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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A threat
“You’re accusing my top fan of robbing a billion dollars?!” Jack snapped, his voice rising with fury.“I’m not accusing him,” Lucas replied calmly. “He’s a suspect—a lead. That’s why I need you to tell me his name and everything you know about him. Once you do, I’ll be out of your hair.”Jack scoffed again, anger bubbling just beneath the surface. “Who the hell do you think you are? You begged me for ten minutes, and I gave it to you. Now you're trying to drag me into something serious? I stream for a living, man. I’m not getting involved in a goddamn criminal investigation.”“I’m not here to fight,” Lucas said quietly. “I came here asking for your help. But if you refuse, I’ll have to involve my boss. And trust me, neither of us wants that.”There was a subtle shift in Lucas’s voice—quiet, but unmistakably cold. A warning cloaked in calmness. It made Jack pause. For the first time since the conversation began, the smirk faded completely from his lips.“What... did you just say?” Jack
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Ruins
After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled up in front of the towering glass structure of Platinum Industries. The sleek exterior gleamed under the morning sun, reflecting the busy cityscape around it. With a determined expression, he stepped out of the car, briefcase in hand, and strode purposefully toward the entrance, his footsteps echoing across the polished pavement.Zed pushed the large glass doors open with a firm hand. As soon as he stepped inside, the receptionist, Amanda Steele, hurried toward him with practiced urgency, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor."Good morning, sir," she greeted respectfully, her voice brisk but courteous.Zed didn’t stop walking. His long strides were full of urgency."Morning, Amanda. Where's Steve? He called me earlier and said some people broke in last night. He said they didn’t steal anything—but whatever they did instead was far worse than theft," Zed bellowed, his tone clipped and impatient as Amanda struggled to keep pa
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest One week
The living room of Mr. Domenico fell into a deep, tense silence after he uttered those final words. Mrs. Anderson remained seated, her gaze fixed on him with a piercing curiosity. She took a slow sip of her wine, then lowered her glass and spoke with a knowing smirk."You're planning something, aren't you, homhey?" she asked, the corners of her lips curling upward.Mr. Domenico took a deliberate drag from his cigarette and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. He leaned back into the plush cushions of his couch, casually crossing one leg over the other. His expression was calm, yet something dangerous simmered beneath it."I already gave him a chance to accept this deal peacefully," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "If he dares to say no—or offers some pitiful excuse—I’ll remind him that no one, and I mean no one, says no to a man like me. I’ll make him take back his words and do exactly what I asked of him."Mrs. Anderson raised an eyebrow, setting
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Back from prison
A sharp knock echoed from the door. Before Zed could even utter a word, the door slid open, and Amanda stepped inside with urgency in her stride and a troubled look in her eyes."I'm sorry for barging in, sir," she said, her voice low and hurried. "But there's something important I must tell you."Zed looked up from his watch, his brow furrowing slightly at the serious tone in her voice. There was a flicker of confusion in his expression."What's wrong?" he asked.Amanda advanced slowly, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she closed the distance between them. She came to a halt just a few paces away from where he stood."Two days ago… I heard news that Scar has returned to the city," she said, her voice barely above a whisper—but just loud enough for Zed to hear her clearly.Zed’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of that name. It had been years, but the moment Amanda uttered it, a rush of old memories flooded his mind. He remembered Scar.People had spoken of Sc
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Paid for the seats
The office fell silent after Zed those words, and Amanda just stood there glancing at him. Zed ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh."Is there anything you'd like me to do for you? Should we report this to the police?" Amanda asked, breaking the silence."No, Amanda. We can't involve the police when we aren't fully sure if he was the one behind what happened." Zed responded. "We'll have to keep watching. I am going to increase the security in this company. The previous guards who were on duty last night will be punished, and I will hire more. What happened before must not repeat itself again." Zed bellowed before picking up his suit and wore it."Are you leaving?" Amanda inquired as Zed picked up his briefcase."Yeah. My work here is done." Zed responded. "I'll see you all tomorrow." He added as he began to walk away."Wait, sir. There's one more thing." Amanda spoke up, causing Zed to halt his steps and shifted his gaze towards her."What's the matter?" He asked calml
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Who is he, some sort of big shot?
Hearing the words of Derrick, Zed bursted out in laughter. Derick watched as he laughed, and bjs face was bright red in anger."What's so funny?!" He spat, his tone laced with anger."I'm..sorry." Zed managed to mutter after having a good laugh. "So because I'm wearing a suit you assumed I went to search for a job?""Am I wrong? You are all sweaty, and you also look dirty. You don't look like someone who has a job already, and even if you do you are definitely earning peanuts." Derrick retorted while glaring at him in disdain.The reason why Zed was sweaty and dirty was because he spent all day in the company working on the car. He could easily ask his workers to do it, but with the system giving him instructions he couldn't just sit in his office. He had to be down there with them, and also work with them. Most times Zed simply tells his workers what to do while he sits in his office, but today he chose to get himself busy by working with them."Stop wasting my time! Just leave alrea
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Anger
"What? You can't do this, Kenneth! You know exactly who I am and what I'm capable of!" Derrick shouted as he was forcefully dragged out of the club by two towering security guards.The booming music in the club came to an abrupt stop. All eyes turned toward the scene as Derrick struggled against the guards’ iron grips. His movements were frantic, desperate to break free, but their strength was overwhelming. They carried him with ease, unbothered by his resistance.When they reached the main entrance, the guards swung the heavy doors open and tossed Derrick outside like a ragdoll. He hit the ground roughly, skidding slightly on the pavement before coming to a stop just outside the entrance.The doors slammed shut behind him before he could say another word.Derrick groaned and slowly picked himself up. He straightened his crumpled shirt, brushing dust from his sleeves as he cast a furious glance at the Samaritan Club building. His face was flushed bright red with rage, and his clenched
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Golddiggers
"I know your type. You only chase after men with money. And when someone with more shows up? You jump ships without hesitation. You're not here because you care. You're here because I’m wealthier than him." He leaned forward slightly, his tone becoming colder. "You’re nothing but gold diggers. And quite frankly, a disgrace to this establishment."The women’s faces turned bright red with embarrassment. They lowered their heads, unable to meet his gaze.Zed reclined once again and reached for the bottle, pouring himself another glass. As he took a sip, he felt a soft vibration in his pocket.He placed the glass gently on the table and pulled out his phone. The screen displayed a name he didn’t expect.{{Unknown Caller ID}}Zed stared at it for a moment, puzzled. He almost ignored it—but something told him to answer.He slid a finger across the screen and brought the phone to his ear."Hello. Who’s this?" he asked coolly.A woman’s voice responded on the other end. Calm, confident, and u
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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
