Become A Super Rich With Crazy System Novels & Stories

Amy said, unable to resist glancing at the TV screen where the final image of the video still displayed like a photograph, on her hands and knees, a big black cock in her pussy from below, cum running down the shaft, Reginald's cock sticking halfway in/out of her ass, cum leaking from around his cock and running down to coat the black balls and cock in her pussy, and another big black cock in her mouth, cum running down her chin, her nostrils flared and her eyes wide. "In a word, I'm going to blackmail the richest and most powerful people in Utah," Celia said, "and you're going to help me." "But why?" Amy asked. "Money," Celia replied. "Lots and lots of money. Enough money to make them think

“ You are here . Good ! We need to get going . “ said Derrick . “ Where ? “ asked Antonio . “ Today is the meeting with a boss’s friend and an important deal on the train . If this deal is completed then boss will only be a step away from gaining the solidifying his power . “ said Derrick . “ Solidify his power ?….He is already one of the richest people on earth . Why the hell would he want more power to solidify his power ? It’s absurd . “ said Antonio . “ You know nothing Antonio . All what boss has today is because of his own efforts and not because of the fact that his family is rich . He created all his wealth from his own power . What do you think ? Do you think it’s easy to become a

David grabbed the bottle of water in his hand and murmured. Then, David saw the information on the interface. [Host: David Lidell [Balance: 9999999999999997 dollars [Body: 15 (Weak) [Mind: 28 (Normal) [Skills: Can be added freely, needs to use up lavish points [Lavish points: 0] “Hahaha!” David burst out laughing suddenly. The super lavish system was real. If that was the case, from now on, he would be richer than anyone else in the world.

Welbeck sat behind the wheel of his brand-new Lamborghini, muttering to himself about how powerful he was going to be as the Quadrillionaire himself. He had always dreamed of becoming wealthy and powerful, and now that he was on his way to achieving his goal, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. As he sped down the highway, his mind raced with ideas and plans for his future empire. He envisioned himself as the mastermind behind a vast network of businesses, each one generating billions of dollars in revenue every year.

Commencing Startup Protocols… His heart pounded. This had to be a prank. A virus. Something. “System?” he whispered, voice shaking. ✅ Installation Complete. Welcome to the Trillionaire System, Ethan Reyes. You are now the designated host of the world’s most advanced wealth-generation A.I. Mission: Become the richest man in your country. Time limit: None. Support: Unlimited. “Wait, what?” Ethan sat upright. Rewarding host with starter package… 💵 $10,000,000.00 deposited to temporary account.

I continued, the words tumbling out faster now, “and they’ve been really smart about it. Systematic. They got cocky and greedy, luckily I happened to be here and I caught it. That’s better than never catching them at all.” I paused, tried to find the right words to make him stop looking so angry at himself and trying at the same time to understand why I cared. “I mean, if I had that kind of money,” I gestured at the financial reports still displayed on the screen, at the numbers that represented wealth I couldn’t even conceptualize, “I would buy an island. No, wait. I would buy two islands. Then I would get people to live on them and have them compete on which island is better. Like a realit

Not out of trauma although she did have that then, but primarily, she feels then like changing environments and Paris seems as good as any other to go. As it turns out, she’s actually the richest person on the planet alive, albeit secretly; an achievement she accomplished when she hacked into Joseph’s and Jacob’s bank accounts and transferred all their funds into other accounts created and managed by her; making only one known to the world. It’s from this wealth that she’s been doing everything for the past five years. Alphatech’s board of directors, after the annoucement of Jacob’s death, put up the company for sale. In truth, the company is a money pit which only Jacob has been able to fil

There is no wealth in this world that pops out of nowhere—the super-rich are ant queens, each ruling with their respective kingdoms where countless worker ants dedicate their entire lives to their service. In other words, each supermassive body of the ant queen needs countless small bodies to provide her a steady flow of nutrients. How did a top megastar like Tanya Sweet make billions a year? That was because she had millions of fans paying out of their own wallets to support her livelihood—the very source of her wealth. And why did Willy stay on top of rich lists for so many years? It was because of Microsoft and its widely used software, such as Windows and Office, that it consistently mad

My name was engraved in silver foil: KRYSTAL MCLAREN Tier A Ultra Black Client • Global Vault Network I took it like I was being knighted. Except instead of royalty, I was apparently the owner of ten million dollars in a world where bread probably cost less than air. I was confused. Deeply, fundamentally confused. Yes, I won that ten million dollar lottery. I knew that. But now? The way the manager said things, the way the system behaved—the way he treated ten bucks like I could buy half of Manhattan?

I asked and I wasn’t really asking a question. She nodded, her entire body was shaking slightly. I turned back to Margaret. “I’m putting down the deposit today. I want the closing papers by end of month. And I want you to remove her from the showing list because she clearly doesn’t have the financial capacity to purchase property in this building.” Margaret practically tripped over herself getting the documents ready. Within ten minutes I’d transferred four million dollars and I owned the right to own a penthouse in Park Avenue. Stephanie was still standing in the middle of the living room like she didn’t know how to process what had just happened.