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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Anderson group's estate
Zed rose from his seat after delivering his response, smoothing out the creases on his suit with both hands. With a subtle exhale, he turned and walked toward the exit. Reaching the heavy wooden door, he grasped the handle, pulled it open, and stepped outside into the warm daylight. He made his way down the steps with purpose, his polished shoes clicking faintly against the stone floor. As he crossed the compound, he moved briskly toward his car parked a few meters away. Without hesitation, he opened the door and slipped into the plush leather interior.He sat there in silence for a moment, letting the weight of his thoughts settle over him. His hands rested on the steering wheel, fingers tightening unconsciously. Then he exhaled sharply, inserted the key, and started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the silence, and without further delay, Zed drove off.Inside the car, the atmosphere felt thick with tension. His right hand gripped the wheel firmly, his knuckles slightly pale
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest A trick?
The entrance door of the mansion slid open with a smooth mechanical hiss, and a man emerged from within. He appeared to be in his late fifties, clad in an eye-catching golden suit that shimmered subtly under the sunlight. His matching golden trousers complemented his commanding presence. Walking beside him was a woman in her early thirties, adorned in an elegant sapphire-blue gown. The dress swept the polished floor with a soft whisper as she moved gracefully, her posture regal and confident.These two were not ordinary people. They were the infamous heads of the Anderson Group—the kingpins behind the curtain. Mr. Domenico Anderson, the enigmatic leader whose name evoked fear and respect in equal measure, and his wife, Mrs. Sabrina Anderson, a woman as graceful as she was calculating.Zed immediately straightened his posture as they made their way toward him. His heart thudded once, a little too loud in his chest, but he managed to keep his expression composed. He forced his nerves to
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 Betrayal
A sleek black car drove into an opulent compound.People were already gathered there in the compound to welcome the person that had just arrived. The air was thick with anticipation as the car came to a halt.The front seat door opened and a middle-aged man stepped outside and swiftly made his way to the passenger's seat.He pulled the door open and immediately bowed down his head as he waited patiently for the individual inside the car to step outside.A few moments later, a striking young man emerged from the car. The man seemed to be in his early twenties. Curly brown hair that was neatly combed, and he was clad in an expensive brown suit.The aura around the man was filled with confidence, as he stepped down from the car, noise erupted in the compound.Journalists and paparazzi swiftly made their way towards him, each and everyone of them eager to ask him some questions."Mr. Zed, it's so good to see you here. I heard you are finally done with the creation of your first automatic
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Golden finger
"You damn bastard!" Zed's voice echoed as he swung out his fist towards Mr. Damien. The fist traveled through the air at blinding speed, and before Mr. Damien could react, the fist connected neatly with his face and pushed him several steps backwards.The guards swiftly grabbed Zed's two arms, preventing him from sending out more attacks. Zed tried to break free but the guard's strength was overwhelming."You are finally showing your true colors, Zed. I was wondering when you'd stop pretending." Mr. Damien commented as he wiped the blood off his lips before shifting his gaze towards the bunch of reporters watching by the entrance."I'm sure by now you all already understand why I must fire him. I can't keep working with a lunatic. I mean, you suddenly attack someone for no reason at all?" Mr. Damien spoke audibly, and his gaze fixed on the reporters who were busy recording everything and jotting down some information."You liar! You stole from me and now you are making me look like th
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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
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
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
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.
A trick?
The entrance door of the mansion slid open with a smooth mechanical hiss, and a man emerged from within. He appeared to be in his late fifties, clad in an eye-catching golden suit that shimmered subtly under the sunlight. His matching golden trousers complemented his commanding presence. Walking beside him was a woman in her early thirties, adorned in an elegant sapphire-blue gown. The dress swept the polished floor with a soft whisper as she moved gracefully, her posture regal and confident.These two were not ordinary people. They were the infamous heads of the Anderson Group—the kingpins behind the curtain. Mr. Domenico Anderson, the enigmatic leader whose name evoked fear and respect in equal measure, and his wife, Mrs. Sabrina Anderson, a woman as graceful as she was calculating.Zed immediately straightened his posture as they made their way toward him. His heart thudded once, a little too loud in his chest, but he managed to keep his expression composed. He forced his nerves to
Anderson group's estate
Zed rose from his seat after delivering his response, smoothing out the creases on his suit with both hands. With a subtle exhale, he turned and walked toward the exit. Reaching the heavy wooden door, he grasped the handle, pulled it open, and stepped outside into the warm daylight. He made his way down the steps with purpose, his polished shoes clicking faintly against the stone floor. As he crossed the compound, he moved briskly toward his car parked a few meters away. Without hesitation, he opened the door and slipped into the plush leather interior.He sat there in silence for a moment, letting the weight of his thoughts settle over him. His hands rested on the steering wheel, fingers tightening unconsciously. Then he exhaled sharply, inserted the key, and started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the silence, and without further delay, Zed drove off.Inside the car, the atmosphere felt thick with tension. His right hand gripped the wheel firmly, his knuckles slightly pale
Are you sure?
"A-Are you sure?" Zed stuttered, struggling to process what he had just heard.[100% sure. I am a wealth system, and my goal is to ensure that you become the most powerful and successful individual in the world. To achieve that, I analyze everything—economy, politics, currency fluctuations, weather patterns, and most importantly, the people above you. I possess detailed information about every individual in this city, including how they acquire every single penny they own. With that knowledge, I can help you surpass them.]Zed hesitated before asking, "So you mean… you know every detail about every single person in this city?"[Yes. For example, the woman who just left your office, Sarah—she doesn’t rely solely on the salary you pay her. Every month, when calculating the company’s profits, she siphons off an additional $50,000 for herself.][One of your employees, Jack, steals spare parts from your company and sells them to competitors. Last month alone, he made $450,000 from stolen g
An invitation
"Zed’s expression darkened slightly as he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. “That’s… unusual.”“Yes, sir. Unlike the others who were straightforward with their demands, the Anderson Group gave no details about what they wanted,” Sarah elaborated. “They only emphasized that the meeting would be in our best interest.”Zed remained silent for a moment, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table as he weighed the situation. The vehicle orders were already overwhelming, considering that over 200 cars were now in demand. Fulfilling such a massive order meant pausing his work on the fastest car project, at least temporarily.It had only been a few weeks since he started developing the speed prototype, and he had already spent millions of dollars on research and development. If he halted progress now, the delay could stretch for months, and by the time he resumed, he might need to invest billions more just to get back on track.On the other hand, rejecting these dealersh
Multiple requests
Two weeks had passed since the intense fight against the thieves, and so far, Zed hadn’t encountered any more trouble. These past few weeks had been quite busy for him. He spent almost every day at the company, dedicating his time and expertise to an ambitious project. Even though Zed had several skilled workers handling different aspects of vehicle production, he still made it a priority to be present, assisting them in constructing a vehicle that would surpass the speed of the fastest car in the world.The reason Zed actively participated in the project rather than leaving everything to his employees was simple—his skills. Unlike the average engineer or entrepreneur, Zed possessed two unique abilities that set him apart in his field. One skill allowed him to detect any flaws or errors in a machine, no matter how minuscule. The other gave him an almost supernatural proficiency in constructing and assembling machinery with unparalleled precision.So far, Zed had been relying heavily o
