Become A Super Rich With Crazy System Novels & Stories

Aurora’s POV “Dead men don’t badge into buildings,” I say it before I can stop myself. Sebastian keeps his eyes on the road. “No.” “Then somebody is using his access.” “Yes.” “How is that possible?” “Money,” Nadia says from the back. “Or habit. Old systems don’t get cleaned up unless someone has a reason to clean them.” That lands too neatly. Sebastian glances in the mirror. “You sound like you’ve thought about this before.”

I nearly jumped out of my seat, hearing the price tag o Kumi's ring; Yes, Yoshi is a lunatic, the craziest of them all. "Sixteen million! Are you crazy!?" I yelled at him. My eyes would pop out from its sockets. Yoshi just chuckled, and his face contorted. "Why, man? Aren't you as crazy as I'm? And what's so wrong with sixteen million? That was cheap. I could buy the entire planet. I'm a billionaire after all; if Kumi would want that, tell me, Garcia, aren't you as crazy as me? Yoshi would be a compelling life coach if he planned to change his profession. After all, I actually believed him because I noticed that I'm as crazy as he was, as desperate as he was, for the women we love and adore

In a short period of time, he becomes a billionaire without any kind of hard work which is totally impossible for a man who used to have nothing. After 1 year of my family's death, that bastard went to Newyork saying that he is going there to start a business. Just in 6 months he established his business and become one of the richest businessmen in New york. At that time, Abhi uncle was very busy fixing my dad's already ruined business and I was training and studying to become a ruthless mafia.INow Abhi uncle trusted him so much that he never try to know how he becomes so rich in a short period of time.

Vis sighed and put his hand on his forehead, styling his messy hair. " You caught me, man. The God system is in fact the system conferred by the Gods to make the chosen users to become a participant of the God system tournament — the God system tournament is a tournament which includes the participants, ahem! — The users of the god system, to indulge themselves into fights. The last man standing will be granted any three wishes — even it is a wish about being the man of immense wealth or even being a God or a man with a harem or even becoming the king of all beings. So which one of these do you want to choose? " Magixtio replied reluctantly.

On the first day, he received a system, he received 500 million yen, on the second day, he received 20 billion yen, and on the third day, his net worth should reach a hundred of billion, right? Monica felt a bit dumbfounded at how fast he gathered his assets, however, he was already numb with the system and he knew the speed at which he gathered his assets should be slower later on since if wanted to get more rewards in the future, he needed to do that kind of things with the target that had been chosen by the system since the loophole of the system was already useless. Monica didn't want to become a scumbag so if he wanted to become richer then he needed to think about how to increase his a

“Our… Aariz?” Mr. Mishra grinned. “Aariz Sheikh Pataudi. A billionaire. I saw the article—single, reclusive, and crazy successful.” For a second, they both stared at the screen in awe. Meera finally chuckled, “I always said he was different. So calm, so well-mannered.” Mr. Mishra added slyly, “And unmarried.” “Don’t start,” she warned. But she couldn’t help it—a seed of admiration had taken root. The tenant they thought was an ordinary bachelor had suddenly turned into a dream son-in-law material. Quiet. Respectful. Filthy rich.

To them, he was in Siberia. Ding. A new window popped up. WALLET BALANCE: 2,500,000.00 BTC (Equivalent). Cyprian exhaled. The tension left his shoulders. "Done," he whispered. He was rich. He had lived on ramen and rage for two years. Now, he had enough money to buy the building they were squatting in. But he wasn't done. "Phase Two," Cyprian announced. He opened a new window. A stock trading terminal.

Change your number to be the same as me then the problem will be sorted! Mary's voice. 'Change the price of every item?' Wandy asked. 'Yes, Fool. You are this stupid that's why you are so useless and haven't moved up any further in your life. Be smart, Wandy. Use your brain. If you want something, you've got to grab it and find the opportunity yourself. In life, nobody will hand you big fish easily. These people, they are already loaded, filthy rich. You don't have to worry about their profits. Don't you see that they are making lots of it out of our hard-working and sweat? Smart people must seize opportunities. Got it?'

“How about I make it one hundred and fifty million dollars? How about I do that for you?” His eyes widened as I smiled. “That’s what I thought. You’d be one hundred and fifty million richer if all you had to do was follow my rules. That’s enough money for you to buy the house you want to buy. That’s enough money for you to travel to any country in the world. To be amongst the richest men in the world. That’s enough money for you to use and get anything. Any car you want. Any house. You can even get yourself a private jet if you want. You can afford them all.”

It was a gambler's last shot, a reckless plunge into either riches or ruin. Amelia’s eyes flicked to the man who'd issued the challenge. He wasn't just anybody, he was a back-to-back champion of the life-or-death race, with nerves of steel and a skill set to match. Once a hopeless gambler drowning in debt, he'd clawed his way out through this madness and turned himself into a billionaire, now worth over eight billion. Dominating this kind of race two years in a row wasn't something luck could explain. It meant he'd probably taken part in the advanced version, the one where the car's system was wired to the racer's heartbeat, and if it spiked too high, the