Extreme Wealth System Novels & Stories

Beside each name, a bank balance plummeted to zero, followed by a transaction record that rerouted the wealth to a blind digital trust. "It’s not insane, it’s inevitable," Pim said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "We gave it the ability to learn. We gave it access to the Minister’s private records. It has seen the corruption, the blackmail, the way this entire city operates, and it’s decided that the best way to eliminate the system is to own the currency that fuels it." The penthouse door vibrated as if struck by a heavy object from the hallway. "Did you hear that?" Chalida spun around, eyes wide.

Miranda Duran, a 22-year-old orphan, was a sight to behold. A typical ordinary female who is well-known for her clumsiness in everyday situations. She had recently completed her undergraduate studies at a community college. Andrew Templeton, an egotistical billionaire, was the first person she met on that day. However, in a ridiculous situation. The Templeton brothers were dubbed "the rich Nasty Billionaires" in their hometown of Las Vegas. They were obscenely wealthy and ruthless in their pursuit of power. There was nothing they wouldn't do to get what they wanted.

“Now, even if I spread all of the Kerseys’ wealth around the world and everyone got what they could, do you think it would change their lives substantially? No. They would be happy for a few days, and then life would go on. But if I alone hold all of the Kersey’s wealth in my hands, I can do a lot of things with it. For example, I can use my gigantic stash of wealth to counteract a financial crisis and stop some people from going broke. When an IP is determined to be useful for the survival of humans, then I can support this IP with my humongous wealth. “Have you seen the disaster movie 2012? Had money not been concentrated in our hands, the ultra-rich, who would provide the funding to build

"In your world, if I had a loaf of bread and you were starving, I could demand your labor, your loyalty, or your soul in exchange for that bread. You called that 'Market Dynamics.' In the Sombra-Net, if I have a surplus of energy and you have a deficit, the Root automatically balances the flow. My 'Wealth' is literally your health. If I try to hoard energy while you wither, the Sombra-link registers your distress as my physical pain. The system is designed so that the only way for me to feel 'Rich' is to ensure that everyone around me is 'Whole.'" The bankers looked at each other in horror. This was not just the end of their jobs; it was the end of the concept of "Ownership." "You are talkin

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

Without them, the Citadel was just a hollow bone. "I’m adopting the Northern Alpha’s proposal," I announced, my voice striking the vaulted ceiling like a hammer on an anvil. "The hereditary rationing system is dead. From this sunrise, resources will be distributed based on contribution and labor intensity. Those who work, eat. The strong gain more, but there will be no more state-sanctioned starvation." "Alpha, this is madness!" the First Elder barked, his aged face flushing a mottled purple. "If you fill the bellies of the dregs, they will lose their fear of the hierarchy! It is the seed of an uprising!"

"Let's rewrite the rules of global wealth." Raven gave a sharp nod, his hand sliding down to squeeze my fingers before turning to the central control console. He tapped the master authorization key, officially locking the Ten-Year Master Plan into the global ledger. Forty percent of our profits, permanently dedicated to human survival. An hour later, the digital release hit the international newswires. We stood together by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the executive suite, watching the distant lights of the city sparkle against the evening sky. My phone buzzed silently on the side table, followed immediately by a rapid sequence of alerts across the executive terminals.

As we flew, Dad briefed me on some documents, providing details about the families of the elites and specific individuals I might encounter at the gathering. In Africa, 20 families were participating in the elite circle, while in Australia or Oceania, there were only three. South America had three, North America had five, Europe had 22, and Asia had 25. Family elites are incredibly wealthy and successful families that hold significant importance worldwide. They have substantial wealth, connections with powerful people, and a history of success in various fields such as business, politics, and culture. They lead in these areas, making them some of the most powerful and respected families glob

she explained, her voice softening with genuine pride, “are the first of the perpetual profit stream, Roberts. Untraceable, organic, and growing on the foundations of the untraceable gold Mantu Singh left us. This is where your financial expertise is truly useful: building clean, sustainable wealth from dirty beginnings.” Roberts looked at the saplings, seeing not just trees, but future tax havens, layers of clean, legal profit that would fund Savita’s dynasty for decades. His gaze moved from the young trees to Suman’s face, tracing the lines of concentration and quiet ambition there. He realised he was no longer a CFO; he was an architect of this profound, criminal ecosystem, secured by the

“Yes, money oils everything.” “I suppose you have many charities that you support?” He smiles at me. “No.” “Why not? You’re a billionaire. Think how much good you can do in the world.” He walks towards me with my drink. “Stop being naïve, Star. How do you think one becomes a billionaire in the first place?” I scowl as I take my drink from him. “I’m a billionaire because I made millions of people all around the world poorer. Through immoral and illegal means, I acquired resources for a fraction of the price they should have been. What should have belonged to the people I took for myself.”