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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Useless item
[However, if you wish to level it up quickly, you will need to engage in as many fights as possible. The more combat you experience, the more chances you will have to level up your martial arts skills.] Zed let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his forehead in frustration. The system had made it clear—there was no easy way out. If he wanted to improve his skills, he would have to constantly put himself in harm’s way. But perhaps that was the price to pay for not wanting to be helpless in a world like this. His eyes remained locked on the new skill for a few more moments before shifting his gaze toward the rest of his rewards. "$50,000,000 or a Golden Card." Zed mused, his gaze flickering between the two options displayed on the screen. "I already have quite a bit of money from the lottery, so I'll just go for the Golden Card as usual." Without hesitation, he made his choice. [Host has chosen the Golden Card!] A notification flashed before him, followed by the sudden appearance of a go
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Father and daughter
Mr. Damien sat down on the couch beside her. He exhaled sharply before leaning forward, picking up a glass of whiskey. He moved the glass closer to his lips and took a sip."I couldn't sleep," he muttered, taking another sip."Why not?" Mia lowered her phone and asked, a slight look of puzzlement crossing her face."How can I sleep when my only chance of winning the test has been stolen from me?" Mr. Damien stated, grabbing the bottle and pouring more whiskey into his glass."You're talking about the auction earlier? The rocket engine that was bought by Zed Zimmerman?" Mia inquired, raising an eyebrow."Yes. That rocket engine was my only hope of winning. And now, it’s gone. And on top of it all, it was bought by the same man I threw out like trash." Mr. Damien’s grip on the glass tightened slightly as he spoke. "If it had been a CEO from a different company who bought it, getting it back wouldn’t have been too difficult. But it’s Zed—the same man we betrayed."He let out a deep sigh
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Plot
"Is there any way I can help?" Mia inquired, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.Mr. Damien sipped his whiskey, exhaled deeply, and then leaned back against the couch. His expression was grim, his eyes distant as he formulated his response."Like I said earlier, if Zed succeeds, the Campbell family will become useless to us. We are already losing," he muttered, swirling the golden liquid in his glass. "And the only way to stop losing… is to join the winning team."Mia frowned, tilting her head slightly. "What are you talking about?" she asked, a puzzled expression crossing her delicate features.Mr. Damien leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze locked onto hers, cold and calculating. "If you can manage to win Zed’s heart back and marry him… our families will be connected. We will become one." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle before continuing, "And when we are one, we will enjoy all the benefits he gets from the government af
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Multiple requests
Two weeks had passed since the intense fight against the thieves, and so far, Zed hadn’t encountered any more trouble. These past few weeks had been quite busy for him. He spent almost every day at the company, dedicating his time and expertise to an ambitious project. Even though Zed had several skilled workers handling different aspects of vehicle production, he still made it a priority to be present, assisting them in constructing a vehicle that would surpass the speed of the fastest car in the world.The reason Zed actively participated in the project rather than leaving everything to his employees was simple—his skills. Unlike the average engineer or entrepreneur, Zed possessed two unique abilities that set him apart in his field. One skill allowed him to detect any flaws or errors in a machine, no matter how minuscule. The other gave him an almost supernatural proficiency in constructing and assembling machinery with unparalleled precision.So far, Zed had been relying heavily o
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest An invitation
"Zed’s expression darkened slightly as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “That’s… unusual.”“Yes, sir. Unlike the others who were straightforward with their demands, the Anderson Group gave no details about what they wanted,” Sarah elaborated. “They only emphasized that the meeting would be in our best interest.”Zed remained silent for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as he weighed the situation. The vehicle orders were already overwhelming, considering that over 200 cars were now in demand. Fulfilling such a massive order meant pausing his work on the fastest car project, at least temporarily.It had only been a few weeks since he started developing the speed prototype, and he had already spent millions of dollars on research and development. If he halted progress now, the delay could stretch for months, and by the time he resumed, he might need to invest billions more just to get back on track.On the other hand, rejecting these dealersh
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
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{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
