Mr. Smith's Trillion Dollar System

Chapter 3

Richard could barely believe his eyes as he stared at the amount on the screen.

[Amount: 1,000,000,000]

Even as the previous heir to the Smith family fortune, he knew his family weren't billionaires.

Maybe multi-millionaires but this… this was beyond him.

Snapping out of his reverie, he sought to find out if this was real.

If the phone was showing him his account balance, but first… first he had to get out of this forest.

He had no idea how he managed to survive but knowing the dangers that lurked caused him to quickly rise to his feet, dust up, and flee.

It was the first time in more than 5 years since Richard felt like he was truly free.

At a certain point, he began to laugh out loud until he finally could see a road ahead.

He couldn't stop now and so continued, full speed ahead.

Finally, he got to the street but apart from a few cars, the street was mostly abandoned.

Taking some time to watch his breath, he hailed a car and managed to get a lift to the periphery of Intercity.

***

He was let off at a gas station but by this time, it was already nighttime.

After thanking the driver, he quickly made his way toward the ATM where he stood for a long time, contemplating his situation.

Everything that happened to him was still fresh in his memory.

The fact that he had survived the fall from the cliff was one thing, then getting the black phone even made it seem almost like a miracle.

He didn't consider himself a believer in the supernatural but with so many weird things happening, he pondered if it was wise to entertain the notion that maybe it was real.

But… he pulled out the flip phone and perused it once again, taking the time to study the account balance shown on the screen.

After taking a deep breath, he casually typed out a message on the screen.

[How do I withdraw the money from my account?]

He pressed send and thought to wait for some time only for the phone screen to light up as a message had arrived.

[A Black card has already been sent to your location. Please use the card to withdraw as much money as you need. Note though that you have a daily spending limit]

Richard frowned. "A Black card?"

Suddenly, he felt something in his pocket prompting him to check only to find a sleek Black ATM card with no identification apart from a series of numbers.

Richard gulped at the strange sight.

However, he quickly recovered before he moved to the ATM and inserted the card.

"If this is real…" he muttered as he directly punched in a sum.

{2,000,000}

Then he pushed the {withdraw} button.

Immediately, the sound of money being counted in the machine erupted and the next moment, Richard was struck in the face by several dollar bills.

Once again… he was stunned.

***

It took Richard some time to get himself together.

Looking around, he quickly discovered that no one had seen the incredible scene.

How could he explain that he was hit in the face with money?

Rubbing his sore nose, he checked the ground to find several dollar bills scattered about, each one a crisp 100.

If there was anything Richard knew about ATMs it was that they mostly had a withdrawal limit of 50,000-100,000.

He punched in 2 million as a joke but who would have thought… no.

He slowly began to pick up each bill, realizing that the flip phone was legit.

It could give him money!... He was a fucking billionaire!

In his 24 years on Earth, the only time he'd ever seen such an amount was during business deals involving Smith Industries and he never actually held it but now… now, he could spend as much as he wanted.

Quickly taking out the black flip phone, he checked his balance.

More than 900 million was still left, proving without a doubt the money currently scattered about was from the flip phone.

He shook at the thought.

Money translated to power in Intercity which meant that currently… he was one of the most powerful men in the city.

Realizing this, he searched for a sack to pack the money in and after ensuring it was secure, planned to leave.

Just then, a message entered the flip phone.

[Congratulations, the User has withdrawn 2 million.]

[For spending so much, user has acquired outstanding business acumen]

[User has also acquired Midas Touch Lvl. 1]

[Current Balance: 998,000,000]

[To further upgrade your level, endeavor to participate and complete system missions]

Richard stared intently at the screen as he pondered something.

In his profile, it stated that he was Level 1, which meant there were other levels.

Just how much would he get if he reached the highest level?

The thought of it alone left him lightheaded for a moment.

Quickly regaining himself, he rushed toward the road and immediately caught a cab to take him into the city, but he didn't tell them to take him home.

Instead, he decided to stay in a hotel.

For the time being, he couldn't show himself to anyone, he had to make some plans for the future.

***

The cab stopped at a six-star hotel and Richard came down and paid the driver, even going as far as to give him a hefty tip.

Smiling at his generosity, the driver even went ahead to write down his number in case Richard wanted to go anywhere again, all he had to do was give him a call.

Richard walked to the entrance but was stopped by the guards.

"Sorry sir. This isn't a place you should be."

"Hmm?" Richard frowned. "Why?" 

"Huh, what 'why'?... Can you see yourself?... This is Serenity, one of the 3 Six star hotels in Intercity. Do you think someone like you that's wearing rags has the right to even be here?... You won't even be able to afford water." One of the guards replied, his tone filled with disdain for Richard.