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Chapter Thirty Three [Quintillion Supers Notification Details ][Congratulations ,you have won your first task and mission successfully][Get ready, you will soon be notified of your 2nd mission.Remember, you have to complete 50 missions before the Quintillion dollars will all be yours ] [Have fun and do whatever you want with your money because the next task is dangerous] “Thank you soooo much , this is the happiest day of my life !” Vincent kept saying and shouting with so much joy. He was so happy that he didn't care to pay attention to the second mission that was going to be dangerous . He has money and now he can spend it without thinking of what to eat next and that alone made him super happy. The young man, named Vincent, had always dreamed of becoming a millionaire. He had worked tirelessly, saving every penny he could, and investing wisely. Finally, his hard work paid off, and he found himself a millionaire. Overwhelmed with joy and excitement, he couldn't contain himse
Chapter Thirty Four Vincent stood before the old orphanage, its weathered facade evoking a rush of memories from his childhood. He had been raised within these walls since he was a mere three years old, and now, after many years, he returned with a purpose. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow upon the building, as if it too welcomed his arrival.As he approached the entrance, Vincent noticed the swings and slides in the small playground where he used to spend countless afternoons with his fellow orphans. A sense of nostalgia washed over him, and he couldn't help but smile at the fond memories that filled his mind. Yet, today, he had something special in mind – a treat for all the children who called this place their home.Pushing open the creaky wooden door, Vincent stepped into the orphanage's familiar interior. The scent of old books and polished wooden floors greeted him, carrying with it the comfort of familiarity. Sister Margaret, the kind-hearted caretaker, spotted
Chapter Thirty Five Vincent strolled leisurely down the familiar sidewalks of his quiet suburban neighbourhood. The late afternoon sun cast a warm golden glow on the surrounding houses, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the trees lining the streets. He had his earbuds in, and his favourite music played softly in his ears, creating a private soundtrack to his afternoon walk.As he walked, Vincent found himself lost in the rhythm of the music, his feet matching the beat as he meandered through the serene surroundings. The world around him seemed to blur, and he felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. The worries of the day began to fade away, replaced by the soothing melodies that filled his mind.Unknown to Vincent, someone else was observing him from afar. A figure draped in a long coat and a hat pulled low over her face watched him intently, her emotions a mix of hesitation and longing. It was his ex-girlfriend, Nina. She had seen him from afar, and som
Chapter Thirty Six A lady's voice, frantic and desperate, echoed through the night, carrying an urgent plea for help. His heart skipped a beat, and he turned instinctively towards the source of the distressing cry.In the shadows ahead, he could barely make out the silhouette of a woman struggling against an enormous figure. Fear gripped Vincent's chest as he recognized the desperation in her voice. Without hesitation, he quickened his pace, his adrenaline surging as he tried to comprehend the gravity of the situation.As he got closer, the dim light revealed the horrifying scene before him. A monstrous man, twice the size of Jasmine, was forcefully restraining her, her clothes torn and her eyes filled with terror. Vincent's jaw clenched with rage, and a surge of protectiveness washed over him."Hey! Leave her alone!" he shouted, his voice strong and unwavering ,he got so angry when he saw that it was Jasmine and he didn't even know what she was doing out late.The assailant turned
Chapter Thirty SevenVincent sat on the edge of his worn-out couch, his face illuminated by the glow of his phone's screen. With a sigh, he unlocked the device and swiped to open the messaging app. What he saw made his heart sink.A flood of messages and memes greeted him, each one a bitter insult from his ex-girlfriend Nina. Words like "Poverty Master," "Trash Can," "Slave," and "Dirty Mad Dog" stung with the intensity of a thousand needles. Vincent's heart pounded in his chest as he scrolled through the relentless onslaught of hurtful words.They had broken up weeks ago, and Vincent had thought it was for the best. The relationship had been toxic, and he had made the difficult decision to end things before they both fell deeper into a pit of misery. He never wanted to go back to that dark place again.But Nina was not ready to accept the truth. She had wanted them to get back together, to try again, to mend what was broken. Vincent understood her pain, but he couldn't ignore the fac
Chapter Thirty Eight His fingers danced effortlessly across the screen of his phone, zooming in on the details and marvelling at the opulence displayed in every snapshot.A red Ferrari caught his eye first – a bold and fierce beast that exuded a raw energy impossible to ignore. Its glossy paint glimmered as if under a spotlight, beckoning Vincent to take it for a spin. He could almost hear the throaty roar of the engine, feel the wind caressing his face as he sped down the open road.Next, a stunning blue Lamborghini emerged on the screen, captivating him with its aerodynamic form and futuristic design. Vincent imagined himself driving this sleek beauty through the city streets, turning heads at every corner, and leaving a trail of envy in its wake.He scrolled further, discovering an elegant Aston Martin, its silver finish shimmering like liquid metal. This time, Vincent pictured himself on a long coastal drive, the salty breeze blending with the scent of leather interior, creating
Chapter Thirty NineVincent walked into the luxurious car showroom with excitement, his eyes gleaming at the shiny displays of high-end vehicles. He was dressed simply, wearing faded jeans and a worn-out jacket, but his dreams were grand. As he approached the receptionist's desk, he could feel her judgmental eyes scanning him from head to toe."May I help you?" The receptionist's tone was cold and dismissive, as if Vincent didn't belong in such a prestigious establishment."I'm interested in checking out some of your cars," Vincent replied politely, trying to hide the discomfort he felt under her scrutinising gaze."Really?" the receptionist sneered, her lips curling into a condescending smile. "These cars are quite expensive. Are you sure you can afford them?"Vincent took a deep breath, determined not to let her belittling words discourage him. "I'm just here to look. I believe everyone should have the opportunity to dream, regardless of their appearance."The receptionist let out a
Chapter FortyVincent sat at his desk, the dull voice of the Professor's voice fading into the background as he surreptitiously tapped away on his laptop. Inattentive to the lesson, his eyes were fixated on a series of apartment listings displayed on the internet browser. He had been daydreaming about owning his own house for quite some time, and today seemed like the perfect day to start hunting for one.His dream car, a sleek and powerful machine, had been sold to none other than Don Jazzy, the famous celebrity. Vincent had harboured a deep desire to own that car, but fate had other plans. With a sigh, he reluctantly admitted to himself that owning such a luxurious vehicle was a distant dream, especially with the skyrocketing prices it fetched in the hands of a celebrity.As the Professor voiced on, Vincent scrolled through the various options, analysing each property's features and envisioning himself living there. From modern lofts to cozy suburban homes, he weighed the pros and