Competitions With Cash Prizes の小説・ストーリー

"Apart from the medals, there is also a cash prize. As I recall, it's five thousand at the year level, then ten thousand at the department level, and fifteen thousand at the campus tournament..." "Is that true?" Hero quickly squealed at them. The two frowned as they turned to him. "Of course! That's why, I really did my best," Lisa answered. "My BS Math friend said they went to Boracay last year with the money they won." "Wow!" he exclaimed. "You seem so excited. Do you think you got in?" Darwin laughed mockingly. "I see nothing wrong with that. Why, aren't you excited?" "I'm not interested in that. I also can't use that to handle our business in the future," he replied arrogantly.

While aware of the party's importance, she remained uncertain about its exact significance beyond reputation and potential collaborations among wealthy families. Susanne explained, "Those who excel in this competition gain media recognition and prestigious medals. For individuals from affluent families, their success here directly impacts their family's prestige and influence." "So, that's why…" The affluent valued reputation and power above all else, having no shortage of wealth to compete with. Susanne further revealed, "The top three participants will receive a substantial cash prize and a reward. While the cash prize isn't very important, the reward holds great significance." Summer's ne

It was obvious that it was all Grace could think of and while Kate hated the fact that she kept on talking about winning everyone, she still couldn't blame her because of the prize the competition offers. The prize includes close to four hundred thousand dollars, huge brand deals and sponsored travel tours with available vacations home and others. It was all a enticing enough prize for someone as open eyed as Grace and well, it appealed to her also. She could already imagine spending time with Seth on those vacation, using the money to help Seth and enjoying a dozen brand deal. But Kate wasn't as concerned as Grace. She wants to win but not at the expense of others, she knows she was better

“That’s ridiculous! I don’t believe that they could come up with a competition like that when all they have to do is prepare for an imminent war. Do you think that if Alpha Zeke doesn’t win, he will let go of his pack? He will fight Alpha Ezra.” “I heard Alpha Zeke is gone for a few days.” Then ignoring my words, she said, “There’s a prize of two hundred dollars though.” That made me pause. Two hundred dollars? It was enough to buy essentials, to keep myself alive a little longer in this hellhole, until I escaped. “I want to join,” I whispered. Alicia’s eyes lit up as she chuckled. “I knew you’d say yes! You are best at it. Come on! We have to fill out the entry form. You’ll need a partner t

Nana shrugged and picked up the book Avril was reading before they arrived. “So, you are signing up for this competition everyone is talking about?” Chidi asked as she checked the cover of the book in Nana's hands. It was the history, stories and rules guiding The Weak End Tournament. “Of course! I would not miss something that can make me have my life all over.” “I wish I could join in. But nah, we are only permitted to serve around the event venue. Avril, do you know the prize includes a car, a horse and carriage with a collection of fighting weapons?” Nana butt in.

I muttered. Kael leaned forward slightly. “What?” “There are multiple contestants without pack names listed.” “That happen often?” “Rarely.” My eyes narrowed while reading another file. “Most wolves advertise their pack like it’s a personality trait.” “No lies detected.” I kept reading while mentally sorting through the registrations. Warriors from northern territories. Eastern mountain packs. Coastal regions. Rogue fighters. Ranked heirs. Several alphas personally entering this year. The prize pool probably explained the insane turnout. First place winners received one million dollars toward equipment, infrastructure, defenses, and upgrades for their territory. An additional hundred thousan

Akiko had also participated in these kinds of events when she was still a student. However, today's event would not include competitions that required training, such as kumitaiso* (group gymnastics for teamwork). There would just be relay races, tug-of-war, small contests—threading a needle, peeling onions, and so on. It all sounded exhausting, but the prize offered to the winning team was extremely tempting. The group that won the main event would receive an unconditional one-month salary bonus and additional vacation days. The prize invigorated everyone, compelling them to take the field despite their hangovers.

"I'm listening.” Jeff placed a thin folder on the desk and slid it toward her. “I want you to partner with my organization.” Cassienne opened the folder. Inside were documents outlining a large-scale esports tournament series. Jeff continued. “This will be a global competition, three major events per year across different cities.” Cassienne scanned the details carefully. “And my role?” Jeff leaned forward slightly. “You’ll headline the events.” Cassienne lifted her eyes. “As NULLWRAITH.” Jeff nodded.

“Not everyone sees competition as harmless.” “I’ll manage.” “I know,” he replied softly. “You always do.” We talked for a while before ending the call. When I lowered my phone, his warning lingered in my mind. “Not everyone sees competition as harmless.” If really, Theo thinks this way, it will be best if I prepare my defence for this unhealthy rivalry. “Rowan!” I heard my name from across and my heart skipped for a moment.

“You should’ve expected this the day he started charging for water. People like him consider it a loss if they go out and don’t pick up money others have dropped. Anyway, I’m used to it by now.” Zeke Gibson tossed a bottle cap into the air and caught it like it was nothing. “Come on, watch me. Maybe I’ll win another bottle!” Three seconds later, he tossed the cap into the trash. Juliet and I exchanged a smile before we took out our phones to scan the QR codes. Instead of the expected “Better luck next time,” a picture of a car appeared on my screen. [Congratulations! You have won a 2025 Porsche 911 GT3 RS worth 500,000 dollars. Please bring the redemption code to your local dealership to cla