The Quintillionaire's spend-thrift system

Living in splendor

“I will not reject you, but bridle your tongue. The knowledge of the existence of such a system will cause chaos, which you're not yet ready to weather. Powerful masters will come for it, hoping to kill you in their bid to steal it and forcefully merge it to their body,” the system chastised, filling Anthony with remorse.

“Just accept her offer to repay you. She can work as your maid in the villa which you are meant to buy. It will also accord you the opportunity to take care of her. Her life was worse than yours. She hadn't even gotten into college because someone stole her scholarship. You can pay for her education and nurture her into a capable assistant. I have analyzed her, and she's loyal,” the system said.

Just then, Anthony noticed that the girl was still talking to him.

“Okay, fine. I accept. You can work as a helper in my villa, cleaning and cooking to show your gratitude,” Anthony said calmly.

“Thank you! Thank you, sir!” The girl hurriedly shouted, heaving a sigh of relief.

“Now run along and see that your mother's treatment is carried out appropriately. I will be back tomorrow to check on you,” he announced, standing.

“Thank you, benefactor,” the girl replied, looking at him as if he was a god while he walked away.

“System, but I don't have a villa, I live in the school dorm,” Anthony reminded.

“With ten billion dollars, you can buy any villa you desire. Should I process it for you, or do you want to buy it yourself?”

“Can you help me with that also?” Anthony asked in surprise.

“Of course, I can help you with anything. You are only required to be there in person if it's a mission. And please learn to carry yourself with the demeanor of a wealthy man to avoid destroying our system's reputation. You look like a beggar instead of the master of the Quintillionaire's spendthrift system. You gain points by spending more money and fulfilling missions, please note that. Each time you fail a mission, the previous reward will be subtracted as punishment. Never forget that,” the system reminded.

“You mean that I will lose the system if I fail a mission?” Anthony asked in dismay.

“No. Just the last reward you got from the system, the reward from your last successful mission,” the voice explained.

Anthony quickly did math.

Which means that he won't rely much on the system.

He needs to invest as much as possible and establish several companies, so that even if the system disappears one day, or malfunctions, he will still have everything he needs.

“Master, I have purchased the villa for you. I also ordered some clothes and instructed the car dealership to deliver the car to the villa instead. The real estate agents are on their way to escort you to the house and deliver the documents,” the system informed.

Anthony nodded and stood calmly on the intersection, waiting for them.

A black Ferrari stopped before them, and two beautiful women dressed in corporate wear stepped out of the car.

“Are you Anthony Martinez?” One of them asked.

“Yes, I am,” Anthony calmly replied.

“Come with us for a tour of your new property,” She said respectfully, wondering how such a young and unkempt man could afford an 80 million dollar villa.

Anthony calmly entered the car, and carefully went through the documents.

He appended his signature and held the certificate of occupancy tightly, still wondering if he was dreaming.

The car stopped in a magnificent villa.

It had fountains and splendid gardens. The rolls-Royce was already parked in the garage.

“Are you satisfied with the house?” The agent asked smugly, seeing the look of awe on his face.

“Master, compose yourself like a rich man,” the system quickly reminded.

Anthony nodded, looking dignified, and walked into the house with a haughty air.

“You both can leave,” Anthony said coldly, discharging them.

The security guards and new housekeepers who were hired to take care of the house quickly bowed to Anthony, acknowledging him.

“Welcome home, master,” they chorused.

“No need to be so formal,” Anthony quickly said, hastily walking past them.

He was embarrassed and flustered on having older people greet him like some venerable existence.

Anthony walked around the mansion, marveling at the aesthetics, awesome paintings, antiques, state of the art technological gadgets and exquisite furniture adorning the interior of his villa.

“Wow,” Anthony whispered in awe on seeing the infinity pool attached to the back porch.

“Wait till you see the penthouse suite,” the system said smugly, making Anthony quickly rush to the penthouse suite.

He was wowed by the arrays of expensive watches arranged in his dressing room.

There were expensive suits, shoes and other articles of clothing.

Not just that, the chandelier and light systems were out of this world.

There was a pool attached to the verandah, a space for stargazing, a jacuzzi, and other luxury fixtures.

The bed was extremely soft.

There was even a huge television set in the bathroom, currently displaying the live performance of a popular K-Pop group.

He giggled and ran a warm bath, washing himself clean.

Anthony dressed up in his silk pajamas and grabbed the Mac on his bedside table, logging into his school's social media handle.

He picked up his broken phone and checked his w******p, satisfied that there were no lectures for the rest of the week.

He then went back to the Mac, lazily scrolling through the school's gossip handle.

He frowned at a piece of news, quickly tapping on the icon to further scrutinize it.

He immediately burst into laughter, feeling a bit of schadenfreude at Clara's misfortune.

The top socialite of their school, Hailey Jessop, the dancing goddess was currently in a dancing competition that required fans to vote for her using their money, to earn more points for her, enabling her to win.

However, the competition was tough as the other contestants came from well-connected, powerful families.

So, Hailey Jessop dropped an interesting piece of news, promising to go on a date with any fan that gave her the highest number of votes.

The catch of the news was Kelvin.

He had used 600 thousand dollars to vote for Hailey, making her reach the second spot on the ranking chart.

Anthony was currently watching a clip where Kelvin was professing his undying love to Hailey, claiming that Clara was just a fling.

Anthony laughed heartily.

“If I don't take advantage of this situation, wouldn't that be too wasteful?” Anthony muttered coldly, planning his revenge on the sly couple that humiliated him at school.