Novel & Cerita Big Spender In A Busted Game

Until now. When my parents had called me a month ago, I had thought it was just another check-in. Instead, they asked me to return to the city and when I did, they dropped the bombshell. Their business was bankrupt and their debts was spiraling out of control. The only solution was an arranged marriage with Zane Mendoza, the man who now owned their debts —and, apparently, me.

Big Hotshot Bachelor for two whole months. Worst still, the entire place had been rigged with cameras for live streaming as well as the cameras that will no doubt be stalking them everywhere. No communication with the outside world except for once a week with one hour of computer time under supervision. Something about avoiding accidentally leaking information. No vote offs, just two months of dating hell. Group dates, solo dates. Bitch about other people’s dates. It was going to be hell. At least he could sit in the corner and ogle at the man in question for some of it.

I kept my voice steady, eyes cold on Nolan. "Fine. Be together." Whether the game let you—that was different. Almost no one knew the hidden rule. The top spender had to keep recharging. The second they stopped, the game would drag them back in. Bianca put on that worried look. "Serena, don't blame Nolan. He was going to spend $100 million to boost your rank. But after I got trapped, I kept having nightmares. I got depressed. So he used that money to build me a private amusement park. Serena... he probably doesn't have a single dollar left for the game."

I quickly hid to the side and tailed them toward the convenience store. All three of them used the stolen money to buy crackers. As the payment confirmation chimed, the system broadcast across the game. [Players 5, 49, and 61 have been eliminated for overspending. Debt: one million dollars.] The tall guy wailed, "But that was the money I stole! How is that overspending–" Before he could finish, he vanished like a flash of light. The other two punks disappeared right after him. Dozens of bags of crackers and four bags of bread thudded onto the floor. I sprinted over and pulled off my jacket, wrapping all the crackers and bread tightly.

The barcode was gone. I looked at my own chest. The skin was clear. Caleb leaned against me. He was exhausted. He was messy. He had morning breath and a gash on his forehead. "So," Caleb said. "What do we do now that we're broke?" I looked at the crowd. At the world we’d broken and remade. "I think I’ve got a gambling debt to pay," I said. I reached into my pocket. I pulled out a single gold coin. "And I know a guy who can get us a deal on a used hockey rink."

“No, no, nothing like that! It just… keeps winning matches stacked against it! I keep losing the surest bets! I sunk a thousand into a Reborn, and the ape took it to town! Just like that!” His wife audibly groaned out of frustration and shook her head solemnly. “So you made bets against a duelist that kept winning?” she said, “Were you expecting something different the next time or something? Look, just go back to your old strategy, and ignore the human. If you do that, things will be… better.” “I am using my old strategy!” he exclaimed. “I’m going for the small, sure bets and growing it over time. But the gods-damned city’s gone upside-down! Those extra-sure bets get upturned by that ape!”

I had beaten the monster with his own sickness, and won. Still, one thought lingered bitterly in my mind: Is every billionaire sick in the head? By morning, the man had vanished. No seat at breakfast. No trace during the next round of games. I didn’t need to ask what happened, Mr. Everhart handled his problems with permanent solutions. Three more days passed. The games grew bloodier, the laughter of the masked elites louder, until only two players remained. Every round was a new version of cruelty, refined, televised, and adored by devils pretending to be men.

said Master Luis who seemed to be surprised by the bid-up of Master Sean. “Are you kidding me Luis? This is your market, right? You know the rules. So, keep bidding or else I get the deal.” Wait. Were they fighting over Bess…? Could it be— “Sure, let's keep bidding… Ten Trillion.” Shockers… I was freakin’ out. Gosh, my best friend couldn't afford to pay that back. She’d surely wish to rather die than… “Hundred Trillion.” Holy freakin’ wow. Please just buy me instead!

David shuddered. He did not expect Old Master Stefani to be so optimistic about him. Indeed, he had the confidence to do that but that was because he knew he had the system backing him up. As long as he had the system, he would just need to spend money when others needed to rely on their talent and hard work. He only needed enough lavish points to reach the plateau that others needed years or even ten years to break through. Next, East League Capitals would spread out all over the world. When that happened, he would be able to spend money faster and faster, so his lavish points would also continue to grow wildly.

"All I want from you is to accept my offer once everything is in my control I'll sort out this mess. This is going to be a golden opportunity for you, you will have a new life and all you ever desired" The news of my failed marriage spread like wildfire. The entire world had found out about the collapse of my marriage which got them talki6 and the stocks in the business market had taken a huge drop out blow. I told the board of directors an election will take place in order to choose the next president of the Ray Smith group of industries but all that was just a facade to distract them so I could buy more time for myself.