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Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Missing son
The next day arrived swiftly, and the rays of the morning sun flickered into the luxurious room through the window and shone brightly into the eyes of Zed, causing him to wake up from his slumber. Yawning and stretching, he got off his bed. Zed picked up his phone from his drawer and glanced at the time. It was just 7:01 AM.He had woken up early because he had gone to bed early the night before.Zed rubbed his eyes while walking towards his bathroom to get ready for the day, but before he could step inside, a notification popped up in front of him.> [It’s been a while since the host spent lavishly to level up the system.]> [Spend a total of $50,000,000 to level soon.]Zed glanced at the screen with an expressionless look.He had been really busy at the company and hadn’t had the time to spend lavishly. But now that the system had reminded him, he would have to create time to enjoy his wealth."Is there a punishment for not leveling up soon?" Zed inquired.> [No, there is no punishm
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Only the best will be chosen
Zed stood beside his car, his eyes scanning the place. The area was filled with dozens of luxury cars, and several businessmen and women were busy making their way inside. Even though Zed was as rich as them—richer, even—he still felt like he didn’t belong here.The aura around these people, the way they carried themselves, it was far different from him.“I guess it’s one thing to have money, and another thing to know how to carry yourself and all,” Zed mused as he straightened his suit before walking forward.He walked toward the entrance door and stepped inside. Zed scanned the place after stepping in.The hotel looked different from the rest.The space he just walked into was vast and filled with expensive chairs, and the people who walked inside went ahead to sit down on the vacant seats. Zed walked to the corner of the place and sat down on a seat that was isolated from the rest.He pulled out his phone from his pocket and began to scroll through his social media app to avoid eye
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest You should be afraid
The impact was devastating. The single punch lifted Derrick McCall clean off the floor and hurled him several meters backward. He crashed violently into a table, splintering it on impact, before landing heavily on the ground. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he clutched his right side in pain, writhing slightly before beginning to push himself up. His once-pristine suit was now smeared with dust, and his face bore streaks of dirt and embarrassment.His face burned a furious red, not just from the physical blow but from the sheer humiliation. Rage boiled in his veins as he shifted his bloodshot gaze toward Nick Campbell, who stood several feet away, unwavering.Every head in the room turned in the direction of the commotion. Expressions varied from wide-eyed shock to visible disgust.How could a fight break out here, and at such a critical moment?This wasn't some dingy bar or underground ring. They were gathered in a luxurious hall to secure a monumental business deal with none ot
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest It's too late to regret
Hearing the words of the man, the whole crowd let out a collective gasp, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief.Nick’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in pure terror. His heart pounded violently in his chest, the rhythm loud in his ears, and cold sweat trickled steadily down his face, soaking the collar of his once-pristine suit.“W-What… what did you just say?” Nick stuttered, barely able to form the words.“That’s right,” Derrick spoke up, staggering forward with blood still dripping from his nose, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “My father is Salazar McCall.”A hush fell over the crowd, heavier than silence. Even those unfamiliar with high-level crime could feel the shift in the air.“I guess now you know who he is,” Derrick continued, his voice laced with satisfaction. “And you look terrified. Seems like you know exactly what he’s capable of.”Nick instinctively took a single step backward. His thousand-dollar suit was now drenched with sweat, the expensive fabric clingi
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Let her go!
Nick’s face was now bright red, and blood trickled steadily from his nose. The security men posted throughout the hall glanced nervously at each other—but not a single one dared to intervene. Not after discovering who Derrick truly was.Nick Campbell raised a trembling hand and wiped the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his suit. The gesture was slow, deliberate—an attempt to maintain dignity, though it was slipping fast. He took a few steps forward, his legs slightly unsteady, and came to a halt right in front of Derrick.“I’m getting bored already,” Derrick muttered, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers like a man unsatisfied with his toy. “Slapping you is making me thirsty. I need a drink.”A waiter, standing by the entrance with a silver tray bearing three bottles of champagne and an array of crystal glasses, instinctively began moving toward them upon hearing those words.“Stay right where you are,” Derrick commanded, lifting his hand without turning to look. The w
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Untouchable
All heads in the hall turned sharply at the sound of the man's voice, and when their gazes landed on him, their eyes widened slightly in surprise.It was Zed Zimmerman."Who's that man?" a woman among the crowd asked, craning her neck for a better look. "Wait, isn't that Mr. Zimmerman?""Mr. Zimmerman? Yes, it’s really him. The owner of Platinum Industries!" another voice chimed in, excitement tingling in her tone."I’ve always dreamed of meeting this man. I had no idea he would be in the same room as me," a younger lady added, her voice filled with awe."Oh my God, he's so handsome and charming," another woman gushed, her cheeks flushing slightly.The crowd immediately began to murmur among themselves, their eyes glued onto Zed with a mix of admiration, curiosity, and even a touch of envy.Derrick glared at Zed, scanning him from head to toe. His face twisted in recognition, and a scowl formed instantly."You... I know you. You’re that man from the club yesterday," Derrick blurted ou
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Why did he help you?
Zed stood there like an immovable statue, composed and indifferent. Slowly, he withdrew his right hand, slipping it back into the safety of his pocket as if nothing had happened.He cast a cold, emotionless glance at Derrick, who lay several feet away, groaning pitifully and clutching his bleeding face.Zed watched him for a few moments, his face betraying no emotion whatsoever, before turning away nonchalantly and strolling back to his seat.He sat down smoothly, leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms across his chest.Mia remained rooted to the spot, stunned into silence. Her mind whirled with chaotic thoughts, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.Why?Why had Zed intervened for her?Of all people, Zed was the last person she thought would come to her rescue. She had treated him like garbage, mocked him, humiliated him, and even stood silently when her father robbed him of everything he had worked for.And yet... he had still stepped forward.He had still defended her
Trillionaire's POV: Obtaining $10,000,000 per quest Back for revenge
The hall fell into a heavy, awkward silence. For a few moments, no one moved. Then, slowly, everyone began to resume what they were doing before the commotion. Some sipped their wine and resumed quiet conversations with their business partners, while others, curiosity gleaming in their eyes, made their way toward Zed.Zed inwardly cursed. He had wanted to keep a low profile tonight—to avoid any unnecessary attention—but his actions had just painted a giant target on his back. Now, everyone in the hall knew exactly who he was.Businessmen and women surrounded him, bombarding him with a barrage of questions about his company. They asked how Platinum Industries had managed to create and distribute such an astonishing number of vehicles to various dealerships in such a short time. They demanded to know how many employees worked under him, how much he made in a year, and if the rumors about his recent acquisition of a rocket engine were true. Some even boldly asked whether he had made any
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Mrs. Josephine's smile widened, her confidence unshakable."Because he is different from the rest," she declared, her tone brooking no argument. "He's not here for an interview. He's here because I want to convince him to work with me."Lisa gave another respectful nod before slipping quietly out of the room to deliver the instructions.Moments later, the door opened again, and Zed Zimmerman entered the VIP lounge. His calm, assured presence filled the room instantly. Mrs. Josephine welcomed him with a radiant smile, motioning for him to take a seat opposite her at the table. She offered him a drink, which he politely declined after a short conversation, and then they swiftly moved on to the real reason for their meeting.Mrs. Josephine didn't waste time.She laid out her proposal clearly and confidently — she was willing to invest a staggering sum of $25,000,000 into Zed's company. In return, she requested a percentage of ownership, a move that would allow his firm to expand rapidly:
Personally
"I know who he is," Zed finally said, his voice low and even."I know exactly who he is. And I know he's a Warlord."Nick blinked, stunned by how calm Zed remained."Look," Nick growled, lowering his voice slightly but not his intensity, "I don't know why you did what you did, and frankly, I don't care.All I know is that we—Mia and I—never asked for your help.Mia didn't ask you to help her, and neither did I.You did this all on your own.So if Salazar comes for blood—and he will—you’re on your own.We won't get dragged down with you.""I know that," Zed replied coldly."I’ll take responsibility for my own actions. I won’t drag anyone else into this."Nick stared at him, disbelief and anger battling for dominance on his face.What’s wrong with this guy? he thought. Why is he so damn calm? Does he even understand the kind of monster he just poked?"It’s clear you don’t know what kind of mess you’re in," Nick hissed bitterly."You have no idea what a Warlord can do—that’s the only rea
Skill effect
The muscular men lay sprawled across the polished concrete floor, their heavy frames motionless and battered. Their faces, once filled with bravado, were now bright red and disfigured with bruises. Blood trickled steadily from their mouths and broken noses, forming small dark puddles beneath their heads.Zed stood over them like a grim executioner, his fists still clenched so tightly that the veins on his arms bulged. His chest rose and fell with calm, controlled breaths, his sharp gaze fixated coldly on the defeated men.'I did improve after the skill leveled up,' Zed mused internally, the thought flashing through his mind like lightning.He knew without a doubt: if his martial arts skill hadn’t leveled up, this outcome would have been far less clean.He might still have scraped out a victory, sure—but it would have been ugly. It would have taken time, and the cost would have been steep: cuts, bruises, broken bones, perhaps even worse.But now, with the skill upgraded to Level 2, eve
Back for revenge
The hall fell into a heavy, awkward silence. For a few moments, no one moved. Then, slowly, everyone began to resume what they were doing before the commotion. Some sipped their wine and resumed quiet conversations with their business partners, while others, curiosity gleaming in their eyes, made their way toward Zed.Zed inwardly cursed. He had wanted to keep a low profile tonight—to avoid any unnecessary attention—but his actions had just painted a giant target on his back. Now, everyone in the hall knew exactly who he was.Businessmen and women surrounded him, bombarding him with a barrage of questions about his company. They asked how Platinum Industries had managed to create and distribute such an astonishing number of vehicles to various dealerships in such a short time. They demanded to know how many employees worked under him, how much he made in a year, and if the rumors about his recent acquisition of a rocket engine were true. Some even boldly asked whether he had made any
Why did he help you?
Zed stood there like an immovable statue, composed and indifferent. Slowly, he withdrew his right hand, slipping it back into the safety of his pocket as if nothing had happened.He cast a cold, emotionless glance at Derrick, who lay several feet away, groaning pitifully and clutching his bleeding face.Zed watched him for a few moments, his face betraying no emotion whatsoever, before turning away nonchalantly and strolling back to his seat.He sat down smoothly, leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms across his chest.Mia remained rooted to the spot, stunned into silence. Her mind whirled with chaotic thoughts, her heart hammering wildly against her ribs.Why?Why had Zed intervened for her?Of all people, Zed was the last person she thought would come to her rescue. She had treated him like garbage, mocked him, humiliated him, and even stood silently when her father robbed him of everything he had worked for.And yet... he had still stepped forward.He had still defended her
Untouchable
All heads in the hall turned sharply at the sound of the man's voice, and when their gazes landed on him, their eyes widened slightly in surprise.It was Zed Zimmerman."Who's that man?" a woman among the crowd asked, craning her neck for a better look. "Wait, isn't that Mr. Zimmerman?""Mr. Zimmerman? Yes, it’s really him. The owner of Platinum Industries!" another voice chimed in, excitement tingling in her tone."I’ve always dreamed of meeting this man. I had no idea he would be in the same room as me," a younger lady added, her voice filled with awe."Oh my God, he's so handsome and charming," another woman gushed, her cheeks flushing slightly.The crowd immediately began to murmur among themselves, their eyes glued onto Zed with a mix of admiration, curiosity, and even a touch of envy.Derrick glared at Zed, scanning him from head to toe. His face twisted in recognition, and a scowl formed instantly."You... I know you. You’re that man from the club yesterday," Derrick blurted ou
Let her go!
Nick’s face was now bright red, and blood trickled steadily from his nose. The security men posted throughout the hall glanced nervously at each other—but not a single one dared to intervene. Not after discovering who Derrick truly was.Nick Campbell raised a trembling hand and wiped the blood from his nose with the sleeve of his suit. The gesture was slow, deliberate—an attempt to maintain dignity, though it was slipping fast. He took a few steps forward, his legs slightly unsteady, and came to a halt right in front of Derrick.“I’m getting bored already,” Derrick muttered, rolling his shoulders and flexing his fingers like a man unsatisfied with his toy. “Slapping you is making me thirsty. I need a drink.”A waiter, standing by the entrance with a silver tray bearing three bottles of champagne and an array of crystal glasses, instinctively began moving toward them upon hearing those words.“Stay right where you are,” Derrick commanded, lifting his hand without turning to look. The w
It's too late to regret
Hearing the words of the man, the whole crowd let out a collective gasp, their eyes widening in shock and disbelief.Nick’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in pure terror. His heart pounded violently in his chest, the rhythm loud in his ears, and cold sweat trickled steadily down his face, soaking the collar of his once-pristine suit.“W-What… what did you just say?” Nick stuttered, barely able to form the words.“That’s right,” Derrick spoke up, staggering forward with blood still dripping from his nose, a cruel smirk tugging at his lips. “My father is Salazar McCall.”A hush fell over the crowd, heavier than silence. Even those unfamiliar with high-level crime could feel the shift in the air.“I guess now you know who he is,” Derrick continued, his voice laced with satisfaction. “And you look terrified. Seems like you know exactly what he’s capable of.”Nick instinctively took a single step backward. His thousand-dollar suit was now drenched with sweat, the expensive fabric clingi
You should be afraid
The impact was devastating. The single punch lifted Derrick McCall clean off the floor and hurled him several meters backward. He crashed violently into a table, splintering it on impact, before landing heavily on the ground. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he clutched his right side in pain, writhing slightly before beginning to push himself up. His once-pristine suit was now smeared with dust, and his face bore streaks of dirt and embarrassment.His face burned a furious red, not just from the physical blow but from the sheer humiliation. Rage boiled in his veins as he shifted his bloodshot gaze toward Nick Campbell, who stood several feet away, unwavering.Every head in the room turned in the direction of the commotion. Expressions varied from wide-eyed shock to visible disgust.How could a fight break out here, and at such a critical moment?This wasn't some dingy bar or underground ring. They were gathered in a luxurious hall to secure a monumental business deal with none ot
