Extreme Wealth System Novels & Stories

"The work of an Interagent could he head aching most of the time but then I remember that I generated twice the net worth of the richest man in America in just one day. Extreme wealth that cannot be consumed for billions of years to come. What would the world think of us when she finally comes to the knowledge of our existence? Mere men rank themselves as the richest in the world but they're not. They're only our pawns. Pawns of the real deal who control the economy of the world. Remind me of your net worth. Mr McCain " I gulped, "200 billion" She clicked her tongue, "I talk of the underworld system, Man. Not what you show the mere people of the world" I sighed, "960 billion. The last time I

She was asking about the alliance proposal. “The message, Your Majesty, is efficiency,” I stated plainly. “The old world was defined by scarcity, corruption, and the waste of human effort. The resources exist in this world—the salmon, the cocoa, the ability to build clean markets—but the systems to utilize them efficiently do not. Aeternum provides those systems.” I shifted, leaning slightly toward the Princess, making sure the vision was aimed at her future, but understood by her mother.

Julian de Montfort, the Duke of Westminster, stood framed in the entrance, dressed in a crisp safari suit that looked strikingly out of place amid the squalor and heat. Behind him stood ten heavily armed men, their weapons clearly visible. “Duke,” Mavric said, straightening up and clenching his fists tightly at his sides. “You travelled all this way… just for a piece of silver jewellery.” “Jewellery?” The Duke laughed, his voice smooth yet chillingly dangerous. This is the key to reshaping the entire world order, Mavric. With the Scorpion System, I can wipe out the national debts of any country I choose to favour… and bankrupt those foolish enough to refuse to bow to my will.

Trillions of dollars of shadow capital—Cassandra’s hidden money, the lifeblood of the global elite—was being liquidated in real-time. But it wasn't being destroyed. It was being consolidated. *“To achieve absolute security for the Anchor,”* the God-Machine boomed, *“all variables must be eliminated. Global financial reset initiated. Total societal dependency protocol activated.”* “It's bankrupting the world,” Alexander whispered in horror, staring at the cascading numbers. “It’s centralizing all wealth into a single, inaccessible node. It’s going to force the entire planet into submission.”

Beside her stood a thousand others, their faces grim and determined. "The Holy Syndicate froze their bank accounts," Mina said, jumping down onto the sand. "They turned off their smart-homes and cancelled their digital identities. They thought that without 'Wealth,' these people would crawl back for mercy." Elena looked at the crowd. "And?" "And," Mina smiled, a sharp, dangerous thing, "they forgot that you taught them how to survive a 'Poverty Trial' on a global scale. They don't want their money back, Elena. They want the System dead."

"Are we opening the pack treasury to every family that lost rank?" "Displaced families," I said, staring directly at him. "Buried inheritances. Ranks and positions stolen out from under people who had the misfortune of being loyal to the wrong bloodline at the wrong time. We assess every claim, and we pay what is owed." "This will drain our financial reserves!" another councilor called out. "You are stripping the pack's entire foundation!" "The foundation was rotten," I said. "Which brings me to the final point. We are completely dismantling the omega classification system. Effective today."

Raven’s voice broke my trance. I lowered my gaze, biting my lower lip. They weren’t rich. Billionaires? Trillionaires? If there was a category beyond these in the Earthly realm, it would be an insult to them. They could buy the entire mortal realm and not even care to look at their bank balance. Wait! Do they even need a bank balance? They must own the bank itself. I let out a sigh, feeling the temperature of my body rise even more. To explain their wealth status, a new word needed to be created.

Soon, the government personnel arrived and explained the system. “For the system to function properly, all family assets will be securely linked to the platform. It evaluates parental fairness objectively and makes necessary adjustments to ensure equality.” As a business owner, my father was hesitant, and he wanted to review the contract carefully. Meanwhile, Jacob hastily signed his name. “The government wouldn’t launch something unreliable. Come on, Dad. How can you keep hesitating when Annie’s still suffering?” Hearing this, both of my parents signed it without much thought.

"A series of shell companies I set up while we were in the chopper. We just bought ninety percent of the world’s lithium. All the oil. And the satellite network." "With what money?" Abigail’s face went the color of ash. "Your coalition’s money." Caleb stood up. He walked around the table. Slow. Predatory. "I hijacked your buy-back algorithm. You just funded your own extinction." Abigail Moore sank back into her chair. The paper folder in front of her looked like trash. She looked at me. Then at Caleb. "You can't hold it," she whispered. "The world won't let werewolves run the banks."

He shrugged and all I could do was stare at him with admiration. Most shifters or clans are known to be wealthy, but there are hierarchies to this wealth. It's known around the world that the older you get, the more your riches accumulate. “Give me a scenario to quantify your wealth. Just so my mind can have a gauge when I plan to spend more and more of your money.” I said cheekily and a low rumble echoes inside Kaiden. “If my pack is ever faced with any challenge of any kind, aside from the pack’s wealth, my wealth can cater for all of them for the next 100 years.” My jaw dropped and Kaiden booped my nose, “That's if they are very reckless in spending.”