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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A ship
[I know what you're thinking. Don't fall for it. It's all an act to make you believe he's a good guy.] the system warned, snapping Zed out of his train of thoughts.Once the man had exited the room, Mr. Domenico shifted his gaze back to Zed with a faint smile on his face."I'm sure you're surprised," he began, his voice calm and steady, "because most wealthy men treat their workers like dirt. But I'm not like them. Here, we treat everyone equally. I love my workers the same way I love my children, and I treat them all with the respect they deserve."Zed nodded slightly, though his features remained unreadable. “I see. That’s very kind of you,” he remarked, the glass of wine still held untouched in his hand.“I noticed you haven’t taken a sip,” Mrs. Sabrina spoke up, her voice soft, yet observant. Her eyes briefly scanned his expression. “Is something wrong? You don’t like red wine?”“Ah, no…” Zed muttered, momentarily dropping his gaze to the deep crimson liquid swirling in the glass.
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Turn down the offer
[He’s hiding something. That ship won’t just be transporting clothing next time.]The system whispered in Zed’s mind again, its voice tinged with unease. But he ignored it—for now.Zed sat in silence for a few moments after hearing Mr. Domenico’s words. His expression remained composed, calm, unreadable. Then finally, he spoke.“A ship like that won’t be easy to build,” Zed said, his voice steady. “To construct something of that magnitude, we’d need a wide array of heavy-duty equipment—equipment that must be sourced from top-tier companies with specialized capabilities. Right now, I don’t have such connections, and there’s no feasible way I can get access to what’s required. I seriously doubt I’d be able to help you with that.”Mr. Domenico gave a soft chuckle, as if Zed’s concerns amused him. “You don’t have to worry about those things,” he said, waving a hand as though brushing aside an insignificant obstacle.“My family will provide every single thing you need to make this happen—m
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Benefactor
The sleek black car drove Zed back to the area where he had left his own vehicle earlier. As he stepped out, his eyes immediately landed on his car, parked in the exact same spot he’d left it hours ago—untouched, as if time had frozen in his absence.“Goodbye, sir,” the driver stated flatly before pulling away without another word.Zed stood there, motionless, his eyes following the car until it disappeared down the road. Only then did he exhale sharply, his breath shaky and unsteady. Sweat beaded along his forehead, the tension of his earlier encounter still lingering. He wiped it away with the back of his sleeve and walked briskly toward his car. Without hesitation, he slid into the driver’s seat and shut the door with a solid thud.Suddenly, a familiar digital chime echoed in his head as a screen materialized before him.[Congratulations! You have completed the compulsory quest!][Quest Information: Accept the invitation and meet the Anderson group.][Quest Rewards: All your skills
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Masked men
Lucas sat hunched in front of his computer, his fingers typing away on the keyboard and his gaze fixated on the screen. After watching the reel about how an anonymous person spent millions on a livestream, he had been trying to find some information about the individual. So far, he had been unable to get the name of the person or any specific details about him. It was almost as though someone was actively protecting the man—making sure no one ever found out who he truly was.But Lucas was able to uncover the name of the streamer. And now that he had the name, it wasn’t hard at all for him to track him down. It took him less than a minute to find out where the streamer, Jack, was currently living.He stopped typing and just sat there, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while glancing at the address displayed boldly on the screen.“Now that I’ve gotten a lead, should I inform Santiago about it?” he mused aloud. “No. That would be a bad idea. If I raise his hopes and expectations and it ends
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Destroyers
Jeff and the rest of the masked men marched into the towering structure of Platinum Industries, their boots thudding against the tiled floor. They scanned the vast lobby with watchful eyes, ensuring no one was present. The entrance door had been locked from the outside, a clear indication the building was deserted, but they didn’t take chances. Their gazes swept across every corner with calculated caution before they advanced further, moving toward the staircase.There were two staircases at the end of the hallway. One spiraled upward toward the top floor of the building, while the other descended.“Any idea where they might store their major engines and equipment?” one of the masked men asked as the group halted before the staircases. “Especially the rocket engine?”“No idea,” Jeff responded, his voice low and firm. “Let’s split up. One group will take the top floor, the other will sweep the bottom. Once we’re done, we regroup here.”“That should work. I’ll go with—” the man started
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Ten minutes
Hearing the words of Lucas, Jack turned around slowly, his expression curious and mildly irritated. Standing just a few feet behind him was a man he didn’t recognize. Jack's gaze swept over him from head to toe, sizing him up, trying to place a name to the face—but no matter how hard he looked, the man remained a stranger."Who's asking?" Jack inquired sharply, his brow furrowed as he took in the unfamiliar features. "Are you a fan or something? You want an autograph?"Lucas stepped forward slowly, cautious but composed. However, before he could get any closer, the two bouncers flanking Jack immediately sprang into action. They moved swiftly, stepping in front of their boss to block Lucas’s path. Their stances were aggressive, eyes locked on him with suspicion."Just stay right where you are, fam," Jack muttered, his tone firm, laced with irritation. "I don’t trust you."Raising both hands in a universal sign of peace, Lucas spoke calmly, trying to diffuse the tension. "I mean you no
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
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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
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
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
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
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
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
Ten minutes
Hearing the words of Lucas, Jack turned around slowly, his expression curious and mildly irritated. Standing just a few feet behind him was a man he didn’t recognize. Jack's gaze swept over him from head to toe, sizing him up, trying to place a name to the face—but no matter how hard he looked, the man remained a stranger."Who's asking?" Jack inquired sharply, his brow furrowed as he took in the unfamiliar features. "Are you a fan or something? You want an autograph?"Lucas stepped forward slowly, cautious but composed. However, before he could get any closer, the two bouncers flanking Jack immediately sprang into action. They moved swiftly, stepping in front of their boss to block Lucas’s path. Their stances were aggressive, eyes locked on him with suspicion."Just stay right where you are, fam," Jack muttered, his tone firm, laced with irritation. "I don’t trust you."Raising both hands in a universal sign of peace, Lucas spoke calmly, trying to diffuse the tension. "I mean you no
Destroyers
Jeff and the rest of the masked men marched into the towering structure of Platinum Industries, their boots thudding against the tiled floor. They scanned the vast lobby with watchful eyes, ensuring no one was present. The entrance door had been locked from the outside, a clear indication the building was deserted, but they didn’t take chances. Their gazes swept across every corner with calculated caution before they advanced further, moving toward the staircase.There were two staircases at the end of the hallway. One spiraled upward toward the top floor of the building, while the other descended.“Any idea where they might store their major engines and equipment?” one of the masked men asked as the group halted before the staircases. “Especially the rocket engine?”“No idea,” Jeff responded, his voice low and firm. “Let’s split up. One group will take the top floor, the other will sweep the bottom. Once we’re done, we regroup here.”“That should work. I’ll go with—” the man started
Masked men
Lucas sat hunched in front of his computer, his fingers typing away on the keyboard and his gaze fixated on the screen. After watching the reel about how an anonymous person spent millions on a livestream, he had been trying to find some information about the individual. So far, he had been unable to get the name of the person or any specific details about him. It was almost as though someone was actively protecting the man—making sure no one ever found out who he truly was.But Lucas was able to uncover the name of the streamer. And now that he had the name, it wasn’t hard at all for him to track him down. It took him less than a minute to find out where the streamer, Jack, was currently living.He stopped typing and just sat there, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while glancing at the address displayed boldly on the screen.“Now that I’ve gotten a lead, should I inform Santiago about it?” he mused aloud. “No. That would be a bad idea. If I raise his hopes and expectations and it ends
