiliar with high-level crime could feel the shift in the air.“I guess now you know who he is,” Derrick continued, his voice laced with satisfaction. “And you look terrified. Seems like you know exactly what he’s capable of.”Nick instinctively took a single step backward. His thousand-dollar suit was now drenched with sweat, the expensive fabric clingi
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Let her go!
Nick’s face was now bright red, and blood trickled steadily from his nose. The security men posted throughout the hall glanced nervously at each other—but not a single one dared to intervene. Not after discovering who Derrick truly was.Nick Campbell raised a trembling hand and wiped the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his suit. The gesture was slow, deliberate—an attempt to maintain dignity, though it was slipping fast. He took a few steps forward, his legs slightly unsteady, and came to a halt right in front of Derrick.“I’m getting bored already,” Derrick muttered, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers like a man unsatisfied with his toy. “Slapping you is making me thirsty. I need a drink.”A waiter, standing by the entrance with a silver tray bearing three bottles of champagne and an array of crystal glasses, instinctively began moving toward them upon hearing those words.“Stay right where you are,” Derrick commanded, lifting his hand without turning to look. The w
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest 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
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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
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
